Thanks to the Volunteer Editor Reggad for his superior editing skills!
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This is a true story based on my experience with Eve. She is a lovely woman that captures my all.
The last instant message I received from Eve said:
“Be prepared. You’re going to be my little bitch tomorrow night.”
I didn’t believe it. Although she was not the submissive kind, she really wasn’t the dominating kind either. I didn’t think anything of it really.
“Knock, knock.”
“Come in!” I yelled in the general direction of the door. I was sitting at the computer and did not fancy getting up. No one entered.
“Knock! Knock! Knock!”
“Come in!,” I replied again while moving in the general direction of the door. I open the door and there stood Eve in the sexiest outfit I had ever seen. She wore high, spiked heels, a crotchless, fishnet body suit, and a silk red robe. The way her hair fell down across her shoulders was enough to turn me on, but along with the outfit I was overwhelmed.
“I don’t fucking do what you tell me. You’re MY bitch tonight, remember?”
I didn’t have time to reply before she shot back, “And don’t you speak. I’m in control now and you had better do as you are told. Understand?”
I whimpered. All the time I had known Eve she had never spoken to me in such a tone. By nature she is a very assertive person; the kind that always gets what she wants. That, along with her intelligence, had attracted me to her long before. Still standing outside my apartment she continued with the instructions (or as I perceived it, the verbal assault).
“On your knees and don’t you dare look at me,” she growled.
I complied, half because I was nervous and the other half because I was curious.
“Are you hard?”
What answer did she want? I didn’t know.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Don’t,” came the response, “This is my night of pleasure.”
While she’d instructed me, she had entered my apartment and locked the door. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do so I remained on my knees awaiting further instruction while she placed a large brown paper bag on the coffee table. The contents were sealed within the bag and I suspected it was for a good reason.
This is not really like me to resign my power and become Eve’s submissive. Usually, I am an independent and strong-willed person that takes charge of myself and my future. I found myself strangely attracted to my present submissive state. For once I did not have to worry about the circumstance because everything was dictated to me. My incredible lover had carefully planned every move…and she knew exactly what she wanted.
“Take your pants off!” I complied gladly.
“Now the shirt,” she said as she sat on the leather sofa and crossed her exquisite legs, waving her pointed heel at me.
“Crawl over to me.”
I crept feeling very low and humiliated, but almost wanting to erupt in laughter. Yet…I knew that would only set her on punishing me.
“Suck my heels like a cock,” She said with a slight twist to her lips, “Didn’t you hear me?”
“Suck it. I’ll bet you would be a good little cock sucker.” The mocking tone only brought home the idea that she really was trying to humiliate me.
Eve grabbed my hair and moved my head more quickly to her shoe. I opened my mouth slowly, mostly because I wasn’t sure as to what to do. I allowed the tip of the heel to penetrate my mouth.
She moved her foot inside the shoe so as the heel was angling directly up and out, exactly like a real erect penis. I began to take more of the heel into my mouth and finally managed to consume it in its entirety. I began thrusting my mouth allowing the heel to fuck my face. She seemed to enjoy the show as evidenced by an occasional chuckle.
“Take my heel off now.”
It seemed like a rather clear instructions and I proceeded to unbuckle the strap with my hand. As I moved my hand toward the strap, I received a slap across my face.
“With your teeth! You haven’t earned the privilege of touching me yet. My body is mine and I will dispense with it as I please,” Eve growled. The message was received loud and clear. I proceeded to undo her heel with my teeth, not the easiest task and I fumbled through the process. After successful completion, she slung the heel off her foot and halfway across the room. Eve had beautiful feet. I had yet to confess to her that I harbored a foot fetish. If I were not already a foot fetishist, these fishnet clad toes would have made a believer out of me. “Lick my feet,” were the next instructions I received gladly.
I was lost, all while sporting a raging hard-on. I began by kissing the tops of the feet, but as I looked up at her I saw a look of disgust.
“Lick, not kiss. Did you not fucking listen to my instructions?”
Accompanying the nasty comment was a swift hand to my bare ass. I licked the tops of her feet and then proceeded to licking the arch. I concentrated a lot of my time on her arches, as I wanted to gain her approval.
“Suck my toes.”
I moved my mouth and captured her big toe. I manipulated my tongue all around her lovely toes and the wonderful places in between them. The toes wiggled and I hoped it was in approval. “Now take as many toes as you can,” she said with a smirk, “and stuff them in your mouth.”
A strange request I reasoned, but I dared not to complain. Much to Eve’s surprise I managed to fit all five toes into my mouth. I was the kid in the community that could put my entire fist in my mouth so her delicate toes were no real problem. Eve let out a laugh at my ability.
It was then I received the first compliment of the evening.
“You really impress me,” she said with a smile.
The attention to her feet continued as I gave the same attention to her other foot.
“Now, for more fun! Are you ready?” Eve asked. “Sure,” I replied.
“Smack!” A very swift hand to my ass.
“Ow! Damn it,” Escaped from my lips. “Did I hurt you, you little pussy? Can’t take a little sting on the ass? Turn around and point your ass in my direction,” Eve snapped.
Oh fuck, NOW I had done it. I had pissed her off and now I was about to receive my due.
