Once upon a time Mistress life was clean and simple.. then one day, along came crack and messed up all the ‘slave’ expectations.
Foot sessions were once intended for the Mistress’s enjoyment.
It’s about 4am in Chicago. The best my tired feet can get is a cool breeze from the opened window behind the computer scree.
I need to be up in three hours. If only there were a willing old fashion foot slave to offer gentle kisses that tend to my aching feet!