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foot fetish

Getting a pedicure for my foot fetish freak, he wanted my toes scarlet red this time. I love being pampered, and when he sends me gift certificated to the spa, I’m in heaven. Being a spoiled little Princess is every girl dream. From the moment I could walk, I knew how to twist a man around my  manicured finger.

I sat back in the spa chair, my feet rested on the pad. The little woman responsible for all this prettiness was working diligently on my digits. Removing the old polish, she massaged the cuticles. Her slender fingers caressing between my toes like little feathers. She was gentle with me. Maybe she could see that I deserved this treatment.  It could have been that my boyfriend paid more for the service I was getting. Did she know I was kept? I was owned? Probably not, but still, she was so nice to me.

“Your Man, he has a foot fetish?”

I turned red and she went back to her work. It was because I came in once a week and they already knew  the color? Could it of been that I took a picture each time and texted it for approval? I the fact that there was a basket of special products just for me? Maybe she dealt with my kind before.

“He does. It all has to be perfect or he will send me home!”

Laughing at me, I think she knew things already. When her hand crept up my thigh and she took a swipe across my pussy, I gasped. I realized what she had done though. She was doing a panty check. He does not allowed to wear them when I went to the shop. His instructions were specific about that. No panties, no bra, and open toe shoes. I love the way my foot fetish freak spoils me rotten. I need more though. In conclusion, you should apply!