Worship Begins At her Feet: Why this Sub Loves Aesthetics

Back in my college days, I had this one cool art professor.

He was a fascinating person in particular: passionate, knowledgeable, thoughtful, and as English as a Beatle. I loved talking art with him. One day, we were hanging out after class, just he and I, and he was telling me about the most difficult things there were to draw.

Inevitably, we wound up talking about feet. The human kind, with toes that need to suggest movement, and arches that flow in lines.

He laughed, and said that drawing feet believably could take multiple classes for an artist to learn, they were so challenging. They are one of the most difficult objects for a draftsman to render for a variety of reasons, but the one he mentioned that always stuck with me was that they were difficult to draw because of how much personality they conveyed…I suppose one could also say, humanity, because…

If you erased most of a subject from a piece to only their feet, you would still be able to read a lot about that subject. You would be able to tell if they were a ruler or a peasant. If they were confident or scared. If they were a soldier or a scholar. Sad or happy, reserved or flirty.

The aesthetics, the very philosophy behind the physical beauty of the subject, begins at their feet.

They are the things that connect us to the earth and the things that move us closer together. I think they’re pretty special.

Because of this, whenever I am called to worship, I always begin at the feet of the Queen.

Why I Belong at Her Feet

I have spent most of my life pondering not only beautiful female feet, but my foot fetish itself. I know that a lot of the passion that I have for Goddess soles is derived from that love and appreciation I have for aesthetics.

There’s something about the curves, something about the lines, and something about the promise of movement that compels me to kiss a woman’s foot. All of these facets work in conjunction and create a work of fine art. I love the roundness of the toes, whether they are painted or natural, how soles often form a cute heart shape…and just how easy it is to fall into subspace when staying beneath the lowest parts of a Goddess.

It’s always seemed the natural place to be for me: on the ground prostrate, looking up at the Queen, from between the spaces of her toes as they assert their dominance over me. I am privileged by the Universe herself to have had so many opportunities for this type of worship.

Like the multiple classes an artist needs to take in order to render them properly, I could fill the pages of multiple books with everything aesthetic that I adore about the feet of Queens.

Why You Belong at Her Feet

Even those of us who serve and don’t have an adoration for feet can benefit from this kink. Your Goddess deserves your adoration. If you don’t have a foot fetish, you will go farther in your submission if you have one while serving, dig? You are beneath her. That means you are beneath each toe as well. You will be much happier in your proper place, I promise you.

Let me set the scene a little: Femdom teaches us the fact that every woman is a goddess. Humans have always interacted with their female deities through acts of devotion and worship. Your devotion is great enough to bring you to your knees, and her flawless, flirty feet are pointing at you, as if giving you nonverbal commands. She loves seeing you down there. Worship should just flow like water from you at this point, natural and orgasmic.

What should that worship look like, however? There are a lot of activities that fit under this umbrella term, but there is no right answer.

But I can sure tell you from experience that there are plenty of wrong ones.

Art Appreciation 101

So, my style of foot worship tends to look a lot like art appreciation.

Mostly because I’m a proud submissive and naturally wired for that kind of flowery, poetic devotion…but also because I’ve been around the block long enough to know what most women don’t want.

But we’ll get to those in a second, I promise.

First, remember the conversation I was having with the art professor? Get ready to hear about these aesthetics.

If a goddess gives me the privilege of holding up her divine soles in my unworthy hands, my brain is already lighting up with a million different poems in which to describe my current state of elation…as well as a thousand different possible- and pleasurable- outcomes if I am able to ignite the passion of my owner.

I will learn and adore every line and curve. I will memorize the fragrance, and I will massage to the rhythm of the music. She was magnanimous enough to place her soles above me. I know my place and know exactly how to reciprocate such a wonderful gift.

I will plant kisses ranging from quick and staccato to long and passionate. I will obey every command she issues. Being able to serve at her glorious feet is an honor like no other, and this loyal servant has only ever strived to make his Goddess happy.

In my experience, worshipping her feet like a good boy often leads to more passionate play. These are the type of rewards that can drop lesser sluts like me into subspace and leave me there. Believe me, I could fill pages of smut regarding sexy things like stomping and breath play. How I adore being made to paint her toes in public…or the feeling of being rewarded with an earth-shattering orgasm from a dynamite footjob… But these are better left up to the imagination right now, servant boy. You know why?

Because You Serve at the Pleasure of The Queen!

I’ve seen a lot of different subs worship the feet of a lot of different Goddesses. Everyone’s got their own preference, style, aesthetic, and vibe. It’s awesome that they do, really. Variety is the spice of life.

And I think that I have also tried enough different approaches to foot worship to where I can now distill the most important axiom to keep in mind. You know, for when you’re on your knees, showing her toes the proper reverence.

Always remember: you are there for her pleasure. Not yours.

If she wants a firm massage, dive at the opportunity. If she wants passionate licks up and down the length of her soles, be the very picture of passion itself.

As driven wild by lust as you may be from the whole sexy scene, it is always important to remember self-control. A gentleman always reads the room, and a good boy always obeys. Don’t go sticking nothing where it ain’t needed, feel me? To be given permission to pamper her feet should be reward enough, honestly.

If you end up getting sloppy, or if you get the order of her preferences wrong, you just may displease your goddess. I tell you from experience: that very same foot you were just loving on a second ago may find its way to your testicles, and hard. It is wise to remember that, like water, the beautiful feet of your domina can flow and crash. As deadly as they are breathtaking.

But it’s all okay, champ. A good boy can lie beneath the lowest part of a Queen, and feel everything that she wants you to feel. If you can’t read the room, your mistress may just be gracious enough to read it for you.

A playful tap of a toe on your lips may be analogous to a smile. Her lovely sole asserting dominance over your lips is the same as a muzzle, telling you it’s time to stop talking. And her toes curling on your face lets you know that you’re doing a good job! This all goes back to knowing what your goddess likes and being a good sub. Getting a feel for the vibe and understanding those non-verbal cues. I tell no lie, I learned all of this at the feet of Queens. Obedient, humbled, ready.

Real talk, I don’t know how some subs get this far without a foot fetish.

So When it’s all Said and Done…

Worshipping your domina means getting on your knees for her.

For the submissive with an overflowing heart, and maybe a little appreciation for art, a fascination for the feet of women should just be the natural state of it all. This particular kink has only ever brought me closer to my Goddess and proved the philosophy of Femdom correct to me time and time again.

Looking back as I write, I am nothing short of blessed to have been allowed worship sessions from so many different sets of goddess soles.

Each one a different personality, and each one with their own mystique.

Each one walked to me with their own stories, hopes, and desires. All with diverse and flawless lines and curves, colors and shapes.

They shared their aesthetics with me and made me a stronger, happier sub for it.

You can be one hell of a good boy when all you wanna do is kiss her toes.