17-27.11— 2004

Hymn to pedicure

The fact that the feminine - my destiny came to me not immediately. Delving into my childhood, I recall thousands of situations that, in a special way, excited me. In kindergarten, the splendor of the spectacle, when a young teacher high throwing her slender leg soaps it in the sink after the street, not suspecting how stunned I, the child, is watching HER. The tremulous feeling of sweet pain when a beautiful girl inadvertently stepped on my arms when I helped HER to hang curtains in the classroom or the occasional touch of girl's legs on my body in physical education classes. I remember how the first beauty of our class left on the desk the folded pieces of paper with a corner, with which she cleaned the dirt under her nails, as after the lessons I quietly collected them, and then I sucked and masturbated. I accidentally caught the scent of women's shoes, beautiful girl or women's panties, the smell of urine and feces left by beautiful ladies in various situations in the winter on the snow, for example, caused sexual interest. The grace of a cigarette butt with bright lipstick and a distinct desire to smoke him after the beauty casually threw him to the ground, touch his lips and tongue to her innermost place with HER imprint, an object that came into contact with HER in saliva, teeth and tongue. It was necessary to watch for hours beautiful girls with cigarettes in parks, smoking rooms, restaurants. In those days, they smoked away from prying eyes and had to invent innocent ways to get hold of a smoking cigarette butt with the desired female lipstick.

In cinema and literature, the scenes of female cruelty were fascinating. Imperious queens, merciless priestesses, cruel and beautiful witches, implacable beauties, savagely tormenting men, brutal young witches and treacherous, depraved mistresses, virgins girls - all this was sitting in children's memory for a long time. In the children's film “The Kingdom of Crooked Mirrors” there was my most exciting scene when dazzling sadistic beauty Anidag (A. Vertinskaya) naotmash beats the face of her old, awkward slave with a stack and a red scar appears on his face! With each viewing I felt this sweet pain on my physiognomy. I myself was a slave to Anidag at that moment!

In my memories delicate situations are spinning with women's stockings, pantyhose, panties, shoes, decorative cosmetics. Sometimes, to gain access to them, I would invent sophisticated ways, desperate lies. I even lied to myself that I have other, innocent goals. But the sweetness of reaching the cherished goal and the special pinching feeling of inner tension, trembling and relief after what was achieved spoke of a desire to touch everything that I learned later as the Femdoma Universe absorbs.

Evaluating my erotic desires through time, I find the prerequisites of a keen desire to kiss, lick, suck beautiful female feet, THEIR magic nails painted with exciting flowers, THEIR thin ankles. Face the beautiful shoes on heels, sandals, open fingers with a pedicure, see through the nylon or a grid of exquisite stockings shine and tint varnish on the nails. Get a sweet opportunity to lick and suck THEIR high heels, feel the beautiful leg with or without shoes on your face, as IT puts pressure on my lips, tongue, walks over me, HER faithful slave. And what a delight arises when a soft glide of the tongue moistened with saliva on the polished varnish of the toe marks! Its tip rolls like a ball over the ice! And as the varnish from moisture is poured by gloss from a saliva!

In my thoughts about my beautiful slavery, I saw scenes of the atrocious licking of women's vaginas, their tender and elastic anuses, I dreamed of filling my mouth with beautiful secretions. Initially, limited to female urine, her drops, streams, exciting smell, the sound of fluid out of beautiful pussies.Fabulous situations were drawn according to my consumption of all this magnificence: from an innocent test of one's tongue to severe female violence with gross injuries.

The following fantasies, developing what was achieved, led me to slavishly consuming the contents of the anus, a different consistency and the circumstances under which it comes to me. Each new situation moved the imagination to an increasingly sophisticated Female Dominance.

For example, nude beauty in sandals on breathtaking heels, languidly loosening a cigarette in a chair, watching me with disdain, delicately licking her delicious feet with a dazzling nail polish. Further, she, already standing over my body, mockingly pulls the chain tied to my genitals; With a mockery, spitting into my mouth, worn out in pain, and the advancing marvelous pedicureted foot on my face covered with tears.

Next scene: the same domino, not satisfied with my torment, crouches over my face and with pleasure wets on it, filling my mouth with amber nectar, and later defecating my tongue and smearing my feces on the face wet from tears; at the same time, I manage to observe her strained, whitened from the posture and actions of the toes with a charming sexually exciting varnish. You could blow yourself up with the crazy idea of ​​licking the dirty anus of an old stinking bomzhihi, if that was the will of the beautiful Lady and her marvelous leg stood on my back or better during this procedure - it pushed my head into this terrible nauseous nightmare.

I passionately wanted humiliation, my servility, cruelty to me, humiliation, neglect and contempt of me by beautiful women. My cringe in front of the inaccessible beauties subconsciously justified the goal of being an interesting object for them.

Whatever and how would not draw fantasy, varnish on the toenails was a must-have attribute of pleasure.

Dream hunt

Trying to figure out where the fanatical attraction of a pedicure came from, I remember that for the first time I saw him on the legs of sexy beauties of Western magazines and immediately fell in love with this wonderful fetish. In the seventies, we had it very rare. Rare pleasures from porn magazines, postcards, cards that broke through the cordon, movies brightened up life. The smell of nail polish fell in love with me from the first scent and stayed in me forever!

In his youth, when in shops you could find 2-3 kinds of these roughly made flacons under the trivial name, say “Pink Pearl”, with an eerie thick content, its smell magically stirred men's flesh. Pedicure personified in my imagination well-groomed, chic, beauty of a woman, which means the magnificence of HER absolute power over me, the sacrament of HER lewd whim, such a woman seized all rights - my humiliation, slave dependence, mockery and submission to any of HER cruel and perverted fun.

I have been and remain the submissive and fascinated slave of the Dominant Woman with a pedicure! My face and its most sensual organ - the language is in the eternal pursuit of HER pedicure!

I made up my visual contact with a pedicure in fantasy, and then in reality I realized it in three main ways:

v - kissing a pedicure is my worship and delight with this miracle;

v - licking a pedicure is the passion and sexual output of my servility in front of him;

v - sucking a pedicure is the domination of its owner and my dependence on her.

By the way, at once I will make a reservation that the love for a pedicure is a part of love for the dominant woman, and not a separate fetish, as they sometimes think. Paint, mentally, of course, the toenails of a man, a snot-nosed girl, or a terrible woman, and you will feel disgust. Pedicure and foot-fetish are different in essence. Of course, I dreamed of the dominant woman moving on my face in the pedicured leg, but you see, trampling without nail polish is enough. And masturbation kicks? And here generally pedicure?

To see the beautifully painted female legs in reality could be either on the gorgeous ladies or on perfect whores. He met more often with southerners, Asians, and Jews.And I started hunting for him ....