Dominatrix Fantasy: A Parisian Equestrian’s Journey (3)

Dominatrix Fantasy: A Parisian Equestrian’s Journey (2)

That evening, Richard wanted to do things right before visiting the marvelous Dominatrix Goddess. He ironed his only suit before putting it on. Before that, he had, of course, taken a meticulous shower and shaved closely. Then, he went out to buy a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne, which he carefully kept cool until it was time to leave.

He left early because he wanted to ensure he wouldn’t be late. Who knows what could happen on a simple journey these days? Anything could occur, a storm, a car accident, a traffic jam. There was no question of taking the slightest risk. In fact, he was a bit anxious. Excited too, of course. How could he not be?

This Dominatrix Goddess was so beautiful, so elegant, so self-assured. He wanted to give her everything. In truth, he wanted to give himself to her. This meeting was like a dream for Richard. His whole life, he had fantasized about such a woman, and now here she was, presenting herself to him, lowering her gaze toward him when she could have completely ignored him or even disdained him. But no. Not Madame Angélique. She wasn’t like the other women he encountered in his work, those who acted as if he didn’t exist. For Angélique, he existed, and that was already a lot for Richard.

Evening of Submission: Richard’s Devotion to the Dominatrix Angélique

It’s 7:27 p.m. when he arrives at the building where Angélique lives.

“Well,” he says to himself, “I’m not late.”

But there’s no question of arriving early either. So, he decides to wait across the street.

“What will she do to me?” he wonders, checking the time.

After the events of that day, Richard has all sorts of thoughts swirling in his head. Angélique had taken control of him, and he had loved it. But what had she felt?

It’s while checking his watch for the fifth time that Richard realizes with horror that it’s 7:35 p.m., confirming that time is relative. This waiting is already torture for him. So, he thinks of only one thing: seeing her again as soon as possible.

He decides to walk a bit to ease the tension and try to relax. It’s not practical to stroll with a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne in hand. But it’s still better than standing in front of the door like an idiot. While passing a shop window, Richard sees what he looks like in his old suit, holding his bottle and roses. It’s in moments like these that one realizes the need for a large mirror at home to assess one’s appearance before going out. Richard doesn’t have such a mirror and is horrified to see that his old suit doesn’t flatter him at all. He looks at himself, dejected, in the window.

“I look like a hick,” he says aloud, making passersby who overhear him smile.

Rushing to Reverence: Richard’s Arrival at Angélique’s Domain

Unable to bury his face in his hands, he simply lets his head drop forward and lets out a long sigh. Then he realizes it’s been a while since he checked the time. It’s 7:52 p.m. on his watch, and in a panic, he starts running toward Angélique’s building entrance. It would be the height of irony to arrive late.

“Goddamn, goddamn,” he says while running.

Finally, he arrives a few minutes before the crucial time, a bit out of breath but relieved.

Angélique is at home. She’s wearing a short evening dress, stockings, and patent leather stilettos with high heels. When the intercom buzzes, she’s finishing her makeup. She glances at her watch. It’s 8:00 p.m. She smiles and heads to the intercom, which she picks up.

“Yes? … Fifth floor, on the right,” she says.

She hangs up the intercom, slightly opens the door, and returns to the bathroom to put on perfume.

Richard arrives and knocks softly on the door. Angélique emerges from the bathroom.

“Come in, Richard,” she says.

Richard enters the apartment as if it were a sacred place. He takes care to close the door behind him and stands before Angélique with his bottle and flowers. He can’t hide how impressed he is by Angélique’s outfit. She observes him and bursts into laughter.

“My God, Richard,” she says, laughing, “what is this getup?”

Stripped of Shame: Richard’s Submission to Angélique’s Command

Ashamed, Richard lowers his eyes to look at himself.

“I’m sorry, Madame,” he says. “It’s the only suit I have.”

“But really, Richard, it’s clear this suit is fit for the trash,” she says. “What an idea to wear this old suit. You don’t need to be in a suit. Just try not to look ridiculous, Richard.”

“Yes, Madame,” Richard says, still ashamed. “I apologize.”

“Fine,” says Angélique. “We’ll deal with that another day. Anyway, I want you completely naked.”

“Yes, Madame,” says Richard.

Richard hands the bouquet of roses to Angélique. She smiles as she takes it.

