Foot Domination is my form of foot play. I make a distinction between what I do and “foot worship”. I do not take requests for what I see as a fetishist-driven approach, so it’s important you understand how my practice differs.
In my approach, my power is expressed through my feet. What methods I use to express them is customized for each Foot Domination session.
Because it is a power exchange activity, not solely fetishism (pun intended), this practice is best suited for submissives who have foot fetishes. If you are a foot fetishist without an interest in power exchange it may not work for you.
Some specific fetishes:
- Decoration: My toenails are always painted for Foot Domination. Colors are usually (but not limited to) one of: red, wine, midnight blue, black, neon red or pink, or French manicure. What I choose is often (but not always) related to the season, with brighter colors in the spring and summer months, but red is a favorite and usually peppered throughout the year. I don’t reject color requests but they’re difficult to accommodate — unless you pay for my pedicure and request it at least a week in advance. I prefer you just accept that the color I choose is what energizes me at the time. I also like sterling silver toe rings and am usually wearing at least one.
- Tactile: My feet are well kept and pleasant to the sight and touch. Neither rough nor baby soft, they are the feet of a Goddess.
- Worship: Activities such kissing, licking, sucking, massaging, etc. all occur at my discretion.
- Consumption: I enjoy having you consume parts of my Divine body.
- Odor: Pungent odor is often caused by the overgrowth of bacteria or fungus. I do not have this issue and so I don’t have stinky feet. However, my feet have a light, natural foot aroma which is very pleasant.
- Sweat: I don’t have sweaty feet, but offer Sweat Fantasy.
- Cleaning: I enjoy making you clean my feet after food crushing. I do not offer dirt cleaning.
Some testimonials from foot subs and slaves:
“I’ve been wanting to see you for a long time… your feet are some of the most beautiful in the world. … Mistress, it was unbelievable.” – footslave m
“thank you for our amazing session yesterday. … Your rough play, foot domination and humiliation was amazing … You are drop dead gorgeous, and your attire was amazing” – Bmore
“That was great. … That was the most authentic experience I’ve ever had.” – footslut
NB: Show me you are paying attention by asking for “Foot Domination” in your session request. If you ask for “Foot Worship” you will show me that you do not know how to follow directions. I like subs who can follow directions.
my most recent session may have been the most incredible mix of pain and pleasure that i have ever experienced, during my entire time serving Mistress Tissa. The pain part was incredibly intense and the pleasure part was intensely incredible. i am sure this session will be entrenched in my memory, maybe forever.
After again explaining to Mistress Tissa why i had come to serve Her, from my knees at Her feet, it was time for O/our session to begin. Mistress Tissa placed an open body bag on Her bondage table and prepared it for my entrance. After following Her directive to climb up onto the table, Mistress began inserting a large butt plug into my well lubricated ass. It felt rather large and took some time for Mistress Tissa to work it into my ass, but of course She succeeded. The butt plug would remain there throughout the remainder of O/our session. Mistress Tissa then began rubbing Her beautiful and sensual hands on my arms and legs and i immediately began leaking from my penis. The “leaking part” has become a standard operating procedure during O/our sessions when i am lucky enough to have Mistress Tissa touch me. When i do leak, i always know what will happen next. Mistress Tissa scoops up my pre-cum and feeds it back to me. Truth be told, as soon as i am in the presence of Mistress Tissa i get excited, i can’t help myself. When you look into Her enchanting green eyes, who wouldn’t get excited? For me, i get very excited just to be able to interact with Her in any way and most importantly to be at Her complete mercy, or lack thereof. Mistress Tissa is a true Goddess whose beauty is so captivating that it takes your breath away.
After Mistress Tissa stopped feeding me my mid-session snack, She zipped up the bottom of the body bag to just below my waist and then clamped the top of the bag closed. The only two body parts that were outside of the bag were my head, which would soon be covered by a hood, and my penis, which would soon be tortured by a TENS unit.
i am not sure why but there is no single instrument that Mistress Tissa uses on me that causes as much pain and trauma as when She uses Her TENS unit on my penis and balls. In fact, it was during one of my earlier sessions with Mistress Tissa that i had to call yellow to stop Her assault of my penis with the TENS unit. And although i did not call yellow during this session, i came close several times. Mistress Tissa had attached the TENS unit to the tip of my penis and began to “turn up the dial.” The pain was excruciating! i tried to use all of the methods that Mistress Tissa has taught me regarding accepting pain as more of a sensation to be enjoyed, rather than pain to be endured. But, truthfully this time i struggled. There is something that is painfully excruciating (for me) about that TENS unit being used on my penis. Even though Mistress Tissa informed me that She did not turn up the dial to a maximum load, it felt like a maximum load to me. When the electricity shot through my penis, i shot up off of the bondage table. The fact that Mistress Tissa had tied me to the table with ropes helped to keep me in place as the currents shot through my penis.
