Apr
28
Foot Worship: The Ultimate Guide to Foot Fetishism


Many submissive men dream of kneeling before their Mistress, humbly fixing their gaze upon her delicate feet. I indulge in every gesture: the seductive play with shoes (shoe dangling), the rustling of stockings, the wet imprint left when soles touch the floor, the pause. I love it when a slave treats my feet as a precious work of art – reverently, breathing quietly, patiently, as if every touch were a sacred sacrament.
In forums like fussfetisch.io and crazyforfeet.com devoted men share how they prepare for this moment for days. Some fast symbolically, cleanse themselves ritualistically, or sleep on the floor to prove their worthiness. This play of devotion, humility, and self-surrender touches deeper layers of fetishism – here, foot worship becomes a religious practice.
The intense thrill when the tongue glides over the sole of a worn high heel is a topic celebrated in almost every forum. Subs describe how they lick up the traces of my path – dust, asphalt, my scent. Some admit they secretly worship shoes, while others long to experience this passion publicly – under my boot, in public, at the risk of being caught.
I enjoy it when a man polishes my boots with his tongue, writhing like a thirsty worm between the heel and sole. Whoever is allowed to worship my worn high heels will not only lick and suck the heels, but will also inhale my sweet foot scent deeply.
In forums like footfetishforum, subs exchange experiences of the pleasure found in losing control. Trampling, for example – when I walk barefoot or in heels over the chest, belly, or face – is often described as an orgasm of submission. I love it when a slave writhes beneath me, unsure if they’re moaning from pleasure or pain.
With smothering, I press my soles or worn socks deep into their face. No oxygen – only my scent. Some want to sink into my fragrance, while others beg to be teased with my feet – the heel on their lip, the toe in their nose.
The combination of nylons or worn socks with the natural scent of feet electrifies many subs. Forums are filled with fantasies of sweat-scented sneakers, nylons worn for days, and the grace of being allowed to smell them.
I don’t let just anyone wash my feet. Only those who have proven themselves may remove my socks, put them in their mouth, and quietly drool until I begin the next play. Some wish for me to wear my shoes for days – in the heat, in the studio, while exercising – and then hand them over, sealed with my scent. I love such wishes – they are honest, instinctive, animalistic. And they show real devotion.
Foot worship begins long before you see my feet.
Good manners will decide whether I even acknowledge you.
In forums like feetcore.com , submissive men discuss some extreme fantasies. Here are a few examples – and my perspective as a Domme:
Foot worship is more than just a fetish – it’s a ritual, an art form, and a commitment to submission. Whether you dream of tender kisses or being trodden on by the heel of my boots between your lips, my play is multifaceted, intense, and always controlled.
But one thing is certain: Only those who prepare themselves, bow down – and serve faithfully – will find mercy at my feet.
Apply respectfully via the contact form – stick to the five core questions: When, where, what, how, and for how long?
I will share the prices personally in my reply.
Now, kneel. Breathe deeply. And decide: Do you want to feel my feet – or simply desire them?

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