Miss Roper

Tending to such beautiful, perfect, superior soles isn't cheap. Pedicures every week, to ensure these feet are always at their best. That they are supple, soft. When I get my pedicures I enjoy the full treatment, a long massage, hot stones, deep scrubs, essential oils. It's your responsibility, to pick up the tab foot slut. You worship, praise and admire these soles of mine so of course, you should pay to pamper them. It's a privilege, an honor. One you'll thank me for. Every week, you will purchase this video little footslut, from this day forward every pedicure is on your dime. You're welcome.

( This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, no specific name used. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces *.)

"A playful teasing foot joi including, sock removal and ass teasing as well. The scenario is a naughty and sadistically seductive friend who has fun using her toy's attraction to her perfect wrinkled soles against him, teasing with the sight of them and her round ass. The wardrobe would be simple a t-shirt and underwear. Lots of positions that show of your soles, wiggling toes, and you in a seated position showing off your butt and soles?"

( This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, no specific name used. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces*.)

From the first moment you saw my soles, you became completely captivated. My plump toes that you could watch scrunch and spread for hours on end, high arches, countless wrinkles. The sight of my soles is one that you never wish to leave your eyes, but I'm focused on your mind. I desire for these soles and eyes to completely own you, for your purpose in this life to kneel before them. Desperate for the oppertunity to be underneath them, yearning to feel your face smothered by them, eager to wedge your nose between my nose after I've removed my feet from my sweaty gym sneakers. Your eyes will never leave them during the duration of this video as you follow along to every word, every instruction that falls from my lips, and you will feel no confliction or hesitation. I'm not only going to drain you of your mind with my soles, in the visual manipulation I repeat in a dazed loop, I'm going to drain those full balls in which you'll squeeze and smack for me of every last drop. A mindless, edging foot slave is what you will manifest into; and this is simply the start.

You are so weak for superior soles. Aching for them, yearning to be underneath them. To worship with your eyes, perhaps even with your mouth if you display obedience. Though don't get your hopes up. As I peel my feet from my leather boots the fragrant smell fills the air, having worn no socks and causing sweat to form on my wrinkles. In these boots, I have been toying with other weak men just like you; the thought making you grow hard between the legs as I point and wiggle my toes in your direction. Wafting the scent of vinegar your way. Day dreaming and fantasizing about what it would be like to be in their place, to serve these soles. You'd do anything for these feet wouldn't you? To feel them, to be so near. A foot stool, to smell, my nose pinching at your nose; underneath my wrinkles. I want you to stroke it, basking in your desperation to serve such perfect feet. Putting your longing clear on display as you watch my spreads and scrunches.

This is a custom video fantasy, brought to life. No specific name used. Email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail to order your own *remove spaces* .

"You are an evil queen and I have ventured into your realm, where you have caught me. I try to turn around and leave, but it is too late. You move close to the camera to look deep into my eyes and mesmerize me. You smile as I slowly fall under your spell and lose my consciousness.

I awake being in your cage, naked, with you sitting in front of it. You explain that in your kingdom all men are slaves and you are going to make a mindless drooling slave out of me. From now on I will be in service of your beautiful soles. You slide your high-heels off and place your stocking-covered soles right in front of my face. You see my erection forming and explain that you ́ve put a spell on me. From now on the only thing that will ever turn me on sexually, are your soles. And I will only be able to cum in their presence. For the spell to be complete, you need me to cum all over them first though.

Therefore you order me to take my cock out and start stroking, which I refuse. You move close to the cage again and gaze into my eyes to mesmerize me even more, knowing I can ́t resist. Then I finally give in and start stroking for you. You humiliate me for being so easily controlled. That ́s exactly why all men are slaves in your realm. You show off your soles in different positions, while you tell me exactly how you want me to stroke my dick for you. Halfway through the video, you take your stockings off as well, showing me your bare soles for the rest of the video.