Finally, Mistress Tissa decided that i had enough and She slowly untied me and removed me from the body bag. Mistress Tissa then sat down in a chair in the corner of Her Temenos and directed me to lie on my back with my head close to Her feet. She then unzipped and removed Her long black boots, placing Her exquisite feet just inches from my head! i held my breath for what i hoped would happen next. It did! Mistress Tissa placed Her feet on my face. i breathed in deeply, trying to fill my lungs as much as possible with Her amazing scent. my mind began racing as i could not help but wonder if Mistress Tissa might allow me to worship Her feet in some way. Was this really happening? i was then as determined as ever to listen to every word that Mistress Tissa said to me for the next period of time, for two reasons. First, i wanted to make sure that if She gave me a directive to worship Her feet that i would do exactly what She told me. And second, i did not want to make any mistakes as to what Mistress Tissa expected of me. i very much wanted to please Her!
Here are just a few of the privileges that Mistress Tissa allowed me:
-Mistress Tissa pressed down on various parts of my body with Her feet.
-Mistress Tissa placed her feet directly on my face allowing me to breathe in her amazing scent.
-Mistress Tissa allowed me to kiss the bottom of her feet several times, actually twice, but who’s counting.
-Mistrsss Tissa placed her big toe in my mouth and instructed me to suck on it “once” and then “twice.” i did as i was told and loved that privilege more than i could have imagined. Actually, i was hoping She would say “three” but that did not happen. But, i was happy with “once or twice,” even though i was hoping for more.
Throughout, Mistress Tissa rubbed Her striking feet across my face. i loved every single second of O/our “foot session.” It was FANTASTIC!
O/our session soon ended and Mistress Tissa again informed me that She was pleased with the way i served Her. If She was “pleased,” i was ecstatic! Mistress Tissa, what can i say, You are truly an amazingly beautiful and captivating Goddess and i feel truly honored to be able to serve You! Thank You for a truly memorable session.
Early in my most recent session with Mistress Tissa, She reminded me that i had previously asked Her to tell me how i could better serve Her as Her slave. Being slave to a True Goddess in Mistress Tissa is a position that i truly relish and naturally it is a responsibility that i want to continually improve upon. To be able to serve Mistress Tissa in such a way that i am able to continually please Her is my ultimately goal. That being said, i know it is my responsibility to try to continue to hone my skills as Her slave by not only always doing exactly what i am told in Her presence, but also to strive to perfect the services She desires from me during a session. i love trying to please Mistress Tissa and as i have stated in my previous writings, O/our session is only complete when Mistress Tissa closes out O/our sessions with the statement, “you have pleased me today slave m.” It is always music to my ears. Truth be told, i cannot remember a session ever ending where she did not compliment me for serving her well, so i am batting a thousand, with the internal goal of never dropping one point below that average.
So after reminding me that i had previously asked Her how i could serve Her better, She informed me as to how i was going to do exactly that during this particular session. So what was expected of me during this session, which was not required of me during previous sessions? i would be taught several slave positions. Before explaining what slave positions i would be taught, let me first emphasize that i am a student of an absolute master of BDSM. i cannot imagine anyone being more knowledgeable in all aspects of BDSM than Mistress Tissa. i am always amazed as to how knowledgeable, well-informed, thorough, and experienced Mistress Tissa is as a Dominatrix. She is a brilliant Dominatrix. When you are serving this amazing person, you are serving a true master. i learned early on during my sessions with Mistress Tissa that i was at the mercy of a completely dominant and professional Dominatrix who had mastered Her craft extremely well. Everything She does during a session is done to perfection*.
