As I sit here relishing at all the wonderful gifts each one of us is displaying proudly, I want to share a little something something about my perpetual and absolutely impassioned desire to worship female feet.  I am thinking now of bathing myself in the sweetness of the slave perfume radiating from her shining glistening toes that gets so deep in the pores of my skin, that I carry the essence of her feminine power over me for several hours.  I am reminded once again who wears the pants between us.  She is at work now, I am left here awaiting my fate.

I love being her foot slave and all the other gorgeous ladies I used to be with before I chose her to be the one.  But when did all this begin and how?  I always wanted to know, it was the final piece I needed to understand where I came from.  I could go on without it, but I couldn't live without it.  So who or what made me realize my gift?