“That’s sweet, Richard,” she says. “They’re very beautiful. You can put the bottle in the fridge in the kitchen.”

Angélique points the way and places the flowers on the living room table while Richard stores the bottle. He returns quickly and begins to undress. Angélique watches the process closely with a slight smile.

Soon, Richard is naked in front of Angélique. He can’t help but hide his excitement and doesn’t dare look at her.

“Richard?” she says.

“Yes, Madame?” he replies, lifting his eyes to her.

“Why are you still standing?”

“Uh…”

At the Mercy of the Dominatrix: Richard’s Duty to Angélique’s Shoes

Richard quickly kneels, staring at Angélique’s feet. He sees her moving and walking behind him. The clicking of her heels sounds like a symphony to his ears. He feels Angélique’s sole on his back, her stiletto heel on his skin. She pushes him forward.

“On all fours, Richard,” she says.

Richard places his hands on the floor and gets on all fours. She walks back in front of him, brushing his body with her stockinged legs as she passes, making him shiver with excitement. She continues toward the bedroom, then stops. Richard doesn’t move.

“At my feet!” she orders.

Richard hurries on all fours toward Angélique, who resumes walking to the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom, Richard looks around and notices the decor is like the rest of the apartment—modern and airy. He spots the large wardrobe and the big mirror and thinks that’s the kind of mirror he should get to avoid leaving home looking like a hick. Angélique opens the wardrobe doors, revealing a well-stocked dressing area, particularly with shoes, boots, ankle boots, and thigh-highs. Richard also notices a box on the floor.

“Well, Richard,” says Angélique. “Tonight, you’re going to be useful and take pleasure in it. I’m entrusting you with my shoes. You’ll clean them, polish them, and give them the shine befitting a woman like me.”

“Yes, Madame,” says Richard, looking at the large number of shoes in the dressing area.

“You’ll find in this box…”

Tasked and Tested: Richard’s Devotion Under Angélique’s Command

Angélique points to the box on the floor.

“There is everything you need here to do a good job.”

Richard opens the box and finds polish, brushes, and cloths.

“Very well, Madame,” he says.

Angélique approaches Richard, her legs inches from his face.

“Doesn’t this please you?” she asks sharply.

“Yes, Madame,” Richard quickly replies. “Thank you for this honor, Madame.”

Angélique observes him for a moment. Richard, eyes fixed on the floor, can feel her stern gaze on him. He doesn’t dare make a sound. He wants to be there.

“Good,” she says. “I have to go out tonight. So, I’m leaving you here, and I expect everything to be done by the time I return.”

“Yes, Madame,” says Richard, shocked to learn he’ll be alone.

Angélique takes a coat and leather gloves from the wardrobe. She stands in front of the mirror to check her appearance and puts on the gloves.

“Start by licking the shoes I’m wearing,” she says. “And be careful to limit the licking to the leather of my shoes and nothing else.”

“Yes, Madame,” says Richard, rushing to her feet and carefully licking the leather.

Angélique watches the scene in the mirror with a smile. After putting on her gloves, she slips on her coat and looks at herself in the mirror.

“How do I look, Richard?” she asks.

Richard stops licking and looks at her in the mirror.

“Don’t stop licking, Richard,” she says. “I’ll be late because of you.”

“Sorry, Madame,” says Richard, resuming the licking. “You look magnificent, Madame.”

“Thank you, Richard,” she says. “Good. That’s enough. I have to go.”

Under Surveillance: Richard’s Dedication to Angélique’s Demands

She heads to the bedroom door, stops, and turns to Richard.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” she says. “I’ve set up a camera to film you.”

She shows her smartphone.

“I can monitor your work at any time,” she says. “Plus, everything is recorded. You understand, Richard?”

“Yes, Madame,” he replies.

“And of course,” she continues, “no funny business. Keep your privates in check.”

“Of course, Madame,” he says.

“I’m off. See you later,” she says, leaving.

“Have a good evening, Madame,” he says, feeling sheepish.

He hears Angélique close the door behind her. Then, he looks at the pile of shoes, sighs, and pulls himself together, thinking of the camera filming him. He figures the evening will be long. Fortunately, the apartment is well-heated. Richard notices his arousal has subsided. He selects a first pair of shoes and begins the task.

