FOOT TEMPLE
Stiletto heaven served sizzling hot. Size 6. Focus. I have a foot fetish. Just like a vampire needs blood I need to familiarize you with my walk-in closet, my favorite restraints (stop drooling) and the scent of your own wild desperation. Maybe I will control your toys online (probably not) if I do it will be for temple members only so please no more begs from strangers. If you're too big a tool to call and introduce yourself like an adult simply send a message explaining how many minutes (or hours) per week you spend dreaming of worshipping me and my perfect feet. Then refocus that energy and consider the monastic, contemplative, meek and selfless ecstasies that come from communing with me (well, sort of) as you serve my feet within the sacred temple of my spacious walk-in closet. Heaven really is a place on Earth and you've finally arrived at (any foot fetishist's) correct address. For a swift and immersive submissive experience all you must do is follow a few simple instructions. After Carlos rings the bell state your temple name to receive your task, object order, vesper, mantra, punishment, ecstasy or position. Protocol demands this of all visitors INCLUDING leather subs, shoe slaves, foot shiners, pantyhose or altar supplicants, anointers, footstools, ponies, silent butlers, heel buffs, handmaidens, leather queens, coin purses, hand laundry and temple statuary. Take heed, if Carlos does not hear you CLEARLY ENUNCIATE YOUR TEMPLE NAME AFTER THE BELL TOLLS you will automatically default into training mode for the duration of your devotional. Scroll down and click the photo gallery, follow member instructions then await word from me.
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