My toenails are painted a deep dark shade of red. It's easy to see my long toenails through the sheer pantyhose. This is where you start to lose your ...onsciousness. My toes are making you incredibly weak and all you wish to do is lay pathetically at my feet.You begin feeling very submissive and I am loving it. I am feeling the power over you!After worshiping my feet for several minutes, I tell you to kiss from my feet all the way up to my inner thigh, slow and sensual kisses that show your. Since I was the age of eight, I have had one dream; to come toNew York City and see a professional game. I didn't care if it wasfootball, baseball, or basketball. I just wanted to see theprofessionals play."I was Jennifer when I was informed that we were coming to New York Cityto see you. You know what was the first word out of my mouth was? Itwasn't football, baseball or even basketball. It was shopping. Like anynormal teenage girl would say."She then asked, "I have tickets to the. You hear me order you to lift your feet, taking the pants of you. "Albright now, you'll stay here while I go back to the cabin for a nice cold soda. I'll pick you up later. Behave girl!". You try to turn around but notice you are tethered by your leash.You yell some angry words at me, and then decide to plead and beg, but to no avail while you hear my footsteps disappear. You have no idea how endearing your pleas are to my ears, how hard it is to leave you, but?..??..there you are: your hands. "Do you need anything?" she asked."I need you," I replied. "Will you let me love you the way I've been dreaming of?" Are you sure?" I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I said. "Take me to bed, Jenni. I want to be with you."She wheeled me into my bedroom and closed the door. "I can't wait to make love with you," she said, lifting me from my chair to put me on the bed. I swung my legs clumsily off the bed and motioned to her. . "Let me undress you," I said. "I want you naked."I.