My Feet. My Pleasure
My feet My pleasure : A Simple Confession of Respect”
Every time I wear high heels, the sound they make on the floor is not just a normal step. It’s a command.
Because my high heels aren’t just decorations — they are a symbol of my status.
Feet aren’t just a part of the body — they’re an altar—simply
When he kneels down, when he kisses the tips of my toes, or quietly licks the edge of my heels, that is a confession something.
He’s saying to me “ There’s nothing too low for me… if it belongs to you
I love when he lick to cleans the bottom of my shoes.
I like when he crawls up to rest his forehead on the top of my foot — waiting for a command,
In that moment, I don’t have to say anything.
“Respect is already there”