A trampling foot worship. Such a delightful way to assert my dominance over these pathetic little playthings.As I lounge on the plush carpeted floor, one leg bent elegantly at the knee with my stiletto-clad foot resting casually on your chest, you tremble beneath me. The sheer black hosiery that clings to my shapely legs seems almost too tight for comfort - but it's perfect for showcasing every curve and dip as I shift positions.Your eyes are fixated on my feet, drinking in every detail like a man dying of thirst in the desert. You can't tear your gaze away from the sight of those incredibly high heels propped up against your body
