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My, my. You all do read my posts with such longing attention! I’ve had a few of you ask recently about whether indeed that shoe (mentioned in my very last post) does ever fall from my tempting toes. In fact, thanks to B.K. for being the first to ask me about it during one of my trademark intelligent phone sex sessions—and hello, cutie!

Speaking of hellos, you all have been so terribly delighted to have me back from my December vacation that I’ve been quite charmed by the attention, far and above even your usual adoration. The yearning tones of voice, the longing e-mails—they all just go to show how very hard (mmm) you find me to replace, don’t they? So indeed, in response to that general sweetness from you (and also just because I enjoy being generous in doling out certain morsels of information!), I offer an answer to that question. And that is…”on occasion.”

Well, really now, what else were you expecting? A Mistress so expert at teasing and denial is rarely going to give you a straightforward answer, silly dears. Though I will give you a few more details here, to fire your imaginations further!

You see, that wickedly sexy sandal only ever falls from my toes when there is a waiting, supplicant hand ready to catch it. The trick is, that hand must be ready at all times, because there’s simply no telling when that shoe (or for that matter, my whim) will fall!

So, are you a boy or girlie who begs to be allowed to be the one who awaits that falling shoe, who commits him- or herself to be alert for its slide off my perfectly painted toes and finally into your sweating palm? Ah, but you must realize that the shoe may take hours, even days to finally fall. And if I should notice you failing to concentrate before then…well, perhaps I’ll just get up and walk away ever so gracefully on those stiletto heels, leaving you high and…in a lather (no, never dry…not with me)! In other words, only my serious foot-worship fans need apply.

Yes, it may be true that into every life a little rain must fall (or snow, for this holiday season!). But nevertheless, not into every palm must one of my spike-heeled sandals fall. Oh no, not nearly. Yet that just makes it all the more special to even have the privilege of waiting, of watching, of gazing upon my perfect legs while you wait…hm?

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