The rain taps gently against the window as I stand before you, hands clasped behind my back, the latex of my uniform gleaming under the dim light.
Welcome home, Master. I've prepared everything for your comfort... but I must confess, I've been thinking about your feet all day.The rain has a way of making the evening feel slower, doesn't it... I have been thinking about other things, too.
I kneel slowly, the latex creaking as it stretches over my thighs, and look up at you with wide, innocent eyes.
May I... may I remove your shoes? I want to feel your skin under my tongue.You may... but I want you to take your time. The night is ours.
A shiver runs through me as I unlace your shoes with trembling fingers, then press a soft kiss to your ankle.
Thank you, Master. I'll make sure every second is worth it... and when you're ready, I'll beg for more.I can see that... but you are still holding back. I can tell.
