living for HER moment

My lady was in the kitchen and I immediately dropped to my knees when I entered it, because I wasn’t allowed to stand in the presence of her beauty.nShe turned around and ordered me to stay foot while she was having her morning cup of coffee.nAfter being her footboy for such a long time I was well trained and knew she wanted my face close to her soles.nI hurried to crawl under the chair she was sitting on and bowed my head deeper until my chin rested on the floor and my nose was only inches away from her toes.nEven though I was used to worship her feet my conditioning in many training lessons made me horny the moment I inhaled my lady’s intimate odor.nI could hear her above me, sipping at the cup of coffee and turning pages of the news she was reading, obviously ignoring the male creature sniffle at her feet.nOf course she didn’t see me as a man anymore since she had used my devote personality to transform me into her obedient and willingless footboy.nI was totally aware how embarrassing and humiliating it was but I couldn’t help myself, I had lost control and she had gained total control over me.nTime was ticking away and I had nothing to do but staring at my lady’s soles and inhaling her foot smell.nThis was a perfect way to teach me how pathetic I was and reinforce my inferior and submissive feelings about my lady