Review of a Foot Worship by a Feet Slave

Who is your Mistress?

In an atmosphere of devotion, his eyes full of pure and unadulterated longing, his whole body trembling, he knelt before me and expressed his gratitude for the grace I had shown him in giving him the opportunity to be mine To prove himself as a foot slave who is worthy to show me his foot worship

I grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back so that he had to look me directly in the eyes as I asked him,

"Who is your mistress who rules over you and your desires?"

he had to beg louder

With a trembling voice he replied: "You, Mistress Amyra Chaymari, are my mistress!"

"Louder, I can't hear you!" I replied in a firm, cold voice

It was clear to me that he was afraid of the humiliation that the neighbors in his hotel room would hear him. But it was precisely this humiliation that I was after. It probably occurred to him that someone on the floor would recognize him for what he was the next morning at breakfast in the hotel restaurant - his mistress's foot slave by feet worship.

His Humiliation

Through targeted humiliation I create a deep and intimate connection between myself as mistress and my slave. Through conscious humiliation, I strengthen his dependence on my dominance and promote a unique bond between me and him. something that goes beyond mere foot worship

Then he repeated in a louder voice what he had previously vowed.

"And now you will plead loudly and clearly for what is your greatest and most fervent wish at this moment!"

I said slowly in an awe-inspiring voice.

He had to beg for his Foot Worship - again and again

"Please, Mistress! let me kiss your heels, let me worship your divine legs"

he begged with a trembling voice.

"No no! I want to hear from you what I am for you. What you want to be for me and why I should grant you this wish to worship and kiss my feet!"

I said, now in a calm voice.

"Mistress Amyra, you are my only mistress. I adore you and want to prove myself worthy of being your slave. I am your servant who adores you and will do everything you ask of him! Please grant me the wish as a sign That you give me a chance to prove that I'm serious." he whined.

"Good, then prove to me that you are worthy of being my foot slave!"

I answered, looking steadily into his eyes, which were flickering with excitement.

A moment of his Deep Devotion

It was a moment of deep devotion as he eagerly set about fulfilling his deepest desire to worship my feets. With utmost reverence, he gently grasped my right foot with both hands and pressed kisses to the elegant curves of the tips of my high heels. His breathing was loud, rapid and panting.

As the act of surrender unfolded, his movements became a graceful ballet, a dance of submission and desire. The power dynamic between us was palpable, a recognition of my authority as his mistress and his willingness to obey even his every unspoken command. Every kiss he placed on my high heels wasn't just a physical gesture; it symbolized the surrender of his will, evidence of the intoxicating attraction of my power over him.

Then I stood up and withdrew from him. I slowly walked across the room and motioned for him to follow me, crawling if he wanted to continue worshiping my feet and kissing the heels of my high heels.

The clicking of my heels echoed in the room, creating a rhythm that reflected the heightened tension between dominance and submission. His devotion went beyond the physical realm and into a mental and emotional devotion. With each gentle caress of his lips against my heels, the magnetic pull of submission grew stronger, weaving a web of desire that bound him to my every whim.

The Feet Worship made him Happy

When I finally stopped at the window and looked out into the night, he - breathing even louder now - hugged my legs and gently pressed his head against them. I reached back and gently stroked his hair. He was happy and sobbed.

My slender legs and high heels became instruments of empowerment, channels through which the authority of me as a Mistress was channeled. The appeal of the raised heel increased the dynamism of the scene and its symbolic meaning went beyond the physical elevation of stature. The heels of my high heels became a metaphor for my elevation over him, my foot slave.

Mistress Amyra Chaymari