Updated Monday at 12:55PM 6/6/2011
I prefer most of my footboys to be long term in serving me so that, when we meet up, they are not “sessions” as such but just foot worship mixed into normal life. I am not looking for a relationship, but basically a nice flock of foot slaves who like to do normal stuff with a focus always on my happiness and my perfect feet. Before I decide to take on a long term footboy, I meet him first for coffee and then do a couple sessions before making my decision. Here are some examples of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly within the past month.
The Good – Potential new slave
After talking with a potential foot slave on Yahoo chat, he’s very eager to serve me and would like to worship me as soon as I have availability. We meet in the city center of Perth and go shopping for a couple hours. He admits he has never gone shoe shopping with a woman and has always wanted the pleasure of trying all kinds of sexy shoes on a woman’s feet. I allow him to take off my shoe and replace it with each pair he’s interested in me wearing. The shop keepers can tell that he loves it as he looks a little embarrassed by the attention but I can tell he’s in heaven.
We go to several stores and pick out only the hottest pairs. He loves my red toe nail polish and can’t take his eyes off my feet for most of the afternoon. I giggle as he almost tripped several times from his inability to look anywhere but my cute toes. We head back to his car and I let him give me a foot massage while we talk about how his fetish started and some of his interests in foot worship. Our next session is schedule for next week and I think he could potentially become another one of my foot slaves if he keeps up his polite, positive attitude and adoration for my perfect feet.
The Bad – Would see again if he learns
I met a foot guy who wanted to try some bondage. Bondage is new to me but an interest of mine so I do a little research and discuss his interests over coffee. He asks my tribute price and I tell him and that at least two hours is necessary for me to try something new and to worship my feet. He agrees and we go on to discuss it more. Overall, very nice guy and easy to talk to.
We meet again a couple weeks later for our first session and I am soaked through from the rain and definitely not looking or feeling my best. I have to commute a long way so I had considered canceling earlier in the day as something felt a little off but I decide to go through with it because I very rarely cancel and I know how much he had been looking forward to his first ever session.
By the end of the session, I will have given him about 10 hours of my time between internet and text message correspondences, researching his fetish interests beyond feet, commuting to and from the city twice, our first meet of three hours, discussing the session before and afterward and the first session itself. Simply saying I am tributed for the session’s time is not realistic, but no one stops to think about that. Ever. But, I digress…
I arrive and we go up to his apartment. Everything seems to be going well, until he shows me the tribute which is half the amount of money we agreed upon earlier. Okay, I am flexible. I can understand if something has come up and he can’t afford it. But instead he says, “I didn’t know how much you require.” If you didn’t know how much, then why did you agree to the amount in tribute and time when we met and how is it that you have exactly half? I was already giving him the lowest price I have given anyone since it was a new experience for both of us and I could tell he was nervous since it was his first time. Now he wants to halve me on it? Shocking.
He insists it was an accident and he simply didn’t know. Hmmm… Interesting as he was more than capable of texting and emailing me daily to tell me everything he’d like to do in his first session but then suddenly forgets how to communicate when it comes to the tribute.
If you do not know – ASK! Common sense, people. It works if you work it.
I decided to just go on with it and not let his grievous error ruin a good time. We went through with the session but only half the time and I actually enjoyed the bondage side of things quite a lot. So in the end, it was worth staying and proceeding with the session as planned despite his little accident.
While I drank some red wine, I sat over him in a chair and duct tapped his hands to the legs of the chair. Then I made him smell and lick my socks, as he had requested an interest in trying. Then I instructed him to pull my socks off with his teeth and lick, suck and gag on my feet for over an hour. If he tried to touch my feet, I would slap him with my foot on his face and tape them up harder. I loved watching him squirm through his whole body and the faces he would make as he worshiped my feet were priceless!
Since it was his first session, I stayed and chatted with him a bit to find out how it went. He said he enjoyed it very much and I allowed him to kiss my feet again and put my socks and shoes on before I left. So I would allow him to worship my perfect feet again but only if understood that I am not going to put out effort if he can’t remember how to tribute properly. It takes a lot more of my time and energy than simply showing up for the agreed amount of time, so always keep that in mind when I am allowing you to serve me. It is a privilege and you will be allowed to do it again if I think you recognize that. And I will never lower my tribute rate again, it’s not worth the effort I put into it if someone isn’t willing to tribute like I deserve and, in fact, I will be requiring a bigger tribute for a footboy who is interested in trying something outside of my realm of expertise as I have to put extra effort into researching it to make sure it’s a good experience for both of us. Live and learn!
