Mystery Mistress 8
Hayley sat back and propped both feet up in front of you. She had a huge smile on her face. You put the puzzle together in your head. Hayley wasn't going to strip her skirt for you. She wasn't talking about her panties when she said "something I know you'll love." She stripped her shoes. She knew you'd love her pantyhose-clad feet. You really wished she was wrong. But she wasn't. The question was, how did she know you would love it? And the answer was obvious - Mistress Fire. Not necessarily that Hayley WAS Mistress Fire, although it was still possible, but at least that Mistress Fire had told her you would love it.
"How does it feel knowing you put that thing up your butt just to see my feet?" She asked, still with her huge grin. You focused on her. Your eyes traced up from her perfectly round heel, over her perfect arch, to the pads of her beautiful little toes. All being held together by a sheer, sexy, black nylon wrapper. You winced in pain as your cock throbbed in respect for Hayley's beautiful feet.
There was only one possible response you could think of. "May I please smell them, Mistress Hayley?"