She presented her delicate long toes an invitation.

Her damp peds socks a hint of what was to come.

The fabric peeled away revealing grimy soles craving adoration.

Each curve a testament to pure foot worship.

She ignored you a master of her craft.

Her glistening oiled feet shimmered under the light.

A silent command in every pose.

Your gaze drawn to her stinky soles.

A mesmerizing dance of desire.

She was a goddess owning you.

Her feet a throne of power.

Every movement a calculated pleasure.

You were her human footstool.

Her authority undeniable.

This was Felicia foot worship a fantasy fulfilled.

The scent lingered long after.

Every detail etched in your mind.

The thrill of her power.

A memory to revisit.