A Foot Fetish Fantasy: Massaging My Dominant Secretary’s Feet
I must go today to the home of my dominatrix secretary. I have no other information. So, it’s with a slight anxiety that I head to her place.
She welcomes me quite warmly. She’s as stunning as ever. I instantly notice her heels of the day and her short skirt that reveals her magnificent legs. She’s also wearing a jacket that hints at her small chest. I think she might not even be wearing a bra.
After having coffee together, her tone suddenly changes.
- “The bathroom is at the end of the hallway. Go there, strip completely, and come back here on all fours!”
My blood races. I’m truly living a waking dream.
Immediately, I comply and return crawling, like the dog I’m becoming for her.
I’m now kneeling beside her. She surprises me again by pulling out a collar and a leash.
- “Come here!” she says.
She puts the collar on me and attaches the leash.
- “Let’s take a walk in the garden, my good little dog!” she exclaims as if my place has always been here.
We wander outside. Fortunately, the garden has no overlooking neighbors. She plays with me for about half an hour. She throws a ball that I have to fetch. I also have to sit up pretty, and so on.
Finally, with a mocking little laugh, she says:
- “My good little dog must need to do his business before we go back inside, right?”
So there I am, relieving myself in the middle of a flower bed. I truly feel in my place.
Dominatrix Secretary: Heels of Control
We’re back inside.
- “My pretty heels are dirty now after our little outing. Guess who’s going to take care of it?” she says, clearly growing more intoxicated by the situation we’re in.
I approach and start licking the dirt off her heels.
I can no longer hold back my erection. Seminal fluid is dripping heavily now.
- “You like what you’re experiencing, don’t you?” she says, watching this spectacle.
- “Yes, Madame,” I reply in a trance, unsure of what else to say.
Once the cleaning is done, she removes her shoes. I’m very close to ejaculating. It’s pure torment.
- “Lick my feet while you masturbate!” she orders sharply.
I obey immediately and diligently explore every inch of this gift she’s giving me. Minutes pass. I warn her that I won’t be able to hold out much longer.
- “You’ll come when I give you permission!” she suddenly shouts.
This surge of authority calms my urges somewhat.
My Mistress of the cage
After about fifteen minutes, she puts an end to my “ordeal.”
- “When I snap my fingers, you have one second,” she says, completely reveling in the power she has over me.
She snaps her fingers. I release a huge amount of semen onto her divine feet. I collapse a little afterward.
- “Very good, my little dog. I’m proud of you,” she says, petting my head.
This moment is so magical. But she quickly snaps me out of this comfort.
- “Now clean up your mess with your tongue!” she says coldly, yet with kindness.
I lick my still-warm semen off the feet of my divine dominatrix secretary until there’s nothing left.
- “Follow me to the bedroom now, still on all fours!”
We reach her marital bed. I don’t know it yet, but I’ll have plenty of time to study this bed in every detail.
Then, I see several items on the nightstand: massage oil, but more importantly, a small black box.
- “Open it!” she says enthusiastically.
It’s a chastity cage. My member twitches again, though still numb from its earlier feat. I now have the cage on. With a click, she locks it.
- “Good,” she says, ever confident. “On your knees now!”
Dominatrix Secretary: Bound by Desire
I’m right at the level of her sex. She starts undressing in front of me. My member, once again, stirs and presses futilely against the cage’s walls. It’s painful. It creates intensely conflicting sensations, with the sight of my dominatrix secretary stripping before me.
Once fully naked, she points to her sex:
- “Lick! I want an orgasm worthy of the name!”
I comply and let my tongue explore every corner of her intimacy. Minutes pass, and it seems my efforts satisfy her. She grabs my head and uses it like a sex toy.
She eventually releases me, turns around, and lets me admire her anus.
- “Lick it thoroughly, go on!” she says, breathless.
I continue my work.
Finally, she lies on the bed.
- “Finish what you started, slave!”
I apply myself fully, and after a few minutes, she reaches her orgasm, moaning in ecstasy. She clamps my head between her thighs. My face is covered in her fluids. I glance at my member. It’s engorged with blood again but completely confined in its cage.
My Mistress of Restraint
The immense privilege of giving her a full massage
Once she’s recovered, she lies face down on her marital bed. I’m to give her a full massage to cap off this afternoon. Being able to touch her entire body like this is an immense privilege.
Before I leave, she orders me to keep the cage on.
- “You know I’m on vacation for the next two weeks,” she says, making me swallow hard with a mix of anxiety and excitement.
- “You’ll stay chaste until our next meeting. I want you in a state of total arousal and frustration, got it?”
- “Yes, Madame,” I say, unsure of myself.
- “It’s Mistress from now on. We’ve crossed a threshold, don’t you think?”
And still, that seminal fluid keeps dripping endlessly.
To be continued…