The Ugly – Cut OFF
Last week, I began talking to a foot slave in Perth who is studying to be a doctor. He said he’s not rich but he can afford to tribute me. I am more than willing to work within someone’s budget, as I prefer the tributes to come from the heart and not hardship. We met for coffee and he talked about his studies and how had saved a man’s life earlier in the week. As a reward for saving a life, I allowed him to have a mini foot session in the car park before we set a time to meet again for a full session. He enjoyed it very much and he told me he was interested in foot hypnosis. I have been interested in trying hypnosis on potential foot slaves, so I went home and watched clips and came up with my first hypnosis that I thought would suit his interests very well. I have not required him to tribute yet despite doing this to make sure his first session is perfect and mesmerizing.
We agree on a $200 tribute to worship my feet for the first session and I allow him to meet me at the dungeon space in the center of Perth. I told him to meet me at 6pm, but he said he couldn’t do it until 8:30. I have to be there at 6 to get the keys, so I tell him to bring an extra $100 for making me wait 2 1/2 hours, which also included a tip to the owner of the dungeon for graciously allowing us the space. My exact words are as follows: “Bring 300 [total] for me to wait since I have to be there at 6 and to leave a tip for the space.” I jump in the shower to get ready for the day. When I come back, my phone has 3 missed calls from him and several texts.
The last one ending in this as his response: “Alright, tonight is off, you know i’m working hard here and just told a patient’s family that he’s going to die and i’ve got you impolitely demanding 300 dollars for your services, is this how you treat people? when people like you get sick you expect the best of care from us and when you’re healthy you treat us like shit, i hope you gain some insight and empathy one day”
What. The. Fuck. He went from normal to psycho in the span of a few seconds. I respond basically saying look, I requested something that I felt was fair if you are unable to do it then simply saying that you can’t do it is an acceptable answer. You do not need to become aggressive, accusatory and defensive. Although I am the Domme, I am a normal person and I can listen to your concerns. You don’t need to bring up your job as if I should be grateful to you for your career choices. I can see you are stressed but this is a completely unacceptable way to talk to me. The session is off and I do not want to meet again. He responds immediately saying he was completely in the wrong, to please forgive him, that he understands why I don’t want to see him again and he has anger issues.
The moral of this one is that your life choices are yours alone. I don’t need the backlash of your sexually repressed man-drama. I am here to allow you to worship my feet. It’s really that simple. I do not want to get into the complications in your life. I keep it simple and NO DRAMA. If you can’t keep it drama free, I am gone. I only surround myself with happy, positive people. Always remember your place and choose your words to reflect a polite manner when addressing me. I am the girl next door, friendly but always pushing you to be your best and serve me to the best of your ability. If you want to discuss it, TALK TO ME. But if you have anger issues, then stay away from me and then seek professional counseling and prescribed medication.
Thanxxx.
I wrote this to show you that, if you want to serve me, these are examples of good and bad ways to go about it. Know your place, but above all, know how to talk respectfully to women. If you are not doing or saying something to put a smile on my face to cheer up my day, don’t bother at all. Easy.
And for all you good foot slaves, this is inherent and natural and you don’t need to be told how to serve me. As I mention in my FAQ for Fucktards, finding a true and naturally obedient man is rare and exceptional. Even if you enjoy when I am demanding and push you to be your best, you always come back and tell me that it is exactly what you wanted and I am happy to own slaves who serve me and make my days better. :)
Princess KC
Pink flip flops with pink nail polish, my favorite combination!:)
Pink pumps and pink fishnets
The Man
Dirty pink New Balance shoes
Dirty lace-up calf-high boots that were shiny and black
Me in my "Burner" outfit
So many socks!!!
The socks I chose…
My sexy feet are off to Burning Man! A week of dirty feet, lots of sun, and crazy memories in the desert! 
Footy!