Now more on the slave positions that i learned from a Master Teacher. The first position i learned was the “kneel” position. Slave position number two was “humble.” Slave position number three was “discipline.” For slave position number four i was commanded to get up off of the ground and to stand upright, legs spread, placing my arms over my head and locking them together. This position was called “inspection.” And, that is exactly what Mistress Tissa did for the next five minutes, She inspected my entire body. At one point She even spread my ass cheeks apart inspecting my (actually Her) hole for possible future use. Probably the only thing She did not inspect was my teeth, but She actually did that once before. At my very first session with Mistress Tissa, She required that i stay on all fours for an extended period of time while She inspected my body and at one point even checked my teeth. The only other person i can remember checking my teeth was my dental hygienist. Like, i previously mentioned, She is extremely thorough. But, now back to elaborating on my new slave positions. Once i had learned my four new positions, i was required to quickly follow each of Mistress Tissa’s commands by getting into whichever position She required of me. i followed as quickly and efficiently as possible. The last command was the humble position. In that position, Mistress Tissa prepared me for what was to come next. She wrapped tape around the base of my scrotal sac, so that my balls were, well i guess you would say in a sack! She then pulled my balls behind me and attached a “humbler” to the back of my thighs so that i was now unable to move and was pretty much at Her complete disposal. i had never worn a humbler, pretty interesting invention to say the least! Mistress Tissa also placed handcuffs on my wrists, and chained my legs together. Finally She placed what i believe was a steel anal hook in my ass and connected it to the collar that i was now wearing around my neck. Interestingly, i cannot remember wearing hand cuffs with Mistress Tissa, so that was somewhat of a new and different sensation.
It was now time for my beating. Mistress Tissa used several “instruments of torture” to paddle and whip my ass until it was sore and (probably) crimson in color. Ironically, the most powerful and painful smack was administered with Her hands. Mistress Tissa is incredible powerful, to say the least. i could not even imagine what She could do to you if you ever crossed Her, not that I would even think about doing that. After my beating had ended, i was permitted to move into one of my favorite positions, laying on my back at Her feet.
Mistress Tissa then placed Her beautiful heels on various parts of the front of my body, pressing down with Her feet ever so slightly. First word that comes to mind, heaven! She then brought Her heels to my face and told me first to kiss the long heel of Her shoe once and then the bottom of her shoe once. As she held her shoe close to my face, Her command was simple and direct, “kiss.” She did that with both of Her beautiful heels. i waited until i was given the command to kiss before i took the liberty to do so. i know better than to take any liberties with Mistress Tissa without Her complete consent. At one point She crossed her legs and placed them on my chest. After a minute or so, i stated the obvious, “i love to be Your foot rest.” Mistress Tissa replied, “i like having you for a foot rest.” Life is good!
The final command of the day then came from Mistress Tissa after she placed her feet in front of me as i stayed in the “humble” position in front of Her. The command was to kiss the top of Her toes on each foot one time. i did so with respect and reverence and loved this true honor! Is there anything that could possibly be more fulfilling for a true slave then to be in a humble position in front of a true Goddess in Mistress Tissa and being allowed to kiss the tops of Her feet as a sign of my devotion to Her. The answer to that question is NO!
*slave m is being generous with his compliments. While I am knowledgeable and skilled, am I an “absolute” and “true master”? No. Do I complete everything with “perfection”? No. For some submissives and slaves I may be “perfect”. I think it’s because I possess something more than learned skills. What makes a Dominatrix special is more than how well She can tie you up and whip your ass. What makes Her special is Her essence.
It has been several days since my last session with Mistress Tissa and i am still in disbelief as to what took place during that session. Mistress Tissa allowed me to do something that i never in my wildest imagination would have thought could possibly take place during one of O/our sessions. But it did and i still can’t believe it happened. i will share more on that later.
When O/our most recent session began, the first and most noticeable change, besides the physical changes to Her Temenos, was the way Mistress Tissa was dressed. She was wearing a white, long flowing gown that reminded me of something a Roman Goddess would wear. It was beautiful to say the least! There are no words to describe how Mistress Tissa looked in the gown She was wearing, so i won’t try. Maybe Mistress Tissa will post a picture of Her wearing the gown in Her Blog so that I can see it again, although i am not sure it matters since i cannot get the picture of Her or the events of O/our last session out of my mind. Another change was that Mistress Tissa told me to call Her “Goddess” during this session, in place of “Mistress.” But, making the transition to calling Her Goddess during O/our session was easy, since that is exactly what She looked like for the next two hours.
Early in O/our session Goddess Tissa reminded me that i had written to Her to schedule a session during the previous week, but that i did not follow through with my plan. i would be “punished” for failing to follow through on that request. The punishment to say the least was extremely intense. First, She sat me in Her bondage chair, strapped my arms and legs to the chair, blind folded me and placed two TENS unit pads on each of my arms. i knew what would soon be coming was going to be extremely painful. i also knew that the one and only time i had to utter my safe word during a session with Goddess Tissa was when She used the TENS unit on me. Was i going to get through the next ten minutes without begging Goddess Tissa for relief? Honestly, i never like to use the safe word with Goddess Tissa. i am not sure why. i guess in my own mind i have failed Her in some way when i use my safe word. i do not know what level Goddess Tissa turned the TENS unit up to but i do know that it hurt like hell! i still remember that my body shook each and every time She sent electric jolts through my arms flowing through the rest of me. After our “electro play” was finished, Goddess Tissa told me to climb up onto a padded bench. She then connected each side of the neck collar i was wearing to a chain which She then hooked into the ceiling. My arms were also locked in place and i was now fully prepared (by Goddess Tissa) for what was to come next. i would be subjected to a beating on my ass and thighs which would be one of the most painfully intense beatings that i would ever have to endure at the mercy (or lack thereof) of Goddess Tissa. Goddess Tissa laid out six to eight different types of whips, all of which would be used on me. Since everything Goddess Tissa does during a session has a very distinct purpose, i am sure that the whips being laid out directly in front of me in full view were serving a very real purpose.
