She sat in the armchair with that calm that dismantles me. I met her gaze and already knew what to do. I knelt, grabbed the basin of warm water and a gentle perfume, and began my ritual. Her feet. Small, firm, delicate… authority in the form of skin. I wet them slowly, gliding my fingers, massaging every curve with respect and adoration. She looked at me unhurriedly, as if she knew she deserved to be served. Every detail was a temple. Her ankle, the instep, the toes that commanded my entire desire. I gently wiped them with the towel, drying them as if they were sacred. And when I finished, I leaned closer… I kissed them reverently. She didn't say a word. She just smiled with her eyes. And I was grateful she allowed me to 🦶 #foot
