Speaking of anklets i was reminded of a co-worker i had about 10 years ago named Karen. She was a cute, short-haired blond with long legs who had no problem getting my attention on any day. However one particularly hot summer day She arrived at work in cute denim shorts and, what caught my gaze almost instantly, a delicate gold anklet on Her right leg. It nearly took my breath away so that even 10 years on i remember that day almost photographically. Just the site of that little chain hanging around Her beautiful, delicate ankle stirred up the some of the deepest submissive feelings i have ever had. i found myself taking furtive glances down towards Her foot all day long. Towards the end of the day we were working together sitting side by side and i think i spent the whole time staring down at her foot as She crossed Her legs and dangled it almost in front of me. i have no idea if She was doing this on purpose or had any insight into just what a profound effect She was having on me but it was all i could do to avert my gaze.
Anklets are amazing things.
They draw a males gaze down the length of a Woman's leg towards Her foot, forcing him to almost unconsciously bow his head in deference to Her. i think that if Karen had asked me to drop to my knees right there and kiss Her foot i would have had my lips upon Her before She had even finished Her request.
Sigh...
P.S. the blond in the photo i chose to illustrate the ball busting article below is an almost doppelgänger version of Karen. i think that's one reason i like that particular image so much.
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