I’ll show you the video in the ppv FanVue/Patreon section that inspired me – while I sat there watching these two film it – to do a complete 180-degree turn on how to make the velvety smooth foot cream lotion I was fiddling with at the time. So, a few things were coming to a head at the time this foot fetish video was being made. For one, I had my perfume business up and running on a very small scale – taking my wares to the On Nut market across from Big C every night to peddle my small inventory of wares. I just felt that I needed a more diversified product line and I’d noticed at the store I got my supplies from : Hong Huat Co., Ltd. up on Sri Nakarin Road that they had the cream bases one needs to sell skin cream lotions.
“Well”, I thought, “it seems right up my alley to try and make a foot cream product” because everybody in the city who’s short on money wears flip flops or cheap shoes that make the feet wearing them look like dirty dried prunes. And so, I started searching for recipies, settled on one and made my first batch which I called Velvet Sole Cream.
It hardly sold. I had made about twenty jars of it and I think in an entire month I sold but one container. I was saddened, but didn’t want to use it all on myself – my altruistic personality doesn’t allow me to do so and well, I got the idea that maybe if I added a bit of butter to the cream and had a slave in one of my sessions really give me a deep foot massage – maybe when I ordered him to lick my feet he’d enjoy the taste – maybe he’d enjoy the taste enough that he’d put as much work into licking the product off that he had in applying it to my feet. I was simply thinking in terms of the utility of the session.
Heh, wouldn’t you know it, every single slave’s eyes gave a “huh, what’s this?” look when beginning to suck on my big toe and I told them all that “it’s a secret recipe I’m working on” – you know – to heighten the mystery. There was no mystery, there was no secret recipe, I was just coming up with some impromptu bullshit to make the slave’s imagination run amok.
But then I started thinking – what if there was a secret recipe? What if I could make a foot cream that acted as a powerful aphrodisiac – a kind of catnip for men because any man who is naturally attracted to a woman’s feet can have that feeling intensified many times over. In fact, most of you know that I went perhaps the wrong way with intensifying my sessions by purposely not bathing, by running endlessly in the gym with no air-conditioning and running in double layered socks just to drench my feet in sweat and then let them cook in my 9 year old sneakers. By the time the session came, though my slave was repulsed by the horrid smell of my feet he would be incredibly turned on by having to personally take on the role of removing that dank smell with his tongue.
While that line of thinking does have its merits – it had always disappointed me that my slaves looked at the task as a challenge whereas I wanted – at least once – to see a man dive into my feet like they were so irresistible he couldn’t control himself. I mean, I have personally seen with my own eyes men ejaculate on the floor in front of both Mistress Jaa’s and Rainy’s feet as they rubbed their soles all over the slave’s face. I knew what it was like – from seeing it but not experiencing it – to behold a slave’s tongue lapping uncontrollably, his breath panting, his throat making noises of pleasure just from worshiping what I thought were plain old feet.
So, I went to work on this secret recipe and I did so by asking slaves night after night what was the most delicious and yet healthy food they’ve ever tasted? Every European slave raved, absolutely raved about the taste of cultured, high-fat European butter. I knew right there and then that the base couldn’t just be butter. So one by one, I got them to sneak into the country for me these once frozen jars of their favorite cultured, high-fat European butter – usually home made but some were store bought. Sure enough, it has that natural tang and creaminess that Thai supermarket butter lacks. I could whip that butter until it was lighter than air itself.
For the “perfectly soft” functionality, I began to fold in cold-pressed Virgin Coconut Oil which is abundantly available here in Thailand. It penetrates the skin deeper than almost anything else, leaving that velvet finish without feeling greasy, and it smells like a tropical vacation – a Pavlovian trigger for relaxation before they even taste it.
Now, the “drive them wild” flavor profile. I wanted something addictive. At first I used the honey that’s grown on the property here but that has a tinge of bitterness. So instead, I decided to infuse the butter/oil mix with raw Manuka honey. It’s a humectant, so it pulls moisture into your skin, but the taste is earthy, rich, and distinctively herbal-sweet.
And the secret weapon? Vanilla CO2 extract and a pinch of Maldon sea salt. “Oh baby!” as Emeril would say.
