Shoeses and Feetses

The important thing to understand is, I don't have a foot fetish.

I mean, I am aware that feet exist, and I am convinced of their undeniable importance. If our legs ended in stumps, the human race would probably not have conquered Everest. (It's a bold statement, but I think you'll agree.) But beyond appreciating their usefulness for purposes of walking, running, and making bold sock-based fashion statements, I've never really cared much about them one way or the other.

But it is safe to say I have a Lady Ru'etha fetish.

I love to worship Her. I love to touch and pet Her beautiful body, from the top of Her oh-so-kissable head to the tips of Her gorgeous toes. If Her feet are in front of me, I find myself unconsciously reaching out to caress them, to rub and scritch and occasionally kiss. Sometimes I'm not even aware I've done it until I look down at what my hands are doing to realize that they've spent the last five minutes lost in a trance of foot worship, and that the warm fuzzy feelings I've been having are from that and not just from being near Her.

When Her feet need deeper attention, I'm happy to get out the lotion and spend long and happy whiles rubbing the cream into Her feet until they glisten. I get absolutely lost in the ritual of pampering Her, not really thinking at all except perhaps to notice how blissful and aroused I'm becoming through the act of foot worship.

Even the simplest, everyday foot attention is an act of service to Her: When we go out, I go and get Her shoes and slip them on Her feet for Her, both of us knowing full well that She is perfectly capable of performing this act Herself but that it is a sign of how deeply and thoroughly She owns me that I do it for Her without being told. Nobody even notices, but to us, it is a sign of our deeper relationship as Goddess and pet.

So yes, I don't have a foot fetish. But from watching me with Lady Ru'etha...you probably wouldn't know it.