Excerpt from Eugene Onegin by Alexsander Pushkin
So when and where, in what reclusion,
will you forget them, crazy fool?
Ah, little feet, little feet! Where are you now?
Where do you trample vernant blooms?
Fostered in Oriental mollitude,
on the Northern sad snow
you left no prints:
you liked the yielding rugs’
luxurious contact.
Is it long since I would forget for you
the thirst for fame and praises,
the country of my fathers, and confinement?
The happiness of youthful years has vanished
as on the meadows your light trace.
Diana’s bosom, Flora’s cheeks,
are charming, dar friends!
However, the little foot of Terpischore
is for me in some way more charming….”
I know many of my foot loving pets will relate to this poem.:) You yearn to submit to me, bow down and kiss my pretty little feet at all times. And when I’m not here, you sit and think about where my little feet, little feet are treading.
That’s because every every inch of me is worthy of body worship–right down to the tips of my toes. Wouldn’t you just love to have those cute little toes in your mouth? Sucking on them, licking them, tickling them? Of course you would! Just the mere touch of my foot can send shivers through you and make you submit. Amazing how something as tender as the touch of my foot can bring you to domination hell.
That’s because the mere perfection of my feet is not what gets you to your knees, but because I know how to use them. I know, my pets, that when you and I are enjoying a sensual dinner–the aroma of the food, the weight of the wine in our mouths, the ambient lighting all doing their part–when I’ve got you open, your senses heightened, I can slide my perfect, lilly white foot out of my stiletto, run just the toes up your calf, and it will send shivers through our spine, tie your stomach in knots, and make the blood rush to your cock. By the time my foot inches it’s why up to your thigh, your cock is mine.
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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