I was kneeling on the floor wearing a tight boxer and a fish net sleeveless round neck. The elastic band accentuated my small breasts and my cock or rather HER cock strained in the tight boxer. My mind raced in anticipation as I looked at the big hand in the clock approaching 5.
I thought back to the days we first met. I regularly saw her on the train. I noticed her haughty air and the men's umbrella she always carried and her high heeled shoes matching her dress. My whole body trembled as she sat across me or by my side and I couldn't take my eyes off her feet. She was well endowed with full round breasts and a well shaped butt. She sometimes wore a chuddidar and dhuppatta, at times an executive suit and rarely a jeans with a round neck casual and always her breasts exposed to full view. But it was not her ample body that attracted me. Sexually I craved submission. I detected a haughty air in her the very first day and coupled with her demeanor I discerned a very dominant personality; and this attracted me. Only women who care about their feet spend so much on shoes and I have a thing for caring feet. Daily she wore a different foot ware and her passion and taste were clearly discernable.
We met daily and I tried hard to hide my anxiety whenever we came face to face. I could feel the rush of blood to my face and I never could gather courage to look her in the eye. Whenever I stole a glance I saw a naughty smile playing on her lips and I immediately looked away. This continued for a while and it wasn't since three months when we spoke.
We first established contact on a Sunday. I had some unfinished work at the office and I least expected her on the Train. The 1st class compartment was empty and we sat across from each other. As usual I was jittery and I just couldn't understand myself. I badly wanted to look at her but couldn't gather the courage to do that. So I concentrated on her feet clad in high heeled shoes open at the toe. I could see her well manicured toe well nailed and polished bright. I saw her cross her legs and I gazed at the uplifted foot which came near to my legs and obviously kicked my shin playfully. I looked at her face in alarm and I saw her eyes challenging me to protest. My eyes were drawn to her breasts straining on the casual beige polo round neck and I averted my eyes. My downcast eyesand the slow trembler of my body cheated me.Suddenly she raised her left leg and placed it between my legs. I was alarmed and aroused and I didn't see her right foot resting on my thigh with the shoe on.
" You have a towel?" I heard her ask huskily.
I nodded silently and took it out. As I proffered it to her she asked,
"Would you just dust my shoes?"
I dusted them with shuddering hands not for a moment taking my eyes of her wiggling toes. I had a raging hard on and the Ticket Examiner came at the precise moment. She pulled back her legs and we both offered our season tickets, which he checked and handed back. As soon as he left she put her feet back between my legs pulling them apart with the heel of her shoe.
"Now kiss them," she ordered and I bend over to kiss the leather of her shoes. I did both her shoes and garnered the courage to look at her face. She looked at her watch and gestured at the door of the cubicle. I knew we would not be interrupted for another ½ hour till our next stop. I gingerly got up and closed the latch, I little knew, sealing my fate. As I turned I saw her relaxing in her seat with her feet firm on my seat. I instinctively knew I was not supposed to sit.
"Kneel," she commanded and I did just that.
"You have been waiting to worship my feet for the last few months. Now do it." It was no request or even a statement, it was an order.
I crawled to her feet and took both her feet in my hands and pressed my face to it. "Lick it," she commanded and I obliged snaking my tongue out to lick both her shoes from sole to toe. "Remove them." She commanded and I hastened to do that placing both the shoes reverently on the floor, I gazed at her exposed feet, soft and fresh.
"You can kiss them but don't wet them." I moved near them and showered kisses on her feet. As I kissed them I let my hand rub my cock gently.
"Not that until I permit you," I heard her say and withdrew my hand. "Turn around "she said and as I did it on my knees she placed both her feet on my shoulders and asked me to look at her. I looked at her eyes and saw her triumph reflected in those jet black eyes. She slowly put her feet down and beckoned me. I crawled to her and as I neared her she bend over and I couldnt take my eyes of her breasts. She slowly rubbed my cock over the pants and whispered in my ear,
"If you desire, now, this will be mine, but on my terms." I nodded and she bit my ear lobe lightly and straightened.
When she gestured at her shoes I knew my role and immediately put them on for her. As she got up I bend over to kiss both her feet. She turned around and with her back to me said "Now you can thank me."
I had read enough erotica to know what was expected and kissed both her buns whispering thank you again and again.
"Meet you at "Café Day" at 3.00PM", she said and walked off, as I felt the Train slowing down for our stop.
