lady’s slave

Author: zhtty___
Word count: 6873
I have been a foot fetishist for 20 years. I have kissed hundreds of women’s high heels and stockings, but I have never licked a few women’s feet. Once I watched a Japanese foot fetish video and I was really burned. So I wanted to go out and find a target. I was walking on the street and saw beautiful women wearing all kinds of high heels and stockings. They are willing to sell their feet even there, so I started to look for places like hair washing city. After walking through several places, I gave up because there were many customers washing their hair. The hard work paid off. Finally, I saw a hair washing city with no customers, only a few hair washing girls chatting boringly there. I was so excited, my whole body was trembling. Let’s talk about it after a while, so I called the shampoo city from the IC card phone booth not far away.
The phone was connected, and only a girl with a Sichuan accent said: Which one are you looking for? My voice trembled with excitement at the time, and I said: Miss, can I discuss something with you? The Sichuan girl said: You talk about it. I said: I want to lick your feet. The Sichuan girl laughed wantonly, and someone next to her asked: What’s wrong? The Sichuan girl said: He said he wanted to lick my feet. I just listened to the person next to me saying: I am insane, I must be drunk. At this time, I quickly said that I didn’t drink, and I really wanted to lick your feet. At this time, other women came over, and they laughed and attacked me while changing the phone. One said: Go and lick your mother. The other said: There is a donkey outside, you can go and lick its ass. Another one said: We have more than a dozen basins of footwashing water, do you want to drink it? I quickly said: I am drinking, I still want to lick the high heels you wear and drink the water you wash your socks with. At this time, the women laughed even more happily, and they hung up the phone all at once. I thought it was over now, but I didn’t give up, so I called again, only to hear an older woman answer the phone, and she said: Are you sick? Are you drinking too much? Go home and sleep if you drink too much, don’t get sick here. I hurriedly said that I am really not sick, I did not drink too much, I really want to lick your feet, so can I pay more? I just heard the woman say: “Okay, come here, I’ll let you lick when you come, there are so many of us ladies lined up for you to lick as much as you want.” I said: tell me why your feet are so fragrant? The woman said: Come on, come and taste it and you will know. After I finished speaking, I hung up the phone again. At this time, I was so burned that I didn’t have much reason, so I came to the gate of the shampoo shop, and saw the women still laughing there. I vaguely heard them saying that they were crazy and drank too much, so I mustered up the courage and walked in.