O/our Shoe Fetish Dance

 

 

Christian Louboutin - Daffodile Pony Zebra

My latest acquisition!  I decided to take My bitch off his leash and take him on an outing to the mall.  I tried on shoe after shoe after shoe after shoe.  What a delight it was to put him to work.  he worked up a sweat placing each pair of shoes on my feet... then taking them off... then on to the next pair.  W/we must have gone through at least two dozen pairs of shoes yesterday.  And in between My salesperson fetching shoes from the back room for Me (ah, yet another slave to be had), bitch would proceed to give Me a foot rub.  I love to have My feet worshiped and I believe bitch loves to worship My feet even more.  But the most thrilling aspect of it all, were the voyeurs that surrounded us from a short distance - stretching their necks to watch, some doing a double-take and a few others even doing a triple-take to watch O/our little "shoe dance."

I have been posting "Shoe of the Week" for several weeks now but I'd like your thoughts/comments on that part of My blog.  Would you like Me to continue to post "Shoe of the Week" or scrap it altogether?  Please leave a comment and let Me know.

As always... stay kinky.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia

Charmed and Dangerous

The irresistible allure of many seductresses - from Helen of Troy to Cleopatra - may only be imagined.  Femme fatales reach out to make their power felt forever... as do I.  Is there anything wrong with that?  I believe not.

Imagine this... Her body moving like fluid to the music, eyes inviting him to join Her, She insinuates Her voluptuous body around his so provocatively that the jaws of the voyeurs surrounding them drop.  A room full of people yet, to Her, they are the only two in the room.  he is mesmerized by Her, his Owner.

I tighten My pet's collar a bit tighter and shackle him to the spider web.  I fix him with my gaze and he is toast.  By the time I am through with him, he will have lost his reputation, his fortune, his freedom, his manhood - everything!  I stare him in the eyes and say to him "you're not too smart are you?  I like that in a man."  he bows his head in shame but deep inside he likes when I speak to him like that...he lives for those moments. 

I have My way with him while he is shackled, vulnerable to all the world.  I take him to his limits and beyond just to see how far I can go with him.  Beads of sweat pour down his body followed by tears.  But he continues to tell Me how much he loves Me, adores Me, worships Me and begs for more.  What's this Dominant femme fatale to do but none other than to lay into him some more.

I am his Queen and can do no wrong in his eyes.  he is My obedient slave.

Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia