Beneath Your Feet
Prostrate I look up at your feet
Dangling mere inches from my face.
They’re beautiful and though petite,
Contrive to keep me in my place.
I don’t know what I’m meant to do,
And so bespelled wait your command.
Who knew just one high heeled shoe
Could capture and leave me unmanned?
“I need a footstool lift your neck,”
I hear you softly say to me.
I raise my head and genuflect,
I’m just your footstool now I see.
I know some think this is abuse,
But it’s my joy to be of use.






















Hello Mana, good to see a new boy on the roster. I'm sure we're going to get lots of use…
Another boy to play with? Terrific! I know I'll be giving you a command to strip for me soon -…
Thank you, I really appreciate it. Happy to be here 🙂
Thanks buddy. I appreciate it.
Thank you, Mistress Heather. I’m grateful to be here and ready to prove myself.