Goddess Tissa has whipped me on numerous occasions during our sessions, but this time would be very unique. Before securing me in place, Goddess Tissa told me to “put my glasses on.” The only other time i wore glasses during a session was during our previous session when i baked a cake to celebrate my one year anniversary of serving Goddess Tissa. But, it was quite obvious to me that judging by the way Goddess Tissa had secured me in place on my knees in front of Her, that “baking a cake” would not be on that day’s schedule. W/we would be trading spatulas and measuring bowls in for whips and chains. So why would i be wearing glasses? Goddess Tissa placed a book in my hand, called “Shakespeare’s Sonnets.” She then instructed me to turn to a specify page and prepare to read one of the sonnets. What took place next went something like this. i would read a line, “Being your slave what should I do but tend,” which would be followed by numerous blows with a whip on my ass and the backs of my things. Another line, “Upon the hours, and times of your desire,” followed by my ass being abused again. Another line, “I have no precious time at all to spend;” more blows to follow. And again, “Nor services to do till you require.” Guess what followed next? I am not sure how many times i read the entire sonnet, 14 lines in all, but i do know that Goddess Tissa went through every one of Her whips, some more than once. In fact, if i had to guess the higher number as to words in the sonnet, 120 words in all, or blows to my ass, judging by the way my ass felt for hours, i am going with the latter.
Finally the beating ended. Prior to my reading of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Goddess Tissa asked me if i liked reading Shakespeare, my answer was that i am not a big fan of his works. i remember being back in school and reading Shakespeare and how painful it was to read at that time. i was right, reading Shakespeare is still very painful!
Goddess Tissa then unhooked me from the ceiling, sat in Her chair and told me to place a bath towel (folded over once) at Her bare feet. She then told me to gather up a metal bowel from the other side of the room, which had a bar of soap and a small washcloth in it, and to also place it at Her feet. Following Her directions, i filled the metal bowel with warm water and placed it next to Her feet. Next, i was to bring a small plate to Her and place it on the table next to where She was sitting. The plate contained several strawberries and what appeared to be a small piece of chocolate. “Kneel at my feet,” came next. At that point it seemed logical that there could only be one possible command that would follow and i was hoping that i would hear the words that never seemed even remotely possible. I closed my eyes and waited. “Wash My feet.” Goddess Tissa placed Her beautifully slender feet in the warm water and allowed me to begin washing them with my bare hands. For the next 15 to 20 minutes i washed each foot as gently as i possibly could, loving every second of completing this amazing task for Goddess Tissa.
At one point Goddess Tissa stated, “I do not usually allow people to wash My feet.” Was this really happening? She was now allowing me the privilege (and honor) that only few are chosen to complete. I was simultaneously washing and massaging the feet of the most amazing Goddess on earth! It was an absolutely incredible experience to say the least.
After thoroughly washing both of Her feet, i gently removed Her feet from the water, placed them on the bath towel and padded them dry with the washcloth. “Smell my feet,” came next. I breathed in the intoxicating scent of Goddess Tissa’s feet. “Kiss my feet.” Again, is this really happening? Really? “Kiss my feet again, and again.” “Keep kissing them.” It was happening. i was kneeling at the feet of Goddess Tissa, kissing Her feet over and over again. i kissed the tops of her feet, her toes, the tips of her toes and the bottoms of her feet, over and over again. She allowed me to continue to kiss Her feet more times than i could have ever imagined possible. Unbelievable is this best word to describe the experience. But, it really did happen. i am not sure if Goddess Tissa will ever allow me to earn this privilege again, but if She does not, at least i experienced it once, and i will never forget the time i was allowed to wash and then kiss the feet of Goddess Tissa.
Next, Goddess Tissa instructed me to lie on the floor in front of Her chair. She then proceeded to rub her (very clean) feet all over my body. At one point She even placed her toes in my mouth, which i gently kissed. Never in my wildest imagination would i have thought that this session would continue this way. More amazing privileges would soon follow when Goddess Tissa stood up out of Her chair, came over to me and continued rubbing her feet on my face. I closed my eyes in ecstasy.
