Through all these years, I’ve always asked myself why at a certain moment I feel the NEED to spoil a Goddess, to be drained by her. What triggers me? Why don’t I always react the same way? Why one day I’m like running to my credit card, while others I seem to be stronger?
Of course, there are obvious “everyday life” reasons, like being tired from work, being upset, not feeling well and so on… but why is that, even if one day I feel the same as another, there still is “something” that triggers me more than everything else? Recently I gave myself an answer.
I totally adore all the Goddesses I spoil and have spoiled in all these years, I think the world of them. They are magnificent, irresistible and everything…. but. I have to face it: if every time they come online they look the same, I kinda get….well… bored. There I said it. I hope it doesn’t sound disrespectful, but it’s just the plain truth. For my brain to “trigger”, I need to see something different in Her, something that makes me “wow” as in “wow I’ve never seen Her like this”.
It can be even a small thing like a different makeup or different hairstyle even if, obviously, what makes me run to my wallet is when her dressing style is different. A color of nylons she doesn’t wear often, a skirt I haven’t seen her wearing for a while, a new pair of shoes… all those things are like magnets for me. Even just receiving a picture by Her showing what she’s wearing, with an order to serve her, can easily trigger me if variety is there. All my defenses fall, leaving my moneyslave instinct free to run wild and let myself be drained.
FeetGoddesss knows this and abused it last night
It comes to no surprise that a Goddess like FeetGoddesss knows me more than I know myself, so I guess she figured out already my “variety trigger”…as that’s exactly what she used last night.
As I sometimes do, I decided to go and have a quick look at Her free videochat (I know, it’s lame…but I just can’t help myself sometimes…she’s too much). I thought she would have been dressed in all black, as she often likes to dress: beautiful and stunning but, somehow, something I’m kinda “used” to resist.
I was wrong.
She had a red bra on, under a black leather jacket that put it all in plain sight. Her skirt was a different one: red with the shape of a high heel shoe drew in black over it. She had black pantyhose on, and a pair of wonderful Louboutin’s shoes. I froze. I was unable to move. As if something inside me was ordering me to don’t move, to stay where I was. She saw I was there, and sent me a very brief message.
“Show me how much you want to see me wearing tan pantyhose”
I really don’t know how she knew. How she knew exactly what I was thinking about at that exact moment. I was thinking “She’s incredibly gorgeous…if only she would have tan pantyhose on, I would be in huge danger”.
I was unable to reply to that, scared of the consequences and, at the same time, excited by the idea of seeing her in this uncommon outfit.
A couple of minutes passed without me saying anything. Then she just sent me another message:
That was it. I sent her a tribute and just wrote her “Sent“. Then I stayed there, waiting for Her to use me however she wanted. She left the cam for a second, and I could hear she was looking for pantyhose. Came back with a brand new pair of tan Wolford pantyhose, with a sexy line on the back. Looking at me with her wonderful and teasing eyes, she slowly took off her black pantyhose and put on those magnificent tan ones.
She looked amazing and…different. Or at least, different just a bit to trigger my “variety weakness”. I was unable to resist, unable to do anything else but stare and follow her soft, sexy, hypnotic voice.
One tribute after another, I was acting just like a puppet: each time she told me “send more”, I did it without even thinking twice. Then, after quite a while, she started ordering me to touch myself, of course cumming without her permission wasn’t an option.
But her teasing, her beauty, her power, her orders were just too much for me… and when she ordered me “go a little faster” while waving her sexy nylon foot in front of the cam… I simply exploded, unable to control myself. It was like an instinct, something I was not able to stop. She was too much, and I was too weak. She obviously didn’t like this and ordered me to send a double tribute because I’ve been bad…which I did of course, again without even thinking twice.
Variety might trigger me for sure but… FeetGoddesss knows how to use and abuse that trigger. As if I even needed one reason more to consider Her one of the best Goddesses ever.