come take ten with me,



sit back
watch the tranquil flames of my fire
concentrate on the rythm and flicker of the flames
the tease of my toes...the sound of my voice
feel the warmth of my feet in your hands.
as you relax,
picture my feet in your hands soft and warm,
feel your fingers rubbing creamy, cool,
vanilla scented body lotion into
my heels, soles and the clevage just below
my long toes,
which curl down wrapping themselves over
the ends of your fingers as they readily concede
to the rythmic kneeding of your hands.

There is nothing I enjoy more than
coming home after a long hard days work,
slipping out of my work clothes, shoes and stockings
to relax beside a fire, a foot slave, having stoked the
warm welcoming flames,
waiting seated on the hearth
with hot tea and buttered sourdough toast.
his strong hands ready with my Victorias secret
vanilla body whip.

I stretch out my aching legs,
allowing you to prop my feet up on
a soft velvety goose down stuffed cushion
you've placed on the hearth to save my dog-tired toes from the
cold slate stone.

your hands brushing against
my calves as you fluff the cushion to perfection, ensuring my every
comfort. My skin is soft and smooth from the fresh
pedicure it got today on my lunch break.

you become lost in the reflection of the firelight as it shines on
the wet look of my fresh pink polish and smooth nails.

Lean down and allow your tongue to explore the
the lilliputian valleys, where the pink perfection
meets the creamy white flesh of each precious little
toe.


The stress of your work day lost as you become absorbed into the worship
of the long lobes that, dangle a shoe at dinner, tease you from the end of
my bed as you leave for the night, taunt you in your dreams, tearing at your
thoughts throughout the day, my toes entrance you, manipulate your mindscape
stimulate your soul and captivate your cock.


The smooth flesh sliding in and out of your mouth,
between your lips, tastes as sweet from the lotion,
though the length of my workday remains, the vanilla parfume
of the moisturizer does not completely mask the scent
of a foots endurance. The Miles it has walked back and
forth across my office, to and from meetings and out to lunch
downtown and back. The heat of the springtime pavement warmed my
feet through and through after my pedicure and they did sweat quite a bit.


Each toe nibbled and enjoyed, your fingers run up and down the lengths
of my effete calves. The 3 inch heels I wore today do have a way of running
my legs ragged. As you automatically begin rubbing the knots loose you become aware
of my foot resting upon your rock hard cock. Your eyes close
as you fall deeper into the rythm of our daily ritual. It pleases me that you
find such happiness and solace here at my feet pet.

your thumbs find their way back to the achilles tendon pulling and tugging gently where you massage away my wearyness, both of us lost in the moment Goddess and servant, nothing more nothing less, waves of contentment flood your body as my feet run through your fingers again, your purpose in life is nothing more than this
completing my every need. Your exhileration comes from knowing that my favorite time of the day is now, the sun setting, fire glowing and your mouth kissing and worshiping my 10 tiney penises.


Pinches and spanks pets. Till next we meet dark dreams.

Miss Vonn
www.missvonn.com