(My absolute favorite position for your soles is when you cross your legs slightly and stretch your beautiful soles in front of me. I also really like your feet right next to each other in a resting position or with your toes spread. At one point I would love you to turn around and show off your ass and soles at the same time. Overall I prefer them stretched or in a resting position over having them wrinkled.)

Close to the end of the video, you let me edge myself for you, without being allowed to cum yet. To check how far your mesmerize has already gotten, you make me repeat sentences like “I am a servant to Queen Raquels feet” (or whatever you would like me to say) while keeping me on the edge.

Finally you count me down, and let me cum all over your bare soles, completing the spell. From now on I will only get aroused for your soles and be your mindless slave, that will only leave his cage, whenever you feel the need to have your soles and feet pampered."

I love toying with you, mentally & physically; using your weaknesses against you. I know you can't get enough of my succulent soles encased in silky, shining pantyhose. You are powerless when I scrunch and spread my toes in your direction, desiring so desperately to be underneath my feet. Keep day dreaming, of the sensation, edge that throbbing member to the sight.. but as soon as I tell you to stop. You will. Because your pleasure is always on my terms. To give, to take. Beg for it, beg for privilege of stroking it to my elegant, silky soles. Starting & stopping, tettering, again & again; until my pantyhose feet & I send your mind and body tumbling over the edge.

Let's be honest, you crave the site of me. You'd do anything, to just watch me go about my day to day activities as I pay you no mind. Scrolling through my phone shopping, smoke pouring from my lips sensually, my silky soles incased in stockings tapping onto the ground. As I stretch and spread my feet, you can't help but think of how lucky you are just to be in my presence. Watching the details of my mouth as my tails trace along my full lips, biting it in concentration while reading emails. This, for you; is bliss and it is for me to. I love, that my lack of attention for you as you so wound up. You'll pay quite a pretty penny for the pleasure.

In Seal Your Fate Part One I gave you a choice. Either relinquish all your finances to the employer I've been hired by, or become my devoted servant; surrendering everything to me. You've made your choice now, and a wide smile graces over my face as I snap your collar signifying your devotion to me around you neck. But I'm far from through with your new "attire". Clutching a steel chastity device between my fingers, I secure the cage over your cock, snapping the lock shut and dangling the keys held between my fingers in front of your now long, face. You're mine. Entirely. Mine to toy with, mine to control. What better way to begin your new way of life, then for me to test the confines of that cage with something you've been eyeing. What, you didn't think I noticed the way your eyes locked onto my feet help in my leather pumps? Even though you were terrified of the words spilling from my lips, you couldn't help yourself notice the way I dangled my foot in and out. Silly fool you are, for allowing me to know your weakness so soon. I use my wrinkled soles, spread toes, and high arches to tease your arousal that I've stuffed in a cage. I see you growing hard between the bars as you watch my soles cross over one another, your eyes getting the perfect view of every fine detail of each foot.; driving you made as you bite down on your lip from the pain and torment of not being able to please yourself to them. You never will. Your life as you know it, has ended.

class="Apple-interchange-newline" /> I know you so very well, without ever having to meet you. Speak to you.Your desires, what you crave more than anything else in this world. What makes you weak. What makes you tremble. What makes you powerless. It's Beautiful soles. Not just any, beautiful soles however. Ones that know how to tease you, torment you, use their power against you to get what they want. I know, you need scrunched wrinkles, long high arches, pointed, spread toes. & that you'll do anything to get your fix. You're a junkie for a pair of sparkling soles, and I can't wait to that weakness.

You've never been given the pleasure, of an unclose, personal view of my feet until now. I know that you've been desiring for the sight, how much you crave my beautiful soles. You're willing to do anything for the chance to worship them with not only your eyes; but your mouth. The wrinkles, the scrunching of my polished toes, the curling of my arches, you want it all smothering your face & tongue, to fill your mouth with my feet. Such an eager footboy you are, ready to please, to serve your new found, favorite pair of superior soles. Open wide, present your tongue, and begin your service; foot bitch.