Early on in my life as a domme, I read a story on the Internet about a woman who’d line her shoes with slices of bread. At the end of the day, she’d pull the sweat-flattened crusts out and feed them to her foot-worshipping slave. He was grateful to get it.
Entranced by this, I tried it myself. “Toest,” I called it. Good times.
Then I saw this site and realized I clearly wasn’t thinking big enough.
Flats. They don’t do anything for me.
MTO, You are really funny, I hope all is well,
There are nice, but they sure cost a lot of bread!
Properly leavened something other than bread maybe rising! 🙂
There is all that…
and then, there is this other story of a Domme who made pasta, put it in a bowl, took off her shoes and put them in the bowl as well.
She then suggested that her hungry slave eat the pasta and clean her feet while doing that.
That was lunch and domination all wrapped up in one very cool/hot experience (if you know what I mean).
Very efficient!
Given my relationship with food, there’s a fine line for me between kink+food=sexy and kink+food=WTF.
I went to a play recently and one of the characters was talking to his shrink about how he had this side business jerking off on miniature action figures — like The Green Lantern or Batman — and taking pictures and sending them to guys on the internet for money. It all struck me as perfectly reasonable until he said that one guy wanted the action figures posed on a bed of lettuce. And THAT was where I became officially offended.