A lot of people are grossed out when I mention that I am into feet. I absolutely adore foot worship, or boot worship. I enjoy being on my hands and knees lavishing my dominant’s feet, shoes, or boots with kisses, licks, nuzzles and attention in general. I love showing my submission by kissing the boots or feet of my Master/Mistress/Other.
Often when I roleplay a kitty, or even as a slave, I am on my knees or with eyes downcast. I do not generally look my dominant in their eyes unless told to. I do my best to be a good kitty, and that means obeying and doing what is expected of me. It is generally expected of me to not touch something unless I am told it is OK to touch. Feet are different. I have yet to meet a Top who is not pleased to have me kissing their feet, shoes, or boots. I am sure they exist, but in my experience, I am always met with praise and love when I greet feet with lips.
To me, in these circumstances, my kissing of my dominant’s feet has nothing to do with the actual foot itself – but with me worshiping the part which is closest to me. Being on my knees all the time allows me clear and easy access to feet. There is also something amazing in giving attention to a part of someone which generally gets a lot less attention than the rest of them. Feet are often ignored, as is anything not on the top half of your body. When I learned reflexology, that is one of the major things we talked about. Many people take great care with their hair, make-up, fingernails, etc. The bottom half tends to be ignored though. That is why giving someone reflexology is such a great treat. You are paying attention to the parts which generally receive little to none.
Kissing Master’s feet is one of those little things that I can do on a whim. It is my little way to say “Thank you! I adore you! You are my sunshine!” When I open presents, weather they be on a holiday, or for my birthday, or for whatever reason – I say how much I love my present, and then if we are alone, I lavish Master’s feet with kisses and head nuzzles. It’s something he loves, and something I love doing.
I used to have a person who would come visit and I would spend lots of time worshiping: rubbing, kissing, licking, smelling her feet. She would allow me to do this whenever I wanted, as her being there and being dominant to me was very, very informal. I adored this. Foot worship is not the only thing that I would do with her, but when the “grown-ups” were all playing video games, or talking, or whatever it is that adults do ( ) I would often be under the table where no one but her noticed my attention. It was lovely.
We still have not met many people like that out here, so for the time being I tend to give Master’s feet attention in other ways: a kiss here or there to say “thank you” for this or that, I’ll remove his shoes when he gets home, I rub his feet in the bathtub sometimes. Little things.