Kneel for Harper 800 601 7259Sometimes I’m in the mood for a little indulgence.

And today feels like an indulgent sort of a day! I think it’s time for you to learn exactly how to pamper my legs and feet. I’m sure you think you know what you’re doing; maybe you’ve been a foot worshiper for a long time now, and you’ve knelt in front of strong women before, and brought a nice throaty groan from them with your efforts. Well, as they say: “there’s always room for improvement”.

If you think you’ve reached the pinnacle of skill in any field, you are doomed to mediocrity.

Darling, I never settle for mediocrity. It is only when you recognize the cold hard fact that there is an infinite potential for improving on your skills that you make room for that improvement. If you’re convinced you’re the bee’s knees, the apex of manhood, the super foot worshiping savant of my dreams, then you’re delusional. You can get better, you should work to improve your skills (and therefore your value to me), and you really do need to sit down, shut up and learn.

If I entrust my legs and feet to you, I expect you to take perfect care of me.

Start by removing my nail polish. I prefer the Zoya nail polish remover, it works very well and doesn’t dry out my cuticles. Next I expect you to have a lovely hot foot bath ready for me. I like the sort with massaging action and bubbles. Use a sugar scrub on my legs and feet, and take your time. No gloves, because I prefer skin on skin; the flat of each fingertip, the pad, is what you should place pressure with, not the tip where your nail is (I hate being scratched.) I expect you to help me shave my legs, and to follow that up with some nice soothing lotion.

I want you to take your time worshiping my body.

Don’t you dare rush, because if you think my body isn’t worthy of lingering over, then you don’t get to have access to my body. Go slow, be thorough, and fucking worship me. Oh, did you think you were done? That taking off polish, scrubbing and shaving was all I demand of you? You are so wrong. But just to teach you the value of patience, I’ll tell you the rest of how to worship my legs later.

xoxo, Harper