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

She hadn't ever given anyone a footjob before. He had requested it after they had been together for several months. She had always denied him.

He was obsessed with his feet. Although she knew about it, she didn't want him to touch her feet. She decided that it was time.

After a long day of washing and scrubbing her feet, she spent the afternoon in the tub. She then rubbed in two different creams. Intentionally, the nails were not rubbed in.

Before he arrived she had on black lace lingerie. To match, a pair of black high-heeled leather boots. She threw on a silky robe to cover her body when the buzzer rang.

Her apartment was on the third floor. His steps climbed the stairs louder. She opened the door, and then left it open. Then she stepped back.

Slowly, he opened the door. He smiled big despite trying to catch his breath.

He said, "Evening Mistress", and then he bowed.

"Pet," she said, simply greeting him and nodding.

He entered the room and shut the door behind himself. He was too stupid to ask her how she was. He knew better than to speak, and he remained silent until spoken to.

He had made the same mistake before, and it was painful. He still shivered when he thought of the welts left by the belt.

She ordered, "Take off your shoes and get down to your knees."

"Yes, Mistress."

As she watched him struggle with his shoelaces, she was stern. She was 5'10 tall and taller than him in normal circumstances. She towered above him with her 7-inch heels.

Nylon and foot cream

He took off his shoes and sat down on the ground in front of her. His hair was messy, and there were a few sweat drops at the hairline.

She saw excitement in their eyes, widening her eyes.

She extended one of her legs towards him.

She said, "Take my boots off, pet."

He held her foot in his arms. His touch was soft. They were about mid-length.

He took his time pulling the zipper down, taking in the moment. He then grabbed the boot's heel and took it off his foot. He took her foot and stroked the nylon with his fingers.

He pleaded, "Mistress. May I smell your feet, please?"

Pet: "I am balancing on one 7 inch heel here. You can then smell it if you take the other one off.

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress."

He let go of her right foot, and she held out the other. He pulled down the zipper slowly and carefully.

She said, "You need to hurry up before I change my mind regarding the pet's smell."

He was not taking chances. He was able to take off the boot. He had never dreamed of this.

He stroked the nylon once more, wondering if she would give his feet a massage while he was wearing the stockings.

His cock began to twitch at the thought. His aching knees on the wood floor were not noticed.

It was an honour for him to sever his knees for her. He lowered his head and placed his cheek near her foot.

He closed his eyes and took a deep, long breath through his nose.

He moved his nose to the inside of her foot. She could smell foot cream and nylon. It was as if he inhaled adrenaline.

A cock that has a heartbeat

His cock was hardened and trying to get out of the pants. It felt like it was beating.

She pulled her foot back, and she told him to follow her.

They walked together to her boudoir. The view through the window was blocked by forest green velvet curtains.

Her bedspread was dark blue. Both the dresser and wardrobe were made of oak as was the floor. The bed was surrounded by a shaggy, off-white rug.

On her oak bedside table, sat a bottle of red nail polish.

She said, "I'm gonna let you paint my nails," and then sat down on her bed.

She pulled her stockings down and then took them off. Then she crossed one leg over another. She dangled her foot, pointing at him.

"Thank you, Mistress. He thanked her for the shaggy rug and he knelt before her once more.

He carefully painted her toes. He started with her biggest toe, and worked his way up to her little toe. He didn't want to put any polish on her skin as he was certain it would cause him pain.

He took his time with the second foot after he was done with one. He was like a squirrel, saving nuts for winter. He was not sure when he would be allowed again to do it.

An explosive footjob

She said, "Thanks, pet," when he was done. "I believe you are deserving of a reward."

"Only if I'm deemed worthy of one, Mistress. I am grateful to have been allowed to paint your nails.

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed."

She removed her robe and exposed her lingerie.

His cock began to throb more intensely when he saw her. Large and muscular boobs with a slim waist, large hips and thick thighs. All of this is framed by black lacing.

His clothes were soon on the ground and he was soon able to climb up onto the bed.

Although his cock was longing to be touched, he knew he couldn't touch it until she allowed him to. He backed away and she leaned against the headboard.

She placed her foot on his thigh and moved closer to his cock. His other foot was also on his thigh, moving closer. He groaned as both his feet touched his cock, to give her a footjob.

She began to stroke his feet with her feet, not believing that he was receiving a footjob. The red nail polish and the wrap around look so beautiful.

She stroked his head faster, moving her legs up and down. He was shaking and trying not to cumber.

He squealed, "Please, Mistress. May I cum please?"

She said "You can," and he burst into song. His cum escaped from his cock, and covered her feet.