Introductory Leg Worship Lesson

This is the story of a slave’s introductory leg worship lesson. Memories and vivid images of our first rendezvous, detailing your entrance into the study of leg worship, often enter my thoughts.   Moreover, they please your Mistress.

“Sing it for me. I can’t erase the stupid things I say,” softly echoed throughout the candlelit great room. You evidently knew how much I enjoyed the vocalist’s raspy, velvet drenched voice. I briefly toyed with the idea of offering you a small reward for your excellent song selection. At any rate, I stood in the doorway, gently resting my shoulder against the wooden frame. Slowly I exhaled, my lips gently parted, so as to expose a glimpse of my moist, pink tongue as I tilted my head to rest against the wide door frame.

From across the room, I could feel your gaze begin to kindle my inner thighs, cloaked underneath my ivory silk robe. Almost unconsciously, I raised my right foot, while trailing the tip of my six-inch high Manolo Blahnik stiletto softly against the back of my left calf in a swan-like display. I closed my eyes. My fingers danced their way down from my breasts to unfasten my loose, silk robe, exposing my sheer thigh-high nylons and garter belt.

My dreamy eyes gently began to open. I was hearing a slow, successive and persistent noise in the entrance to the great room. How delighted and pleased I was to witness my pet on his hands and knees, crawling towards me across the marble floor.

“Such a good pet,” I hissed.

“Heel!” I ordered.

Waiting To Experience Introductory Leg Worship Lesson

In the center of the Italian marble floor, eager to please your Mistress, like the little puppy that you are, you sat on your hind legs and awaited further instruction.

Now standing erect, my nylon covered legs parted. I swiftly removed my robe so that it now lay in a silken pool around my feet. Thereupon, I unleashed my cat-o’-nine-tails, which was attached to my garter belt.  With long strides, I began to approach you.

As I began my promenade, the swooshing sound of my of long, tender thighs, adorned in seamed, nylon thigh high pantyhose, accompanied the click-clack of my stilettos. My cat-o’-nine-tails brushed against the floor.  Then, I came to an abrupt halt in front of you. I draped the whip across the back of your shoulders and neck. My right hand secured the whip’s handle, and I grasped the knotted, plaited thongs with my left.  All the while, pulling you towards my long, lean, well toned legs. I could smell your apprehension.

Push and Pull and Release

Of course you were taken aback when I struck your chest with the sole of my six inch stiletto.  I pressed into your chest with the ball of my foot, pushing you away from me, yet my whip pulled you closer at the same time. I noticed a small, glistening droplet of saliva forming near the corner of your lips as you gazed upon my calves and thighs.

“My heels are dirty, pet,” I said.

No sooner did your glossy eyes sheepishly meet mine, than I released my whip from securing you in place. I raised my heel to your mouth and instructed you to lick the back of my six-inch high stiletto heel. Up and down your tongue slithered across my heel. Long, wet licks covered my heel followed by short, almost probing licks, which grew in intensity as your tongue approached the back of my ankle.

Controlled By the Power Of Her Sexy Legs

It was in this moment, that I knew that you would be under my complete control while I allowed you to worship my legs. I would mold you into my own personal leg worshiper.  Mesmerize you simply by permitting you to gaze upon my long, erotic gams. Whether my legs are covered in sheer pantyhose, fishnets, or seamed nylons, you will be on your knees before me. If you’re lucky, and if you’re a good leg worshiper, I may allow you the opportunity to apply my thick, creamy, shimmering body lotion on my thighs and calves after I exit the shower.

Since our first rendezvous, you have blossomed into my favorite leg worship student. Our instruction series continues.  You have a lot to learn, my pet.  You shall spend many more hours before me on your hands and knees, worshiping my legs in every way imaginable. Who knows? We may have to extend your training indefinitely. We don’t want to rush your training, now do we? This was just an introductory leg worship lesson. In the final analysis, teaching you proper, thorough leg worship is my number one priority. Prepare yourself by kneeling at my feet for your upcoming leg worship lesson, my pet.