In her boudoir, she has a footjob, nylons, and varnish.

She's never had any kind of job prior to. They were having a relationship for a while and he had requested it. She had always denied him.

He was obsessed with his feet. She was aware of this however, she had not immediately desired to allow him to engage in foot play. She decided that it was the right time.

The afternoon was spent in the tub, meticulously cleaning, scrubbing and smoothing her feet. After that, she applied two different creams onto the nails. The nails were left unpainted in a deliberate way.

Prior to his arrival she put on black lace lingerie, black top stockings with lace. The pair of black high-heeled leather boots that matched. The buzzer went off and she put on a silky robe over her dress.

The place she lived in was a 3rd floor walk-up. His footsteps ascending the stairs got more pronounced. She relocked the door, and left it open, and then she moved back.

He slowly opened the door wide. He had a huge smiling face even though he was trying to breathe.

"Evening Missy," the singer said, and bowed.

"Pet," she simply addressed him, and then nodded.

He walked inside and shut his door. He was wise not to inquire about her health. Being aware of the dangers of speaking even a word until he was asked to, he remained quiet.

He'd done it before , and it's been painful. He was still shaking every moment he thought of the welts left from the waistband.

"Take off your footwear and lie onto your knees" the woman ordered.

"Yes, Mistress."

A serious look was visible on her face when she saw him stumble with his shoelaces. At 5'10 she was higher than him under normal circumstances. With her heels of 7 inches she was taller than him.

Nylon and foot cream

He finally took off his shoes and was able to sit down on his knees in front of her. The hair of his was messy, and tiny drops of sweat covered the hairline.

Eyes wide She saw enthusiasm in them.

She raised one of her legs towards him.

"Take my shoes off, pet," she said.

He placed her foot in his hands. His hand was soft. The boots were about mid-length.

When he pulled the zipper down He did it slowly, taking in the experience. He then grasped at the sole of her boot, and removed it from her foot. He sat her foot with his hands, and gently stroked her softly with the nylon.

"Mistress, can I smell your feet? I'd like to smell your feet, please?" he pleaded.

"I'm standing on one seven-inch heel. Pet. Remove the other and then you'll be able to feel it."

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

He released her foot, and she held the other toward him. He was also careful and slow in pulling the zipper back down.

"You must hurry up, before I make a decision about the smelly animal," she said.

He was not taking chances. The boot was removed. It was something he'd only dreamed of.

He rubbed the nylon a second time in awe, wondering if she'd let him have a foot in the stockings.

The thought caused his cock move. He didn't pay attention to his knees which were getting more painful on the wood flooring.

It was a privilege to hurt his knees for her. He raised his head higher and placed his cheek close to her foot.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath using his nose.

His nose moved around his shoe. The scent was of nylon and foot cream. It was like he had been breathing in adrenaline.

A cock that has a beat

His cock was adamant and strained to break free from the shackles that were his trousers. It throbbed as if it was beating a heart. it.

She pulled her foot back and instructed the man to go with her.

They strolled together through her bedroom. Velvet curtains of forest green block the views from the window.

The bedsheet is dark blue. The dresser and the wardrobe were both made of oak, and so was the flooring. A shaggy, off-white rug was laid on the floor near the bed.

A bottle of red nail polish was placed on the table in her bedroom made of oak.

"I'm going to allow you to paint my nails," she said and laid upon the mattress.

She pulled her stockings down and removed them. After which she crossed her legs over one. Her foot was dangling, and pointed toward him.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you very greatly," he said while kneeling in front of her again grateful for the rug that was shabby.

With care, he painted all of her toes, beginning with her biggest toe before moving on to her tiny toe. He made sure to not paint any polish on her skin, unsure that it would hurt him.

After he had finished his first step, he decided to take his time on the second. Like a squirrel who saves nuts to store for winter. He wasn't sure what time he'd get to do it again.

An explosive footjob

"Thank you, dog," she said when the dog was finished. "I think you're worthy of an award."

"Only If you think I am worthy, mistress. I am extremely grateful that it was my turn to let you paint your nails."

"Take off your clothes and get up on the mattress."

She took off her robe and exposed her intimates.

His cock throbbed even more when he saw her. Large and full-bodied boobs with a slim waist and hips that are large with thick thighs. All of it is framed by black lacing.

It didn't take too long for his clothes to fall on the floor, and for him to crawl onto the bed along with her.

The cock of his was longing to be touched, but the cock was safe from touching it until she let go. She turned away from him, and then leaned against the headboard.

Then, she put the foot on his thigh as she pushed towards his cock. The other foot was placed on the other side of his thigh, getting closer. He was groaning when both of her feet reached towards him to offer him a footjob.

Incredulous that it was an op, she started to stroke his cock with her feet. They looked stunning when they were wrapped around it, particularly when paired with red nail varnish.

She moved her cock more and faster, her legs swaying upwards and downwards. He was shaking, trying to not get too hot.

"Please Missy, can I have a smooch please?" he squealed.

"You could," she said, and he burst into a rage. His hair dripped out of his body and covered her feet.