Tonight I have been thinking about how a lee has the misguided notion that she/he can actually be in control of their feet when a ler is around. I can be sitting with shoes and socks on in the presence of ther ler and already that ler has the feet laid bare and has plans for them. I may sense the ler's intention and feel that I am protected by the shoe and sock but once those eyes latch onto my fully shod foot, I can feel my sole tingling and my feet and toes flex involuntarily. I can get a raw thrill and I find it almost impossible not to flaunt the foot in front of the ler. In fact, a ler could probably get me to take off those shoes and socks without saying a word if he just had the right look. I say in my mind that it is my choice to take off the shoe and sock and bare it before the ler, but the sensations in my body that command it come from those eyes on my feet.
So imagine the feeling I have as a walk around in flip flops for the summer with the toes, the sides and the back of the heel exposed. When I walk, the flip flop drops down exposing the bare sole and arch with every step. I feel that I have adequate protection until I see a ler study those toes and lick his lips or carefully watch me take a step so he can gaze at my exposed arch.
I get that helpless feeling in the pit of my stomach knowing that there is nothing hidden from that ler and that he is making plans for every part of that foot in his mind and it is delicious. I have no control and when he commands me to lay down so he can tie my ankles and peel off my footwear i am helpless to resisit.
I await the first stoke of his finger on my bare soles and know that I will never be in control again. And I love it......
So imagine the feeling I have as a walk around in flip flops for the summer with the toes, the sides and the back of the heel exposed. When I walk, the flip flop drops down exposing the bare sole and arch with every step. I feel that I have adequate protection until I see a ler study those toes and lick his lips or carefully watch me take a step so he can gaze at my exposed arch.
I get that helpless feeling in the pit of my stomach knowing that there is nothing hidden from that ler and that he is making plans for every part of that foot in his mind and it is delicious. I have no control and when he commands me to lay down so he can tie my ankles and peel off my footwear i am helpless to resisit.
I await the first stoke of his finger on my bare soles and know that I will never be in control again. And I love it......