More from Crissie

• Client Call – Learning to Reconnect

  August 9, 2026

  When Lucas called to play with Crissie, she discovered his frustrations at home, and instead of a jerk off session, she taught him how to reconnect with his wife. 

  This was Lucas’s first call. He had watched porn, he had been to strip clubs and masseuses, he tried to pleasure himself when his wife was distant and detached. As they aged together, they were often too busy or too tired to communicate and come together for intimacy. It had been months. Maybe even a year. 

  He felt that they had grown apart. Neither of them were making the effort after a long day at work and affection had left their marriage. No efforts were made to spend any time together. Stagnation had entered their daily life. 

  As a result of his frustration, Lucas said he turned to porn, just for a little excitement, and some release. The more he cummed, the calmer and happier he became. He tried to do little things for his wife to make her feel the tingling again. It wasn’t enough. Recently, he started giving her random shoulder rubs, hugs, little love taps on her ass.

  He lingered at the morning kiss, she was responding more and more. He brought home some gummies one Friday night, hoping she would agree to indulge and relax with him. She came out to the back yard, and sat next to him, and held his hand at the fire pit. They talked, they laughed. Then they kissed.

  Heavy petting started under the stars, fueled by the heat of the fire, Lucas felt his erection getting stronger and harder and decided to take the opportunity to scoop her up in his arms, bring her back inside and lay her on the bed. He started to undress her, feverishly, but with a gentle touch, kissing each part of her body as he took each layer away. He said she was naked, and wet, he couldn’t help but bury his face between her legs. 

  He hadn’t lost his touch, he brought her to the edge of rapture, then stood up and thrust himself into her. Slowly at first then, faster, deeper, he felt like a young stud again – and then, just as quickly as it had started, he cummed. He apologised breathlessly, leaving her to finger herself to climax as she pushed him off of her, disappointed.

  Lucas felt defeated. He loved his wife. That night was a reconnection he was excited about. But he was embarrassed, the ecstasy lasted a whole three minutes. He was steadfast in not wanting that little blue pill. He asked what he could do to prolong the love making he had been craving with his wife.

  When talking about desire, Lucas admitted that he did not know what fantasies his wife had, or what got her turned on. To help him continue to pleasure his wife, We started daily sessions where he jerked off to cum while listening to my phone sex stories. Walked about the next thing he would do next with his wife. Afterwards, he stroked himself while we discussed step by step what he would do next. 

  The half hour call always ended in Lucas excitedly stating that he “had to run” – he was ready and had to fuck her now. He is lasting longer each time. He calls twice a week. Each time, he is excited to report that him cumming first with me, then discussing what he would do to make his wife cumm on his dick works every time. He leaves me, hard and horny for her. 

  Lucas He seeks her out. He whispers in her ear how he needs to pleasure her. He starts by devouring her dripping pussy, she cumms so hard on his tongue and that is his cue to plunge his throbbing cock into her to fuck her until she cumms again. He’s lasting longer and longer, and his connection with his wife is getting better and better.

  Do you need some direction on how to reconnect with your partner? Crissie is always ready to talk about sharing it all with you.

  Until next time, darlings. Be good… or don’t.  Call Crissie 888-750-4746 X856

• Crissie Awakens his fetish

  July 18, 2026

  Crissie notices something different about the shoe salesman, and helps him realize his role as a foot slave.

  Tread carefully, if you want to tickle my fancy, tickle my toes.

  Elias had always considered himself a man of simple pleasures. A well-polished loafer, the satisfying click of a heel on a marble floor, the scent of fine leather – these were the small joys that punctuated his otherwise unremarkable life as a senior sales associate at “Sole Sanctuary.” Then, Crissie walked in, and the sanctuary became a temple, and Elias, unknowingly, its newest acolyte.

  She was a vision, statuesque and draped in a silk dress the color of a midnight sky. But it wasn’t her striking face or the effortless confidence in her stride that seized Elias’s attention; it was her feet. Encased in impossibly delicate, strappy sandals, they were exquisite – high arches, perfectly pedicured toes, and skin that gleamed even in the subdued lighting of the store. He felt a peculiar jolt, a warmth unfurling deep in his gut that had nothing to do with polite admiration.

  “I need something that commands attention, Mr…?” Her voice was a low purr, and her gaze, when it met his, was sharp, appraising.

  “Elias. And of course, Madam,” he stammered, feeling an unfamiliar heat creep up his neck. He tried to focus on the task, kneeling before her to measure her foot, his hands trembling slightly as he gently held her ankle. The scent of her perfume, mixed with something else – a subtle, musky sweetness from her skin – filled his senses. As his fingers brushed her instep, a spark, almost electric, shot through him. He found himself mesmerized by the delicate curve of her arch, the elegant taper of her toes. It was an intimacy he’d never before encountered, or desired.

  Crissie, however, noticed everything. Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile as she observed his prolonged gaze, the lingering touch. “You seem… quite taken with my feet, Elias.”

  He snapped his head up, mortified. “Oh, no, Madam! Just… ensuring a precise fit.”

  Her smile widened, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. “Indeed. Well, I’m rather particular about my feet. They are, after all, my most reliable companions.” She leaned back in the plush armchair, crossing one leg over the other, deliberately exposing the arch of her foot, the perfectly painted toes. “Perhaps… you’d like a closer inspection?”

  Elias swallowed hard. The air in the store seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. He felt a primal urge to obey, a magnetic pull he couldn’t articulate or resist. Hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers brushing the smooth skin of her heel.

  “No, Elias,” she corrected, her voice now a silken command. “Not with your hands. Show them the reverence they deserve.”

  His heart hammered against his ribs. Reverence? A slow, undeniable understanding dawned on him. This wasn’t about selling shoes anymore. This was about… something else entirely. He looked up at her, his eyes wide and questioning.

  Crissie’s gaze was unwavering, an invitation and a challenge. “Open your mouth, Elias.”

  The command hung in the air, absolute and irresistible. Without conscious thought, his lips parted. A shiver coursed through him, a mixture of terror and an exhilarating anticipation. This was it. The precipice. He was about to step off into a world he never knew existed, led by the woman whose feet had already claimed a piece of his soul. He was ready to learn how to be a good foot slave, and in the deep recesses of his being, he knew he was more than ready to worship.

  Are you anxious to bury your face deep inside my boots? Does the site of my toes make your mouth water? It’s time for you to call for some foot fetish phone sex with crissie.

  Until next time, darlings. Be good… or don’t. Mommy is always ready to talk about sharing it all with you.

  Crissie 888-750-4746 X856