Ch 11: Welcome in Paris
After many hours of flight, finally the plane began to land and, as the wheels touched the ground and the brakes were working at the most, I put better my back on my seat and I thought about how I had been stupid, at the beginning, to think that at the end of the flight I would have been relaxed and fresh as a rose thanks to those soft seats. I was sitting back in my place only from a few minutes, after being on my knees for at least three hours massaging the feet of my aunt who was enjoying the journey, relaxed, drinking champagne and watching the movie. The hostess had passed close to us several times but seemed to have got used to the odd couple of passengers and she had continued to do her work without hesitation. Aunt Emma, whenever it was possible, put her feet in my face and she played with me, enjoying my passionate kisses on her soles. When the plane stopped, I got up with disappointment...I would have gladly sat for at least another ten minutes to get some rest. We had just arrived in Paris and I had already realized that for me it would not have been an holiday but a week of hard work. After all I was a slave and I was there only to serve my Mistress and make those days the most wonderful possible for my beautiful aunt.
There was very very hot, the temperature was in fact 37 °C and as soon as I stepped off the plane I began to sweat profusely and, hoping that there would not have been for all week that muggy which made so difficult to breath, I laid my foot on French soil for the first time. From the airport "Charles de Gaulle" we headed towards the center of the French capital with a taxi and while the car moved with difficulty between the Parisian traffic, I was trying to see the Eiffel Tower.
- You can not see it from here, silly - told me my aunt who, once again, seemed to read my mind.
Resigned to have to wait to see the national symbol of France, once so hated by the French because it was considered an gash to the city, I had to settle for watching from the car window the Stade de France which host matches of the French national football team.
"Who knows, maybe one day, me too, I will be able to play in a stadium like that" I thought, daydreaming to lead the national team of my country to victory and raise to heaven the world cup. Women's football was certainly not followed as that of men but I hoped that in future the movement would make further progress and, perhaps, even women who practiced this sport might have become as much famous as the men. If I could not be an actress, maybe I could become famous as a footballer player and then even my mother would have been proud of me.
Our luxury hotel was at Place de la Republique located between the 3rd, 10th and 11th arrondissement. When I walked into our luxurious suite, I was so excited that I ran across the room and I threw myself heavily on the majestic bed that was incredibly comfortable. Then I heard a cough and I realized that my aunt was drawing my attention. I looked into her eyes, still lying on the bed that surely we would have shared that night, since there was no other bed and I hoped that I would not have had to spend the night on the couch that anyway looked very comfortable.
- Is this the way to behave? - said my aunt irritated, then snapping her fingers she added - Here, on your knees -
I got up quickly from the bed, I walked to my aunt and I bowed at her feet.
- Sorry Madame - I said with a small voice, looking humbly on the floor.
- When we are alone you shall always be on your knees in my presence, unless I do not order you differently. Do you understand slave? - she said, putting a foot on my head and crushing my face against the floor.
- Yes Madame. Please forgive your slave for being so stupid and not giving you the respect you deserve - I said, begging my Mistress.
Aunt Emma took away her foot from my head and knowing that I had been forgiven, I began to kiss frantically her feet, thanking her. My Mistress went over to the bed and when she sat down, she again snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. I crawled over to her and when I was just a few centimeters, my aunt said:
- Take off my shoes and lick my feet. With this heat I sweated a lot -
The chance to savor her foot sweat and her authoritative tone were turning me on and no more wondering why excite me so much to be humiliated, I carefully took off the shoes from beautiful feet of my aunt and I began to sniff loudly her fantastic footscent, rubbing her feet all along my face which was immediately covered by her foot sweat.
- I said, lick! - my aunt said, giving me a slight kick in the face.
I hurried to stick out my tongue and I began to lick lher soft soles like a dog, with long, fast licks from her heel all the way up to her toes, trying to remove every last drop of sweat. I licked faster and faster, devoting more attention to her heels that seemed the most difficult part to be "clean." After a few minutes my aunt lay on the bed on her belly and, relaxed, she closed her eyes while her slave continued to lick devotedly her feet. In that position it was much easier for me to lick her soles, and so I continued my work, alternating long lapped and affectionate kisses. Obviously her toes were not neglected by me, and when I licked in the middle of them I had to stop myself from moaning with pleasure, more and more excited by the wonderful taste that in that part of the foot was much more intense.
My aunt must have fallen asleep so I decided to risk and with her toes still in my mouth, I began to masturbate furiously. I was so excited that I came after a few seconds and, having satisfied my needs, I continued my work with greater attention and I continued to lick her feet with no intention to stop. I licked the feet of my aunt for nearly two hours and when she woke up, she was pleasantly surprised to find her slave still at work. Only when my Mistress gave me the order to stop, my tongue went back into my mouth.
- Go to prepare a hot bath - my aunt said at one point.
Not knowing what to do I decided to crawl to the bathroom making my aunt burst out laughing. My jaw dropped when I saw how big was that bathroom, so great that the bathtub could be easily defined as a small pool. Fortunately, despite its size, the bathtub was filled quickly and I poured inside the oils that I had found in the bathroom. After checking for a last time the water temperature, I returned to my aunt and said:
- Your hot bath is ready, Madame -
Aunt Emma got out of bed and motioned me to follow her into the bathroom. My pussy was again on fire because I would have had the honor to see the naked body of my aunt. My mouth was already watering when I walked into the bathroom and saw my aunt take off her clothes slowly, as if she was doing a little striptease for me. Aunt Emma had remained only in bra and panties when she suddenly said:
- Eyes down - and then to make sure that I did not peek at her, she put a foot on my head and forced me to keep my face on the floor as she took off her bra.
When she took off her panties she lifted her foot from my head but only after hearing the sound of water I looked up. My aunt was relaxed in the bathtub, her magnificent body hidden by soap bubbles. She had to understand my disappointment because she chuckled and said:
- Would you like to see me naked, don't you, my little slave? -
- Yes Madame - I answered embarrassed.
- You're a naughty girl, you know it? Craving in this way your own aunt... - she said, then slyly, she put a hand to her breast that I could not see and she added:
- Would you like to see my breasts? Do you want to touch it, don't you? Do you want to suck my tit just as an infant? -
- Yes Madame - I whispered, more and more wet.
My aunt smiled at my answer, and she slid her hand between her legs.
- Would you like to have what's here? Would you like to put your head between my legs and tuck your little tongue in the most sacred place of your Mistress, don't you?
- Yes Madame - I said once again, my heart was pounding and my breath was tiring.
- What would you do just to have this honor? -
- Anything Madame, anything you ask me, you who are like a goddess to me, you who are my Mistress - I said almost begging.
My aunt looked at me so intensely with her beautiful green eyes as if she was trying to see inside me. Realizing that I was really sincere and that I really would have done anything for her, she smiled and lifting her feet from the water she said:
- Good slave, but for now just massage my feet -
Once again I found myself to pamper those soft feet while my aunt was relaxing and let slip away all the fatigue of travel. For a moment I was a bit jealous, I also would have wanted to take a bath and wash away the sweat from my skin but then I remembered what was my role and I focused again on the feet of my aunt.