It all began with his lips on my feet soft at first then more desperate with every kiss His tongue traced the curves of my arches sucking and savoring each toe like he was addicted to the taste The way he moaned completely lost in his worship sent a thrill through me He was utterly mine and I wasn t going to let him forget it But I didn t stop there With a sly smile I stood tall and pressed my bare feet against his back The soft pliable flesh beneath me felt intoxicating as I stepped down harder making him groan under my weight Every shift of my body made him squirm every deliberate press was a reminder of my control I took my time walking across him like he was nothing more than my personal pl yground His gasps only encouraged me to go further stepping pressing even letting him feel the teasing weight of my jump His submission wasn t just physical it was written in every breathless moan in every shuddering gasp By the end he was left trembling beneath me a perfect reminder of his place beneath my feet beneath my power completely and utterly mine to command Feet Fetish trampling Domfeet