Blundering Dommes Proposal

"Do you want to fuck?"

"Where's the catch?" There had to be. It wasn't believeable that my humiliatrix would want to have sex with me.

"Like I would tell you. Do you want to?"

"Of course."

Becky had been sitting comfortably in an armchair for a while already. After our brief conversation she remained so for a few moments which, of course, seemed to last close to forever before lifting her hand and drawing a few circles with her finger.

It was a signal for me to take off my clothes. So I stood up and shortly after I had nothing on.

Being pointed to stand in front of her, still far enough, I watched Becky undressing herself. One by one the pieces of her clothing were put aside, more and more of her skin was bared. She did it without any emotion, as usual. Had I ever seen her undress elsewise? Not a single instance came to my mind. Her goal was to get rid of clothes, not to tease me.

This time, however, I almost wished she'd step out of her usual role. It seemed as Becky was going to make it a passionless experience. Most likely she'd sit on top of me and take care of her own satisfaction leaving me the role of being her sex doll or she might just lie on her back and stare at the ceiling.

Having lost the panties and being butt-naked she sat herself comfortably down again. Her legs parted allowing fingers to find their way inbetween. I barely breathed watching her. It wasn't the first time seeing her naked, far from it, but it was first time she played with herself in my plain sight; usually I was the one having my fingers wrapped around my member and moving my hand under her gaze. Finally she took her hand away and remained leaning back, legs spread.

"I'm ready now."

Ready? How nicely did it sound. Much nicer than what was to follow: "Go and fetch my shoe!"

Well, I surely did like her shoes, both on and off her feet. Any other time it would have been wonderful to have her footwear involved. Now, however, I already had my mindset on "do you want to fuck?" and instead of inviting me closer, she made me fetch her shoe. Something seemed to be off.

Wasn't it silly to actually hope for having an intercourse with Becky...?

Deeply in heavy brainwork I was back with her piece of footwear and knelt down. I realised that before I had been standing in front of her, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Well, what do you think you are supposed to do with it?"

What was I supposed to do with it? Of course, there was the catch! She had only asked about fucking, not about fucking her. What I was supposed to do seemed so obvious that I didn't even care saying it out loud, instead I decided show her. So I held her shoe in front of me and with a shaky hand I guided my dick in.

"I didn't actually have that in my mind."

Maybe I should have answered her instead of showing after all...

"What then?"

"Doesn't matter anymore. Now that you're on it, keep going, pervert!"

What had she had in her mind? What else could the shoe be used for? Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore. There I was, on my knees before her, getting off with a piece of her footwear.

Not that I hadn't done it before. Not only I knew pretty well the smell and the taste of her shoes, I also knew how it felt to have my dick inside. How it felt to push so far that the dickhead is pressed against a toebox and a heel collar playing against my balls while moving it back and forth. Not only the shoes, of course. Her socks and panties had both been wrapped around my penis. Except, this time it was before her, in her presence, under her glance.

Paying extra attention to her items had in the beginning been exciting, as the time had passed the excitement had faded. After all, most of the enjoyment was in the fact that those were Becky's as well as those had been worn by her, not the pieces of clothing themselves. It had become more and more just a routine to smell or kiss them quickly. Now, in front of her, it was different as she was actually involved. True, only as an onlooker, but the lack of active participation from her side actually made it more humiliating and therefore more fun.

I could have finished myself off pretty quickly. In fact, at the beginning it would have taken only a few harder thrusts, but I wanted to keep it going, to enjoy evertything she does or says. There was even a hope that the whole scene might still change...

So I kept myself back a little. I didn't even have to worry about losing some of the hardness as Becky wouldn't be able to see it anyway inside her shoe and it would only take two or three harder thrusts to get me close to cumming. Moreover, it wouldn't make any difference anyway -- should I be soft, I'd be mocked because of being soft, should I be hard, I'd be laughed at for being hard while performing this rather demeaning act.

How would I look like performing so before her anyway...? My brief thoughts were interrupted as she giggled: "Now I know what you did last time!"

Last time... last time she had taken me to her place shortly before one of her female friends appeared at her door, after which I was being put in her closet and told to be quiet. Although the floor-to-ceiling closet contained her shoes as well, I hadn't done anything like that. Instead, when I knew it was safe I had peeked out and seen that her friend hade come with high heels. Whatever had happened, no, I had not had my dick inside anything. Before I had a chance to say anything she signalled me to come closer and told lie down.

I did as she instructed -- got myself closer to her seat and down on my back. It wasn't the most gracious or smoothly carried out act as one of my hands still held the shoe in its place.

She lowered herself down and made herself comfortable on my thigh. "I hope you like girl on top."

Keeping my head up from the floor I looked at that girl. Her body was so tempting and her attitude even more. I had almost let go of her piece of footwear when she took hold on my wrists and guided my other hand to her shoe as well.

There I was again, both hands again on Becky's shoe and my dick still inside it. With a devilish smile on her face she pushed my hands down a few times.

My head fell back and hands started to work. Now there was less room to move the shoe than it had been only a minute ago. Even more, Becky's fingers had left my wrists and were now wandering over my other thigh, hips and nipples. I wished I could give her hands full access everywhere they were attempting to roam, but the task in my hand didn't allow it. It was almost as if I my arms would protect me from her insistent naughty invasions and the back of my hand trying to keep her crotch away. As if: "Would you leave me alone, I just want to have fun my own way..."

Eventually I was not left on my own, however. It was the opposite -- when I was really close, she grabbed my hands again and took a lead on making those few last hardest and longest thrusts holding the shoe firmly down afterwards.

* * *

Her grip finally released so I could remove the sticky shoe. While she reached over my head to get anything that could be useful for wiping away those few drops which had trickled out, my face was briefly introduced to her boob. Having gotten herself back and upright again, she wiped my lower area with her own sock. After all, my own clothing items were far away, the other side of the room.

However, her sock wasn't the only thing she had reached for.

The base of Becky's vibrator found its support on my crotch and she lowered herself down. Apparently it wasn't bad at all, being drawn into the second round of fake girl-on-top-sex. I surely was going to take the best out of it -- I had a chance to admire her naked body sitting on top of me and feel every, however slight, movement she made.

Well, I actually couldn't be a mere spectator as one after another Becky reached for my hands and suddenly I was holding the vibrator on its place myself.

Now she was able to really let herself loose and she didn't hold herself back. Her upright naked upper body and freely swinging-bouncing breasts seemed to fill the whole room in front of my eyes. My hands were covered by her thighs, my fingers had sneakily moved just a bit upwards along the shaft to touch her pussy lips as much as possible. Soon her breathing, uncontrolled voices and gradually sillier and sillier face indicated that the satisfaction was near.

Supporting herself with her hands on my chest Becky finally came. She was definitely about to collapse, I just hoped it would happen on top of me. Even though everything didn't turn out as I had hoped for, her warm and a bit sweaty naked body on top of mine would be awesome, even only for as long as her heavy breathing calms down and she would find the strength or will to move again.

No, she sank onto the floor, the only physical contact between us being her ankle on mine as she stretched herself out.

It took some time before it seemed to be suitable moment to ask what exactly I had been supposed to do with her shoe. The answer wasn't surprising at all: "I'll tell you next time. Maybe."