Slave short break away in the sun!
- London Foot Fetish Mistress. Rent My Feet
- Jul 21, 2017
- 4 min read
Although the weather is good here in London at the moment. It's never really quite hot enough for My sexy self. I never miss the opportunity to go abroad. I love to travel around the world.
So I told a loyal slave of Mine that he will book us a holiday. I fancied the Canary Islands.
The very next day the tickets were booked. And before you know it I was on short break holiday with My slave.
Half way through the air flight, My Feet began to ache. So My slave was ordered to massage them whilst I was sat next to him. I just pushed back the armrest between us and slung My Feet into his lap. Good thing I had the window seat. He started to massage them. My slave's face went red with embarrassment as the man sat next to him could not stop staring at what was going on. But I did not care. As he massaged My Feet over My socks, I could see the man sat next to him trying to catch a glimpse whenever he could. Putting his head down but secretly looking at My Feet
''Be a dear and remove My socks and continue massaging"
My slave's face went red again. I just chuckled. As his fingers were massaging the soles of My Feet I wiggled My lovely Red painted Toes. The man sat next to My slave, his eyes were fixed on My Toes. He then raised his head and looked Me straight in the eyes, as I was already watching him.
I just gave him a cheeky smile.
He blushed. He looked very frustrated for some reason. Maybe that was because he secretly wanted to lick My Toes and jerk off at the same time... What are the chances of that? Having My Foot worshipping slave massaging My Feet and the stranger sat next to us with a Foot Fetish, secretly watching and getting turned on by it.
He soon got up and went to the bathroom. I had a giggle about it with My slave, whose face was still blushed with embarrassment.
Soon the pilot spoke that we should return to our seats as we were about to land shortly...
The weather was beautiful. I didn’t waste any time and hit the beach straight away. We relaxed.
Sipped champagne until the sun set every evening after a great dinner. We laughed. We enjoyed each other’s company so much.
Every night my slave slept at My Feet. Guarding them with his life. He would massage them before I went to bed, and then tickle them very softly until I feel asleep. Such a comforting feeling.
Waking up every morning with the feeling of My slave's cheeks pressed up tightly to My soles and kisses to the Toes.
After breakfast we would lay by the pool. Soaking up the sun. He would massage sun cream into My Feet and legs. And I would use him as a Footstool whilst I read My book or just snoozed in the sun. I would relax My Feet upon his stomach or on his face. He would just lay there, eyes gazed upon My Feet.
One day there was a couple relaxing next to us on the sun beds. I told My slave that he would spend at least an hour massaging My Feet in baby oil. The woman next to us looked shocked. I could see her staring at what he was doing to me. So I told My slave to kiss each and every Toe. Well... if she was going to stare in that manner, I simply had to give her something to look at. Lol
Bless her thou, She was rather old. I was waiting for her to actually say something...but eventually they just got up and left.
Another day there was a young couple lounging near us. Yet again I ordered My slave to massage My Feet. I just laid there in My bikini. Slave at My Feet. Hands wrapped around them massaging them. Even though I was engaged in a conversation with my slave, I was actually watching the young couple through my dark sunglasses... she nudged her partner, and she said something to him.
He then directly looked over towards our direction. She then nudged him on the arm... her body language was one of ‘why don’t you ever do that for me’.
She then gently threw a bottle of sun cream towards his direction and gave him that look...every woman has that certain look!
Where her man just needs to do as she says. He rubbed cream over her back. Then she lay on her sun lounger and he rubbed cream into her legs all the way down to her feet. When he finally reached her feet, he stopped. He squeezed out some sun cream into his hands and he began to massage her feet. They both giggled and laughed. Clearly she was enjoying the attention her man was giving her. More importantly, she was enjoying him being at her feet. I was still watching them as I sipped my breakfast champagne. She looked over in our direction... I just raised my glass to her and nodded my head in approval to her. She nodded back and continued to enjoy her time.
As did I...
What a great break away.
Never going to see these people again, but they will always remember the time on holiday when that man was at that stunning woman's Feet.
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