Nylon foot licker Nik is visiting me in Willich today. The masked slave brings me a small but nice gift (I won't reveal what it is) and is allowed to kneel in front of me. While I sit elegantly dressed on a bar stool with mocha-colored seamed nylons on my legs, Nik is allowed to smell my feet. I press my nylon soles into his face and onto his head, and his back is my footstool. When he tries to lick my toes, I press my feet firmly into his mouth.
