You look around the living room and see me sitting by the fireplace. Now come here and kneel down in front of me and see what I have for you. For this holiday I’ve wrapped up my perfect feet in a pretty little bow for you to unwrap and enjoy. Go ahead, take off the bow and marvel at my beautiful feet. Your hands can caress the soft skin. Run your fingers over my perfectly painted toes. Run your hands from my calves to my heels. You have permission to do this tonight because it’s a night to celebrate.

Go ahead, do it. What other things can you do with my feet? I bathed them last night in soft lavender crystals so they’re perfect to the touch. I bet the smell pretty, don’t they? Don’t mind me when I press one to your face as you smell it’s perfect scent.

I went to buy shoes the other day and the shoe salesman couldn’t stop telling me about how gorgeous my feet were. He went on and on about their delicate feel and how perfect the arch was. He couldn’t stop talking about the way my toes curved perfectly and about how he wanted to try all of the shoes on my feet. In fact, every time he came back with a new box he made sure to place my foot on his zipper where I could feel the hardness of his cock behind the pants. Sneaky little man.

I ended up with ten pairs of new shoes from flirty low heels to sultry 6-inch pumps. I think I ended up with more stiletto heels than anything. I even came out with a nice pair of shiny black leather boots with heels. The funny thing is, I didn’t have to pay for a thing.