I knelt down on the soft carpet by Madam Emma's feet as she remained seated on the chair, and then bent over, completely almost prostrating myself to her as I pressed my lips against the smooth white skin of her ankle. I was now fully naked, my bum raised in the air, as I planted kisses on Madam Emma's toes and ankles. I then started to suck on the toes of her right foot, and my tongue lashed out as it licked the soft hard to reach places in between the toes.
The afternoon had started so differently.
Madam Emma, one of my longtime friends from the kink community, had messaged me last night to see if I was working downtown today. Sometimes I worked near where she lived. When I replied in the affirmative, she had asked me if I wanted to drop by her place for tea after work.
"After all," Madam Emma had written, "You make a wonderful
masala chai
, and it's been a while since I had your tea."
"Of course, ma'am." I had replied. "I would be delighted to make and serve you my special
masala chai
."
And so, after work I had taken a shower in a gym nearby, and then commuted to where she lived. Madam Emma was a well-known figure in our local femdom community, and we had known each other for years. She sometimes had small parties at her own house where I attended as her servant. Other times we would often go to munches together, or perhaps sometimes even a couple of fetish events or two. She had topped me a few times, but it's been a while - almost a couple of years - since we had last played.
Madam Emma had hip surgery sometime ago, and since then we had talked and communicated more as friends. I had helped her once by doing some yard work for her after her surgery. I also helped her move some furniture once. So, when she asked me for tea, I had happily accepted, not expecting any play. Just like the last time I was at her place for tea.
After we had biscuits and my
masala chai
, Madam Emma complained about her tired feet. This is where I asked her if she would like a foot massage. As a guy used to serving as a slave for ladies, and especially the white ladies that formed part of Madam Emma's closeknit circle, I knew how to give a good foot massage, and Madam Emma knew it.
"Just a foot massage, honey." She had warned me. "I am not in the mood today for any playing."
"Of course, ma'am. Just a foot massage."
That's how it started, of course. Yet, half an hour later, I found myself naked, bent over, prostrated at her feet, kissing, and licking her toes.
I heard Madam Emma sigh. I knew she loved having her toes kissed and sucked. She cast a glance down at my naked figure, bent over on the carpet, now kissing her left foot, and then gazed at my naked buttocks.
"Tarek." She said softly.
I stopped kissing her foot and turned my head to look up, while still remaining on my haunches, bent over.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"I wasn't planning on playing today. I had called you just for some tea." She then reached out and patted my buttocks. "But the sight of your nice big round bum, naked and available, ready to be spanked, is tempting me."
"Ma'am." I replied, remaining very still in my submissive position, even as Madam Emma continued to caress my buttocks. "I am here at your feet, at your service. However, you wish it to be, ma'am."
"You are adorable when you are naked and trying to please." Madam Emma giggled. "I know you are secretly hoping we will play, you naughty boy!"
She suddenly reached out and grabbed my left ear. Giving it a slight twist, she pulled my ear.
"Come, Tarek." Madam Emma started to stand up, and she hauled me up powerfully by the ear. "Stand up."
"Yes, ma'am." I answered, standing up fully as Madam Emma let go of my now stinging ear.
"Follow me upstairs, Tarek." Madam Emma commanded. "Let's get my bag where I keep my toys."
So ... we WERE going to play!
"Yes, ma'am."
I followed Madam Emma through her house. She lived in a small, detached house that was built almost seventy years ago, but one she had renovated fairly recently. It was now almost evening, but there was just enough sunlight coming from outside through the windows at various rooms as I followed her up the stairs. She was of course dressed in a nice top and a long and beautiful cotton skirt that reached to almost her ankles. And I, of course, was stark naked, walking behind her, my dick now half erect.
As I walked behind her, I could not help but admire Madam Emma's youthful figure, despite her age. From the earliest days of knowing Madam Emma as a dominant in the kink scene, I had a small crush on her. She managed to work out and keep herself firm, tall, and athletic, projecting an aura of power and youth, despite recently welcoming her second grandchild. Her skirt clung to her hips, and I kept my eyes on her shapely posterior as I followed her upstairs to a small storage room next to her bedroom.
"Wait here, dear." She said, turning to me and snapping her fingers.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, standing still.
"Tarek." A soft smile lit up Madam Emma's beautiful face. "When I snap my fingers and ask you to wait, you are supposed to kneel, boy!"
"Oh, I am so sorry, ma'am." Immediately I knelt down on the wooden floor. "I am so sorry. It's been a while."
Madam Emma looked at me, now kneeling, naked, on the floor by the door. She smiled as she ran her fingers through her shimmering blonde curls. Then Madam Emma opened the door to the storage room and went inside. I heard her rummage though something, before she emerged again, carrying a black duffel bag.
"Tarek." She said, leaning down slightly. Once more I felt her fingers pinch my earlobe as she grabbed me firmly by the ear and hauled me up to my feet. "Here, carry this bag and follow me back to the living room downstairs, sweetie."
As I walked behind Madam Emma, this time carrying the bag, wondering what was inside, and what was going to happen to my poor bum, I also ran a hand over my now stinging right ear. Madam Emma, despite her age, still had a very strong grip. Just a few moments of her twisting my ear and it was enough to make it sting painfully.
Pulling a man by the ear or twisting the ears was not a common punishment here in the kink femdom community of mostly white North America, but Madam Emma and I were close, and she knew about my previous history with my maid servants back in India, and how I was punished in India. Whenever we played, and I have to admit it was not that often, she took care to ensure she pulled, twisted, or grabbed me by the ear.
Madam Emma had a special fondness for me, I could tell, although I didn't know why. There were other men in our community who offered more - they were more handsome, they were physically fitter, and they could take a lot more beating than me, and they were white. Yet I considered myself lucky, and honoured, that Madam Emma considered me a close friend and confidant and invited me to her house often.
As we walked down the stairs, I also wondered at how odd it was that I was fully naked, stripped utterly of all of my clothes, following a white lady who was fully dressed, walking around in her own house. In my previous visits to Madam Emma's house, I had been in her living room, helping prepare food in her kitchen, and serving the food in her small dining room next to the kitchen. And of course, I had occasionally used the washroom. I had only been stripped naked in the living room when she, and her lady guests, wanted to play. And here I was, walking nonchalantly through her whole house, in the nude.
"Tarek." Madam Emma turned to me once we were at the door of the living room. "Wait for me by the sofa. I am going to make a phone call, and I am also going to order a pizza for us. No pork or bacon on it, for you, I know."
"Thank you, ma'am." I was originally here just for tea, but now that Madam Emma wanted to play, she would have to get dinner. Pizza, I guess, was good enough. "And can you kindly add a bottle of root beer for me please, ma'am?"
"I will do so, Tarek."
"Ma'am," I asked. "When you say, 'wait by the sofa' ... should I again kneel by the sofa?"
"Tarek." I saw Madam Emma click her tongue in annoyance. "By now you should know that whenever you are asked to wait for a mistress, you should be kneeling submissively. I shouldn't really have to tell you this."
"I am so sorry, ma'am."
"And one more thing." Madam Emma added. "Please remove your eyeglasses and place them by the side table."
"Er ... yes, ma'am."
"Darling, you know why, don't you?" Madam Emma asked me softly, a hint of kind smile on her face.
"Er ... yes, ma'am." I nodded.
"Good."
