Princess Fiola: Shut your mouth, you footstool, and lick my Turkish feet.
Imagine me relaxing on the bed, a bag of sweets, my phone, and the remote control within easy reach. I just want to chill and watch a movie. Of course, I’m using my slave to do it.
I slowly pull off my stuffy socks, which have been clinging to my feet all day, and press my bare, warm Turkish feet directly onto his face. My large feet almost completely cover his face, his nose, and his mouth. He can barely breathe—and that’s exactly what turns him on.
While I enjoy watching my movie and occasionally reach for the sweets, he has to lick my feet. His tongue glides over my soles, between my toes, everywhere. In between, I press my feet even harder against his face so he has to inhale the intense, pungent scent of my Turkish feet.
He’s to shut his mouth. No moaning, no whining, just licking and smelling. My feet are warm, a little damp, and smell especially strong after a long day—and he loves exactly that smell and taste.
I just lie there, eat my sweets, watch TV, and use his face as my personal footrest. Pure relaxation for me. Heaven for him.