At My Feet

I've always been the girl people admired from a distance. At a little over six feet tall, with legs that seem to go on forever, I've grown used to the lingering stares and the whispers that follow me wherever I go. My blonde hair and modelesque features have always made me stand out, but it's my confidence that really turns heads. I walk with purpose, knowing that I command attention without even trying. But for all the admiration I receive, there's a part of me that's always been waiting—waiting for something, or someone, to make me feel something more.

Today, I think I found that someone.

It started out like any other photoshoot. The studio was buzzing with energy, assistants rushing around, the photographer barking out orders, and me, slipping into a pair of heels that made me feel even more powerful. I'm used to the adoration and the flirtatious glances, but today, something was different.

I noticed him right away. A new assistant, standing quietly in the corner, his eyes glued to my feet with an intensity that I couldn't ignore.

He wasn't the kind of guy who usually caught my attention—handsome in a quiet way, not the type to command a room. But there was something about the way he looked at me, like he was seeing something no one else did.

After the shoot, I found myself lingering, pretending to check my phone as everyone else packed up. He was still there, hovering near the edge of the set, clearly nervous but unable to stop staring at my feet. It was almost cute, the way he kept glancing at me, as if trying to work up the courage to say something.

Finally, he did. "You have...amazing feet," he blurted out, his voice soft and unsure. I raised an eyebrow, more amused than anything else.

"Oh?" I replied, slipping off my heels and stepping closer to him. The carpet was plush beneath my bare feet, and I watched as his breath hitched. He was completely transfixed, his eyes wide as I stood before him. "What is it about them that you find so amazing?"

He swallowed hard, his face flushing with embarrassment. "They're just…perfect. So elegant. I...I'd love to worship them."

His words took me by surprise. I've heard countless compliments in my life, but this was different. This wasn't just admiration; it was something deeper, something almost...primal.

And to my surprise, it intrigued me.

"Worship them?” I repeated, the words unfamiliar yet strangely thrilling. I'd never thought of my feet as anything special, but the way he looked at them—with such raw desire— sent a shiver through me. The idea of someone worshipping me like that, in such a vulnerable way...it was intoxicating.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity. "If you'd let me."

I took a step back, watching as he instinctively followed, his eyes never leaving my size 12 feet. The power I felt in that moment was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. l've always known I was desired, but this...this was different. This was control.

"Show me," I said softly, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees before me, his hands hovering above my feet as if he were afraid to touch something so sacred.

When his lips finally brushed against the arch of my foot, I felt a spark of pleasure I hadn't anticipated. His kisses were soft, reverent, each one sending a wave of warmth through me. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this, how much I was enjoying him.

“Are these the biggest feet you've ever worshipped?" I asked, my voice teasing.

"Yes," he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against my skin.

As his kisses grew bolder, so did I. I found myself guiding him, letting go of any reservations I had. With each touch, each whisper of his lips against my skin, I realized something profound—I wasn't just the object of his desire. I was a goddess, and he was here to worship me.

When it was over, we were both breathless, the air between us thick with unspoken understanding. I had discovered something new about myself today—a hidden desire I was eager to explore. As I looked down at him, still kneeling at my feet, I knew this was only the beginning.

I'm more than just a model. I'm a queen, and from now on, I'll walk through life knowing there are those who will kneel at my size 12 feet—not just because of my beauty, but because of the power I hold within.