A few hours later, Angélique returns home. She heads to the bedroom after removing her coat and finds Richard licking one of her leather boots.

“Richard, I hope you haven’t only cleaned my boots.”

Richard stops and takes a moment to speak, as his tongue is swollen from the intensive licking.

“No, Madame, I’ve done all the shoes.”

“Hmm, all the shoes in so little time? I’ll have to check your work.”

“Yes, Madame.”

“Good. For now, let’s take a break. Follow me.”

Richard starts to stand.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh… I’m standing to follow you, Madame.”

“Stay on all fours, Richard.”

“Yes, Madame.”

Serving the Dominatrix: Richard as Angélique’s Human Footrest

Richard gets on all fours and follows Angélique to the living room. Angélique settles comfortably on her couch and grabs her tablet. Richard stays a few feet away, seeming restless. Angélique looks at him.

“Well, Richard? At my feet.”

“Madame?”

“Yes?”

“May I use the bathroom?”

Richard is struggling to hold it in. Angélique looks at him, smiling. She hadn’t thought of this and hadn’t given any instructions. She smiles, seeing that Richard chose to hold it in.

“Can’t you hold it?” Angélique asks with a teasing smile.

“It’s getting difficult, Madame.”

“Go ahead, Richard. You’re making me feel sorry for you.”

He turns quickly but stops, unsure where to go.

“End of the hallway, on the left,” says Angélique, laughing.

Richard hurries on all fours down the hallway. Meanwhile, Angélique reviews the webcam recording she set up in her bedroom. She watches the video in fast-forward.

Richard reappears, relieved and still on all fours. He approaches Angélique’s legs.

“Position yourself on the side so I can rest my legs on you.”

He gets on all fours in front of Angélique, offering his back for her to rest her legs on. She places her left leg on his back and the tip of her right heel on his buttock, pressing lightly. Richard feels the stiletto heel digging into his flesh.

“I’m reviewing your performance, Richard.”

“Yes, Madame. I hope you’re satisfied.”

Confessions of Devotion: Richard’s Heartfelt Submission to Angélique

Angélique plays with her heel on Richard’s buttock.

“You’ve done well.”

“Thank you, Madame.”

Angélique removes her feet and sets her tablet aside.

“Richard,” she says. “Kneel in front of me. We need to talk.”

He obeys and finds himself facing her. However, he can’t help but lower his eyes.

“Look at me,” she says gently.

He raises his eyes to her.

“What do you feel?”

“What I feel for you, Madame?”

“Yes, but not only that. Tell me what you feel when you submit to me.”

Richard seems to hesitate.

“There’s no wrong answer, Richard.”

“Well,” he says, “I have strong feelings for you, Madame.”

“Feelings of love?”

“Yes. I love you. I think about you all the time. I only want one thing: to spend time with you.”

“And submission?”

“It came naturally with you, Madame… I’ve had these fantasies for a long time, and as you know, I’m also a fetishist. But you’re the first woman with whom submission feels natural. I feel like myself with you, Madame.”

“I appreciate your honesty, Richard, and I can only note the sincerity in your submission… This is all new to me. But like for you, it feels natural.”

“I’m glad, Madame.”

“But you must be aware that what I feel for you isn’t love. I don’t want to mislead you. We won’t be a couple.”

“I understand, Madame.”

“So, tell me what you hope for.”

Bound by Desire: Richard’s Total Surrender to Angélique’s Will

Richard reflects.

“I hope to have your permission to love you madly, Madame. I dream of the privilege of worshiping you, serving you, being entirely at your disposal… belonging to you, Madame.”

“Without asking for anything in return?”

“I only wish to satisfy you, Madame.”

“Even if it’s not love, I feel something for you, Richard… I want you to obey me, worship me endure my moods and my desires to mistreat you. I want to train you, chain you, lock you up, control you.”

“That’s all I ask, Madame.”

“I believe you, Richard…”

Angélique approaches Richard and gently places her hand on his cheek. Her face is close to his, and she looks into his eyes.

“I’ll sometimes be merciless, sometimes gentle… And you’ll have to worship me all the time… I want to be your obsession, the one without whom life has no meaning. I want your unconditional love, your total devotion…”

“I love you, Madame.”

Angélique brings her face closer and kisses Richard, who can’t hold back a moan of pleasure. Then she slides her hand into his hair and gently pulls his head downward.