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As I lay prone at her feet, I marveled at how delicate and beautiful the feet of my Lady President looked. These indeed were the feet of the purest royalty, the perfection of dominance. I tentatively placed a gentle kiss on each, overwhelmed by emotion as I thought of how privileged I was to be given this honor, a daily hour of reverent devotion to the most perfect feet in the land.

After her workout, I am called to her private gym quarters to tend to her tired sweaty feet. I can see the sheen of sweat coating her feet after a hard workout on the treadmill. I kneel and begin my duty of cleaning her feet with my tongue, filling my nostrils with her scent. As her dedicated footsie, it is my privilege to honor her this way.