Sole Dominance: A Foot Fetish Fantasy

She walks with a confidence that cannot be matched,
Her feet so divine, no one can detract,
She uses them to dominate and make them hers,
Her slaves love to worship, to kneel and to serve.

Her toes are perfect, each one a work of art,
The arches are so high, they leave an impression on the heart,
Her foot slaves long to smell, to lick, to kiss,
The thought of being without her feet, they simply cannot dismiss.

She leads them around with just a wiggle of her toes,
And when they fail her, her anger simply glows,
But all they need to do is beg and plead,
For her to lift her foot and let them proceed.

They are captivated, their devotion complete,
And they will follow her and serve at her feet,
Her power was so great, her dominance assured,
The mere thought of her feet is what makes them allured.

So, to all you foot slaves out there, know that her feet reign supreme,
Her power will make you her obedient machine,
And you will love every moment spent on your knees,
With her feet planted firmly on your face, as you, please.

Her feet are their obsession, their delight,
Her slaves will do anything to stay in sight,
They long to feel her soles upon their face,
And be in her presence, in any possible place.

They wish they could transform into her sandals,
So her feet would be their only handlers,
They would stay on her feet for all of time,
And be blessed with her touch, sublime.

For her feet have the power to enchant,
And keep her servants under her command,
Her slaves are happy in their place,
Serving her with a foot fetishist’s grace.

They long to be at her feet all day,
And worship her in every way,
For she’s the one they crave to please,
Her feet, their ultimate fantasy.

As they kneel and serve at her feet,
Their lives become complete.
They give their all, without reserve,
For the chance to serve.

They rest on their knees by her bed,
Her feet upon their head.
They massage, sniff, and kiss with zeal,
Her perfect feet that they all feel.

To serve her is the ultimate goal,
To give up everything and her control.
They give up their possessions and their pride,
To serve her and be by her side.

And in return, they get to serve,
Her feet that they all deserve.
The privilege to be at her feet,
Is a reward that is truly sweet.

They sleep on their knees, they serve with pride,
All for the chance to be by her side.
For the privilege to smell her scent,
To be her servant, it’s time well spent.

As she walks, her slaves follow behind
Eager to serve with their hearts and minds
24/7 they live to please
Their devotion never cease

In the kitchen, they cook her meals
As she lounges, they kneel
They scrub her floors, clean her clothes
Do all that she desires and knows

And when she rests at the end of the day
Her slaves, on their knees, always stay
At the foot of her bed, they sleep
Dreaming of her soles, they keep

Her feet, the center of their world
A pleasure that never grows old
The scent of her toes, the taste of her heel
A passion that none can steal

To have the privilege to serve her
One must give up all they have to offer
To live to serve her every need
A small price to pay, indeed

For being able to bask in her divine presence
To feel her soft soles, a rare essence
Is a privilege like no other
A blessing that one can’t simply smother