Nothing makes you stir more than a pair of mules, pantyhose feet slid inside and Ms. Madalynn greeting you as her slave. Crossed legs, flicking her stiletto on and off of her heel, she’s painting a picture of submission for you. She’s clad in sheer shiny nylons, the shine of the heels as she flicks and dangles them. You’re slave for her, entirely. You’d give anything to bury your face in those nylon covered feet. Ms. Madalynn sits up and removes the shoes, placing her feet on the table. Wiggling her toes under the fabric, you’re caught. You’re weak. You’re submissive. You’ll worship all that Goddess Madalynn is, you’ll build her up higher and worship. Obey. Sacrifice. For Her.
B.
Maddy! This is phenomenal!!! I’m hooked on your hose now