"First, oaf, you can dry my toenails. With your breath."
"My breath, Mizz?"
"Yes. Kneel before me and dry them." He went down on his knees with a grin, and crawled towards the foot she was holding out to him.
Can I touch it Mizz?" he said.? No. You can keep your hands off me..." His grin faded a little.
"... until later. For now, just blow."
Whether squishing and stomping, or tickled and twitching, feet are dominant and submissive. But do foot-fetish fans really fantasise about feet for their own sake, or are they just symbols of power play? In these stories, the ever-bizarre Wendy Swanscombe takes a look at every aspect of this freakishly arousing phenomenon."
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