Foot Worship: The Training of A Foot Slave
Book Details
Author(s)Mistress Tulsa
ISBN / ASINB008EEQ3KA
ISBN-13978B008EEQ3K1
MarketplaceCanada 🇨🇦
Description
My name is Tulsa and I am a dominatrix. I am 5'8†and always weigh 120 pounds. My hair is blonde, long, and thick; reaching my waist. I have large, bright green eyes and full, red lips. My bust fills a 36C cup with fuller hips and little waist. I use my beauty, seduction, and intelligence to find those men who will meet my desires and wishes. I currently live, work, and play in metropolitan Phoenix. I work in sales. But I play with men.
I like men who love to serve me. Men who worship at my feet. I have yet to meet a man that does not, in one respect or another, desire to be controlled or dominated by me. What I do is not typical of many other mistresses. Foot worship is an art. I choose my foot boys with care, using domination to achieve the end result.
In this month's edition, you will read how I took a boy from the beach to my hotel suite and taught him the fine art of foot worship. Yes, to me it is an art. Graphic as this story is, it is commonplace for me. I am, and have always been, unpredictable. My domination style is my own. I remain true to myself and never compromise what I want and who I truly am. I have been criticized by some “mistresses†for my domination style. Harsh? No. Screaming out orders? No. Never, Not to say that there is never discipline. There is. But I will save that for another time. I have to laugh at those who think that I (or anyone else) should be a “text book†mistress. Everything I do is what I want, when I want, and how I want. After all, what man doesn't want to be on his knees before a beautiful women, loving her feet? I decided to write a series of short stories from, sharing my experiences. Each story focuses on a not so unique subject and a very unique mistress. I am sharing this true story with you solely on foot worship. While writing of these stories, I was turned on, again. Reliving each act through my writings makes my heart race.
I love how I make my boy toys, and even strangers on the street, weak-kneed just thinking about me touching them. I live to see these man-boys worshiping my every inch from my ankles to my toes, top to bottom and front to back. My foot slaves feel like life begins and ends with the privilege of being at my feet. They are honored that I permit them to kneel down at the foot of my bed, to get to know and pay homage to all 26 bones, 33 joints, and hundred muscles, tendons, and ligaments that make up each of my gorgeous ankles and feet. Knowing how seductive and powerful my feet are makes me feel warm, wet, and wonderful. So with that, I crawled out of bed and began to write.
I like men who love to serve me. Men who worship at my feet. I have yet to meet a man that does not, in one respect or another, desire to be controlled or dominated by me. What I do is not typical of many other mistresses. Foot worship is an art. I choose my foot boys with care, using domination to achieve the end result.
In this month's edition, you will read how I took a boy from the beach to my hotel suite and taught him the fine art of foot worship. Yes, to me it is an art. Graphic as this story is, it is commonplace for me. I am, and have always been, unpredictable. My domination style is my own. I remain true to myself and never compromise what I want and who I truly am. I have been criticized by some “mistresses†for my domination style. Harsh? No. Screaming out orders? No. Never, Not to say that there is never discipline. There is. But I will save that for another time. I have to laugh at those who think that I (or anyone else) should be a “text book†mistress. Everything I do is what I want, when I want, and how I want. After all, what man doesn't want to be on his knees before a beautiful women, loving her feet? I decided to write a series of short stories from, sharing my experiences. Each story focuses on a not so unique subject and a very unique mistress. I am sharing this true story with you solely on foot worship. While writing of these stories, I was turned on, again. Reliving each act through my writings makes my heart race.
I love how I make my boy toys, and even strangers on the street, weak-kneed just thinking about me touching them. I live to see these man-boys worshiping my every inch from my ankles to my toes, top to bottom and front to back. My foot slaves feel like life begins and ends with the privilege of being at my feet. They are honored that I permit them to kneel down at the foot of my bed, to get to know and pay homage to all 26 bones, 33 joints, and hundred muscles, tendons, and ligaments that make up each of my gorgeous ankles and feet. Knowing how seductive and powerful my feet are makes me feel warm, wet, and wonderful. So with that, I crawled out of bed and began to write.