Goddess Tissa then sat on my chest looking down at me. She tilted Her head forward letting Her hair fall onto my face. I asked myself again, was this really happening or would i soon be waking up?
Goddess Tissa then stood up and walked away from me to another part of the room. I was then given the clear instruction to “rub my penis.” There was one major problem, i could not reach it. Earlier, Goddess Tissa had hooked both of my wrists to the collar around my neck. So to put it bluntly, it was absolutely impossible for me to reach my penis, but there was no way that i was not going to try. So, i shifted my collar slightly so that my right hand was in front of me and my left hand behind me, lifted my knees as high as i could to my chest and tried in vain to reach myself. Several times i was able to slightly touch myself. Needless to say, Goddess Tissa appeared to be amused with my predicament and laughed at me several times. Finally i was permitted to stop entertaining Her and i was told to assume my kneeling position at Her (still very clean feet). For the last part of our session, Goddess Tissa instructed me to give Her an offering in a glass chalice that She had placed on the floor in front of me. Eventually i worked myself to an orgasm (of course i asked permission first). Most of my semen ended up on my right hand, which Goddess Tissa ordered me to “lick clean.” i did as i was told, but truth be told, that is not one of my favorite things to do during a session. But, being slave m to a stunning, powerful and demanding Goddess on Earth is a privilege that i will never take for granted. And, if Goddess Tissa orders me to “lick myself clean” during every future session with Her, i will do exactly what i am told, without ever questioning Her in any way. Thank you Goddess Tissa for allowing me to serve You the way You deserve to be served!
slave m served Me very well this day! In addition, he brought Me this wonderful bottle of wine:
It has been a few days since my last session with Mistress Tissa and these words are still resonating with me even now, “i think i am at a yellow.” Honestly, i thought i would never hear myself say those words during this or any other session with Mistress Tissa. Who was i kidding? When i am in a session with Mistress Tissa, She controls pretty much everything i say or do. She controls when i am allowed to kneel at her feet, when i am allowed to stand, when i am allowed to touch Her or myself for that matter, She even controls whether or not i am permitted to look at Her. Even though i always believed i had a high tolerance for pain, i now know that Mistress Tissa has complete power over me and She will pretty much dictate when i have had enough and when I should ask for mercy, as i did during O/our last session.
O/our last session started as always with me kneeling at Her feet and stating my reason for coming to see Her. “i am here to serve you Mistress.” They are now becoming my new favorite words. i love saying those words! Mistress then allowed me the honor of kissing each one of her feet three times. That was the first time She allowed me that privilege and i cannot put into words how truly exciting and amazing that it was to be able to put my lips to Mistress Tissa’s beautiful feet. Unbelievable! She then placed Her new heels on Her feet, that i had gifted to Her, and allowed me another honor, which was to kiss Her shoes several times. Honestly, i have tried very hard to please Mistress Tissa during O/our sessions and maybe She feels that i have earned the honor and privilege of kissing Her beautiful feet and shoes. Or maybe i just want to believe that for my own sense of accomplishment.
Either way, i will continue to always do my best to please Mistress Tissa. It is my single greatest desire when i am in Her presence.
After she paddled my ass several times, Mistress Tissa instructed me to climb up onto Her table and to lie on my back. She then proceeded to put some type of padded mitten over both of my hands, a hood over my head, a wrap of some kind around my lower legs and feet, and finally several straps tying me to the table. i could not move and was in complete darkness because of the hood She had placed over my head. What took place next was something i had never experienced with Mistress. For several minutes nothing happened! She did not touch me, I could not see or hear Her, and i had no concept where She even was in Her Temenos. All i could hear was my own breathing. i am not sure if Mistress Tissa intended this nor would i ask, but i became more and more anxious with each passing second as to what Mistress had in store for me next. The wait was probably only a few minutes but seemed like forever. And then it began.
The assault on my penis with what i would later learn was a “TENS unit” was at times stimulating, at times shocking, and at times absolutely, positively excruciating. Prior to my session with Mistress Tissa, i had never even heard of a TENS unit, now i am sure i will never forget… Over and over the volts went through my penis and sent shock waves through me. Then i uttered my “safe word” for the very first time. Honestly, at first i felt bad thinking that maybe i had somehow failed Mistress Tissa. But, now looking back, it is not so bad. By using my safe word, i have come to the realization that it is just one more way for Mistress Tissa to control me. And, when She wants me to surrender to Her amazing power and demands, i will gladly surrender myself to Her.
Thank You Mistress Tissa, i look forward to serving You again soon.