The vanilla makes it smell like a bakery, comforting and warm. The salt? That’s the genius part. Salt cuts the richness and hits the pleasure receptors in the brain just like salted caramel. It makes them salivate instantly and ensures they can’t stop licking, no matter how sensitive their tongues get.
So with the secret recipe made a day before hand and let to sit in the fridge overnight – first thing in the morning I’d apply it thick just before heading out, I’d put on cotton socks, and by the time the session came around I’d hit the slave with soles that feel like expensive satin … and tasted like the most decadent dessert they’ve ever been denied – but also with just a hint of the old me – the now mostly hidden dank smell that added a certain “Je ne sais quoi” to the whole smell and taste experience.
The result was nothing short of spectacular. Even today, sitting here writing this, I have a wide smile across my face just remembering all the times I’d let my slaves pull those socks off with their teeth and seeing the looks on all their faces as first the heavenly smell hit their nostrils. I’d extend my big toe and dangle it right in front of their lips with a “go ahead, give it your best shot” look on my face. Once they had the all clear to attack – attack they did. To a man, less than three seconds in they all made the exact same “huhmmf?” sound. That’s the best way I can write it. Hundreds of them made that same sound which starts off like a question of unbelievability and then immediately transforms into something more erotic.
That was the beauty of it – for once I got to see men absolutely lose their minds on my big toe. Had my big toe been a cock – it could proudly say that it was the recipient of a thousand of the best, most intense, most pressure filled blowjobs ever experienced. Men would simply attack my foot and then they’d move on to my toes but wonderfully, they’d spend close to five minutes per toe meaning that for nearly half an hour, they had dined on just five of my toes.
Needless to say, two hour sessions were simply not enough considering all the areas of both feet that needed to be tasted, licked and then devoured. And what I found ever so enjoyable is that these men would lick and suck so hard non-stop that near the 90 minute mark they all would have worn their muscles out and they’d experience tongue cramps, lock-jaw, lifeless knees they had been kneeling on since they had arrived. So there was the suffering I so enjoy and I didn’t have to say a single word! Not one time did I have to coax a slave to push through utnil the two hours he had booked were over. They willingly fought through the pain and discomfort.
It wasn’t until the last ten minutes that I’d let them touch themselves – I had let their rock hard cock dangle between their legs for nearly two hours and the only words I ever uttered in all those foot worship sessions were “the harder you jerk, the close you edge yourself to cumming – the more of my foot you have to c0nsume.”
And oh my gosh, these slaves would simply impale themselves on my foot – usually my left foot, not sure why. But they’d have all five toes and half of the solve wiggling around the depths of their throat and they’d choke themselves on my inserted foot when they came because each shiver that made their body twich as their cum shot out – it’d shove my toes say another 1/2 inch down their throat momentarily passed the ‘Do Not Pass Go – Do not collect $200’ line of no-return.
All because of this little bottle of foot worship aphrodisiac that I had invented.
Funny thing is, I would sell this little container to each slave for a thousand baht or $30 because they all wanted to repeat the same session with their girlfriends and wives back at home. And I can tell you from the hundreds of emails I’ve received afterwards that my little foot worship aphrodisiac rekindled so many relationships … all because of this secret recipe that my imagination stumbled upon by accident, each ingredient being an input from one slave at some point. My only contribution was the vanilla.
Would it be that in my retirement, I go back to being a part-time Mistress … this will surely be one of the few sessions I’d agree to well into my 50’s and beyond. It’s just so much fun to see men lose their minds from something I created 🙂
As for the video – this is one of the rare times I’ve written the whole story out in the free portion and being that it’s 12:30pm and I haven’t eaten yet – I’m just going to post the video and post this whole story as a makeup for the one I missed yesterday. So no story below, just the femdom video. This makes up for yesterday’s miss – I’ll have tonight’s story for you as per usual at around 9pm before I go to bed.
I lied. I went and wrote a quite personal story down below. Fucking altruism. It’ll be the end of me I know it.
Also, I can and have intentions of selling that aphrodisiac foot cream once again – same price, one container would be 1k baht.
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