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Ritual

Don’t Try to Rush Our Ritual, My Pet.

Get on your knees, my love. Right here in front of me, so I can gaze down at you. I love the sight of you before me. Your head bowed, but your shoulders straight and back, show me that you are proud of being mine. Mine to command. Mine to dominate. Mine to play with.

Mine to hold in the palm of my hand.

It’s been a long day for both of us. We both have worked so hard, but now none of that matters. This is our special time together, the time when you are once again home at my feet. Worshiping at my altar. Showing me how much you adore me.

Breathe in slowly, my pet. Release your stress of the day as you breathe out. I want you to do this 12 times while you gaze down at my feet. Slowly, mindful, rising out of your mundane time, and sinking into your submission to me.

Don’t try to rush this ritual, my pet.

I know you want to get to the part where I allow you to touch my feet, to kiss them, smell them, and worship them. But this part right here, this breathing in and out for me, is just as important. Maybe even more so, since it places you into your proper mindset.

Everything you do, you do for your Mistress. I am your Mistress, the one that rules you, guides you, controls you. Even down to your breathing. You belong to me completely.

I can always tell when the transformation from mundane time to worship time has taken place inside of you. When you let go of the man mask you have worn during your working hours, and when you are allowed to take it off to reveal the darling pet I know to be beneath it.

Now it’s time. Gently lift my right foot and take my high heeled shoe off. Again, don’t rush, this is not a race. Lift the heel to your nose with one hand while holding my foot with the other. Sniff the inside of my shoe, and let my divine scent sink deep into your senses. I love to hear that little moan you make when you get to sniff my leather shoe.

Set my shoe down carefully, then begin to kiss and sniff my foot. Every inch of it. On the top of it, my toes, and my soles. Tell me how much you adore my feet, how much it means to you to be allowed to worship them so intimately.

I want to hear it, in your words, and in your voice.

I want to see it, as you show the passion and worship you hold for me. It’s our little ritual, our personal moment when you reconnect with me. Now repeat the same with my left foot. Don’t hurry so, my pet.  We have all night.

It always begins at the lowest point of my body. The place you belong. Before me, at my feet.

The Sassy One-

Hannah

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