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FeetGoddesss proved me wrong. Once again.

FeetGoddesss proved me wrong. Once again.

It’s not the first time (and I’m sure it won’t be the last one) that FeetGoddesss shows me how wrong I am about what I think excites me and what it doesn’t. Why? Because she’s just too powerful, that’s why.

It has only been a few days since I wrote about my (bad) opinion about group draining sessions: I don’t like them, they don’t excite me, I would never want to be in one. 

Or so I thought

I have a fetish for legs and feet in pantyhose ever since I was a teenager, and a Woman wearing trousers just doesn’t interest me. She’s not as sexy as in a miniskirt, her legs in nylon are hidden, come on it’s just not for me.

Or so I thought

If there is one way FeetGoddesss has to show me Her immense power, is proving me wrong on this kind of thing. A few nights ago, after finishing my work, I logged online just to have a look around. Started browsing Twitter, cam sites… you know, the usual stuff we all do. 

At some point, I went into FeetGoddess room.

She had a leather catsuit on, Louboutin high heels, and nylons (later I discovered being pantyhose). She looked incredible. Her perfect body was like a perfect match with that outfit, her legs looked even longer than usual, her incredible ass was breathtaking. I couldn’t leave. I had to stay and watch a bit. 

Thing is, she was super busy as usual. I could hear her asking tributes to a few different guys, giving them orders, calling them one by one: it was a group draining session. You know, that kind of session I don’t like. I thought of just enjoying the show, without taking part in it…but she was of a different opinion. 

At one point, between one order to a guy and another, she said, looking deeply into the cam:

“Spoil me Massi, it’s your turn now. You know you want to”

To be honest, I didn’t KNOW I wanted to… till then. Those words instantly turned me into an obedient puppy. I sent the first tribute and started acting like I had no brain. Well, it wasn’t really acting… she did actually take my brain away, piece by piece. She was moving in the sensual way only Her can do, her voice was hypnotic, slowly giving orders to others, then to me, then to them…one by one…sometimes I stared while she was clearly giving orders to others and ignoring me but…she did it in such a perfect way that I never felt left out. It was a constant switching between one and another, with perfect timing, always giving everyone the right attention. It was perfect. I had a magnificent time.

The next morning I woke up happy but also a bit confused. Do I even know what I like? Does it even matter? 

Variety triggers me: here’s how FeetGoddesss abused it.

Variety triggers me: here’s how FeetGoddesss abused it.

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.

Variety

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:

“Show me”

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.

My Gift To FeetGoddesss

My Gift To FeetGoddesss

As you all know, I have been all alone at home for about 10 days. This was the perfect chance to finally enjoy my Findom fetish, after some time of forced abstinence. And boy was it great.

For some time now I wanted FeetGoddesss to have a new pair of Louboutins to add to her collection, so a few days ago I contacted Her, begging to see and spoil Her. As usual, She was super busy and at first, didn’t pay attention to my message. But I waited, knowing that sooner or later She would have done it.

After about half an hour, She answered:

“And why do you think I should give you this privilege?”

That answer didn’t surprise me too much, I’ve always considered a HUGE privilege being able to spoil Her. My answer was quite simple and direct:

“I don’t think I’m worth You time, but I would like to buy You a new pair of Louboutin’s if You allow me”

She agreed, and after a few minutes, we started. She was dressed in the hottest possible way: a short (way short) leather miniskirt, a pair of black pantyhose with a black line on back, and a top that didn’t leave much to the imagination regarding her beautiful body.

And, on top of that, of course, Her irresistible smile and eyes.

No man could have felt weaker than I did.

Findom Goddess in black RHT pantyhose drains a moneyslave - picture 1
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Findom Goddess in black RHT pantyhose drains a moneyslave - picture 3
Findom Goddess in black RHT pantyhose drains a moneyslave - picture 4

I won’t go into many details on what happened, but it was simply a magnificent time. It lasted enough for me to be in heaven, and for Her to drain my wallet by 650$. Enough to buy a new pair of Louboutin’s, as I wanted since the beginning.

I doubt there is any other Goddess out there that can make me feel the way FeetGoddesss does. It’s not just submission, it’s a happy submission. As weird as that can sound, trust me. Each time I am with her, I feel happy. Weak of course, unable to stop Her from ordering what to do or how much to spoil her, but always as happy as a slave can be.

Needless to say, follow my advice. If you never experienced some time alone with FeetGoddesss, You should. Give yourself the gift of some time with Her, and you will see with your own eyes what it means to be weak, aroused, and incredibly happy.

A session with the best Findom ever: One Great Diva

A session with the best Findom ever: One Great Diva

It has been a long time since I’ve posted something about Her, the one that started it all, the one that scared the hell out of me like no one else…One Great Diva. And not because I didn’t have sessions with Her, but because She didn’t want me to write about Her on this blog. I actually had to beg Her tonight to let me do this… but I couldn’t resist. It was one of the best sessions I’ve ever had with Her.

Why? Because She’s just the best. And because She had a pair of Louboutin shoes on…and a fantastic pair of tan pantyhose. She didn’t even have to do much to drive me crazy…just Her incredible beauty was more than enough for me to stay there…stare…and pay.

How much did I end up spending? more than 400$…in about 20 minutes…you do the math. But I don’t regret it…because what I feel when I’m at Her feet is just worth all those money…and even more….

A session with the best Findom ever: OneGreatDiva

A session with the best Findom ever: OneGreatDiva

It has been a long time since I’ve posted something about Her, the one that started it all, the one that scared the hell out of me like no one else…One Great Diva. And not because i didn’t have sessions with Her, but because She didn’t want me to write about Her on this blog. I actually had to beg Her tonight to let me do this… but i couldn’t resist. It was one of the best sessions i’ve ever had with Her.

Why? Because She’s just the best. And because She had a pair of Loubotin shoes on…and a fantastic pair of tan pantyhose. She didn’t even have to do much to drive myself crazy…just Her incredible beauty was more than enough for me to stay there…stare…and pay.

How much did i end up spending? more than 400$…in about 20 minutes…you do the math. But i don’t regret it…because what i feel when i’m at Her feet is just worth all those money…and even more….