Foot Worship - High Heels, Boots, or Barefoot, You Will Be My Slave

Foot Worship - Your Respect as My Foot Slave

Through your foot worship, you show me, your Mistress, the depth of your adoration. My perfectly manicured feet are meant to and will send you into a state of ultimate devotion and submission. I want to see, hear, and feel how much you long to touch, kiss, and caress my feet, the feet of your femdom and foot goddess.

And when I say "see, hear, and feel," this is exactly what I mean: I want to see that what you are doing, my Foot Slave, is the absolute highest thing you desire in that very moment. I want you to tell me, from the depths of your heart, that there is no other place you'd rather be right now.

And I want you to express that with all the humility you are capable of. I want you to beg for the privilege I am granting you. I want to feel that what you are saying to me is exactly what you mean. And believe me, I will notice if your foot worship is anything less than wholehearted. Trust me, you don't want that to happen.

Foot Worship - Your Psychological Submission

Foot worship as a adoration for your Mistress is especially unique because, unlike most other methods of training through which I can dominate you as your femdom, you must step out of your otherwise passive role. You have to actively prove how much you adore me. While in other practices you might simply endure what I do to you, here you must demonstrate your devotion. I will carefully watch whether you follow the rules I've set for you, my Foot Slave.

I Will Force and Subdue You

Perhaps I'll sit in front of you with my legs crossed. Or maybe I'll stand before you. Perhaps I'll lead you by a leash attached to the collar around your neck, guiding you through the room while you obediently follow me so close, yet so far, from the foot worship you so desperately crave. Every tiny step I take away from you will feel like an agonizing journey fueled by the desire in your heart.

I will continue this until you understand - and accept deep within - that you are my will-less Foot Slave. In truth, you have been mine long before we met, and you always will be. With each of our future encounters, this bond will grow deeper. That, yes that is what your foot worship is meant to achieve and will accomplish.

I Will Teach You What Foot Worship is Really Supposed to Be

Under my direction, you will experience and learn how to show me the reverence of my feet as the ultimate sign of your absolute submission. There will be no room for you to decide how you carry out this act of devotion. This is my unyielding condition.

You will learn that this is not merely about your fetish, your pleasure, or the fulfillment of your desires and longing. Above all, it is about your complete submission, which brings me the joy of your foot worship. Never forget that I am your Mistress, your dominant femdom, and you are my obedient foot slave.

Whether Barefoot, in High Heels, or Boots

Perhaps I will allow you, if you perform your duties to my complete satisfaction, to worship my bare feet with your lips. But it could also be that I expect - or rather, force - you to kiss and adore my high heels with all the devotion you can muster, from the tips to the heels. Or perhaps I will stand or sit before you in my towering leather or patent boots.

What does it do to you, when you do this for me, your femdom?

How does it feel to imagine not only adoring the tips and heels of your Mistress's boots but also the tall shafts? To wrap your arms around them, because they symbolize the focus of your desire and submission?.

Foot Worship - Focusing Your Perception

Foot worship is meant to focus your perception on the feet of your Mistress that you so revere. I want these images to embed themselves deeply in your mind. I want you to become addicted to this perception. The world around you should fade away as you enter this state.

I want the mere thought of lying at my feet in the future to send a shiver through you. I want the simple idea - no matter where you are - to make your breathing heavy. I want the hours, days, or even weeks until our next meeting to feel like an eternity to you. Only then will you be where I want you to be.

Your True Nature as a Foot Slave

In summary, through foot worship, you will come to recognize, experience, and accept your true nature as the foot slave of your Femdom, Mistress Amyra Chaymari. You will learn to relinquish control completely and surrender yourself and your true nature to me and my feet as a symbol of absolute control.

Every moment of this timeless act of submission will reward you with a profound state of ecstatic fulfillment - if you are willing to give yourself over to it entirely and trust yourself to your Mistress and Foot Goddess with absolute devotion.

Mistress Amyra Chaymari

Devoted with pure longing in his eyes and a trembling all over his body, grateful for the grace I showed him to finally be able to do what was his greatest wish, he carefully grasped my right foot with both hands and began to lace up my heels kiss...   ᐅ FEET WORSHIP REVIEW

My Secret Fanatasy - a Special Foot Worship of a Foot Slave

The door to the parking deck of the car park closes loudly behind us. It is silent in the semi-darkness of the car park.

Only the steady sound of my high heels on the concrete floor echoes. Every step is a beat that quickens your pulse. You follow me, walking behind me, to the car. The distance between us lets you know and feel: a game begins out here, the rules of which are determined by me, your mistress.

Suddenly I stop. Without a word. You hesitate briefly before standing still with your eyes downcast. You know, because you know me, that every gesture, every look has a meaning.

The meaning of the rules I have imposed on you. And you realise that you could leave at any time. Disappear into the night. But that you still can't.

"Kneel," I say quietly but firmly. With that cold, matter-of-fact certainty of a young yet experienced femdom.

You can't control what's happening inside you now. Your whole body is trembling, the heat rising in your head. The unbridled excitement. You feel that you have long since lost control over what is happening and what will happen.

The question is no longer what will happen to you. No, the question is what will not happen to you.

You can feel the cold concrete floor under your knees. There's no one else there but us. But that could change at any moment. Someone could walk past at any time. Somewhere in this car park, someone could start the engine of their car. The car park door could slam shut again.

These thoughts send a shiver down your spine. It scares you and yet it excites you, doesn't it? The thought, the anticipation of giving me, your Mistress, your foot worship. To be my foot slave here, in this unprotected environment.

I take a step towards you. The scent of my perfume and the harsh smell of the car park are as contradictory as what might be going on inside you right now. You feel my bright red fingernails lightly brush your cheek.

Just as if I wanted to test whether you have reached the right temperature - ready to fulfil your duty as a foot slave here in this strange environment. The duty to worship my feet with all your devotion. Then I drop it.

My bunch of keys.

It falls to the floor directly in front of you, jingling. A flash of excitement and humility shoots through your whole body. And without me telling you, you know what's coming. Your throat goes dry, and yet you do it. Lowering your eyes, you lean forwards to pick up the key.

But we both know that it's not about the bunch of keys. It's about me lifting my foot slightly. The black high heel, right in front of your eyes.You smell the leather.

"Kiss it!" - Mine are cold and piercing. Tolerate no hesitation.

Then you'll feel it. The cold leather on your lips. The heels. What it means to serve me, Mistress Amyra Chaymari, as a foot slave. What it means to prove your humility to me, your femdom and foot goddess, through your foot worship.

And then... you hear footsteps. Very close by. Someone on their way to their car? Your heart races. The thought that someone could see you like this. Kneeling on the floor, kissing my shoe. Excitement and shame. "Faster," I hiss. Just loud enough for only you to hear. "If you're seen, that's your problem."

Now I've slipped my foot out of the high heel. My bare foot with its blood-red painted nails is right in front of your face. You kiss it as if it were your first and last love. You kiss it as your nature as a foot slave dictates. And as I expect as your mistress.

Because you know: whether you are seen or not - all that counts for me is your unconditional devotion.

Do you have the courage to fulfil this fantasy of a special worship of my feet?