Obviously, I didn't sleep much that night. My hard cock rubbed against the sheets and I fought the desire to touch myself as the thought of kissing her foot in front of anyone who could see made my cock throb.
I woke in the morning after a fitful sleep. I stumbled my way to the shower, noticing that my cock and balls were covered in dried precum. I washed myself as quickly as possible, not trusting myself to keep my hand on my cock for any longer than necessary.
Work dragged on, a 2:00 meeting threatened to make me late, but I was able to make my excuses and leave the office by 3:00, giving me time to get back to the hotel to shower before meeting Duchess. I dressed in black pants, no underwear-the outline of my half hard cock clearly showing through the fabric. After putting on my shirt, and noticing it was 3:55, I rushed from the room.
I stopped, remembering her instructions. I dug my sewing kit out of my suitcase, pulled my left pocket out and cut a small hole in the fabric. I paced as I waited for the elevator and made it to the bar just as the clock struck 4.
She wasn't there. I sat at the bar waiting. The bartender came over several times asking if I would like a drink. Although I desperately did, I demurred, waiting for Her. At 4:15 the door opened and she walked in. I and the 3 other patrons and the bartender all instinctively looked her way, none of us breaking eye contact.
She was amazing, a black leather skirt above her knees, 4 inch black leather pumps, a gray blouse with a plunging neckline, with a hint of cleavage showing. I immediately stood as she approached.
"Right on time, babe. I like that." She smiled at me and held out her hand. I bent and brought my lips to it once again, keeping my mouth in contact with her skin until she softly pulled it away.
"Order me another Jameson's on the rocks please. I enjoyed that last night. You may have one also."
I signaled the bartender and ordered the drinks as she sat down beside me. I felt her hand on the back of my thigh, sliding up until she was cupping my ass. "Nice, I like it when my sub obeys my directions." Her hand slid slightly between my legs, just barely tickling my balls. My semi hard cock became hard instantly. I was thankful for having the bar to hide my erection.
The bartender brought the drinks.
"Bring the drinks over here" Duchess stood and walked towards the back of the bar, to a secluded booth. Once again, every eye was on her and as I walked behind her, my cock jutting out, every eye saw it. She sat and I placed her drink in front of her. She motioned for me to sit as well. I sat down across from as she reached into her purse and pulled out a long thin leather strip, something like a leather shoelace but apparently a lot longer.
"Did you think about me last night," she asked, taking sip of her drink.
"Yes Duchess, you know I did."
"How did it feel to kneel in front of me and kiss my feet in the parking lot?"
"It was like nothing I have ever felt Duchess. I was embarrassed, afraid, but so excited to be on my knees in front of you. As soon as I was on my knees, my fear went away and all I could think about was kissing your feet."
"Oh that is so perfect, my pet. I knew just by looking at you that you would be mine. You appear to most as a confident businessman, but I can see the longing in you, the need to give control."
She took another sip and motioned that I should do the same. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, holding out the leather thread.