After she walked out I foolishly continued to kneel there and after a moment got up and collapsed on the seat. I held my head with my hands and tried to collect my thoughts. When the Train jerked to a stop I got up and ran out over the aisle and jumped on to the platform. I could see her back rushing through the crowd and I raised my hand to call her and suddenly realized I did not know her name. I felt ashamed for a moment and then felt aroused that I had submitted to my dream girl. I was totally confused and walked to my office in a daze. I was thankful for the empty office but couldn't concentrate on my work. I went on the net and started browsing the BDSM sites. I never liked the hard stuff but imagined myself submitting lightly to the dominant female. I wanted to masturbate but was afraid whether she would like it. But by afternoon I could no longer control it and I did it in the office room. I shuddered myself to an orgasm thinking of the smells that wafted to my nostrils when she rubbed my cock.
I was at the Café Day in the Railway station at 2.50 and saw her coming by around 3.10. She had her scarf around her neck and as she approached me I slowly got up and pulled a chair for her. Our train was at 3.40 and we had plenty of time. She sat and gestured towards me and I sat on the edge of the chair.
The first question was, "did you masturbate?' I guiltily nodded and hung my head down and heard her say,
"First you will have to come to terms with yourself and listen to my terms closely. If you want to continue this you will have to surrender yourself to me and I expect you to do it absolutely and completely. I will decide as to what you will do when you are with me and your sex life at all times will be controlled by me. You can go about your other work and life as you wish. But one day of the week I expect you to be at my house and do whatever I bid you. I expect my orders to be carried out without fail and to perfection. I expect you to do my house hold chores also and at all times I decide what happens sexually between us. Are you agreeable?"
I hesitated and she said "When you are ready you call me in this number. And we should now try getting the train." I came back to the real world and heard the distinct hoot of the train. She directed me to a crowded second class compartment and we were pressed to each other in the crowd. I smelled a sinister design and enjoyed her proximity and smells. She pressed herself to me and I was filled with anxiety. She held on to the handrail and I saw the wet patch of her pits and just wanted to loose myself there. By the time we reached our station I whispered my willingness in her ears and as we alighted she smiled and handed over her scarf and told me
"Bring it washed and pressed tomorrow." I took it with shaking hands and walked behind her feeling the softness of the fabric in my hands. I badly wanted to smell it but was afraid of people watching me. Later I did wash it but after first enjoying her smells to the full. It definitely was a treat but I restrained myself. I slept with an ache in my balls. We continued meeting in the train the whole of the week and on Thursday she handed me a packet and said we'll meet on Friday at my office. I opened the packet at my office and found three used panties of different colours. I couldn't wait to get home.
At home I opened them and first touched the sheer material enjoying the feel of the silk. I raised one by one over my face and first smelled the back and then the front. I rolled them out and saw a slight yellow patch on all of them. I lay down on the bed with one on my face, one on my chest and the other caressing my penis. I was in total bliss and I ejaculated into one and carefully washed that. I kept the other two locked for the next day and repeated my transgressions.
On Saturday she walked in on me at my office wearing a golden coloured chuddidar with a tan colored boots, the soft smell of her perfume mixed with her body odour wafted on to my nose and I instinctively got up. She looked amused and happy at the attention and I took the umbrella from her hands and kept it in the corner. As I stood there she dropped down on the seat without my asking her and I caught a slight nod as I plopped down in my seat. In my office, subtly she was in charge. As we talked I brought down the A/c and her smells became more intense. When she gestured with her hands I noticed her wet pits and the juggling tits. She was taller than me in her heels and as she crossed her legs she took out her feet from her boots and I saw beautiful feet with her nails polished coral pink through her white fishnet stockings. She noticed my agitation and asked me if she should come another day. I wanted her to stay but also wanted her to go away since my cock was straining and my office staff had not cleared out as yet. I couldn't take my eyes of her feet but her thick lip-sticked lips beckoned my attention.
"You seem to have forgotten your role?", she said.
That was when she again asked me to kneel before her. I did just that and the thought that someone may just walk into my cabin lingered in my mind. As I knelt down in front of her I could feel my ears burning with shame. She looked at me mockingly and as she lowered her crossed legs I looked down.
"Look at me", I heard her say. I raised my eyes and she looked into my eyes fathoming the shame and the desire reflected there.
"Kiss my shoes," I heard her say and I lowered my self and on all fours and kissed both her shoes. I could detect the faint smell of sweat and leather.
"Clean them with your towel," she said and I slowly took it out from my pocket and rubbed her shoes clean.
"Now you can lick them," she said and I looked at her. Her eyes challenged me to disobey her, which I knew I would not. I again lowered myself and slowly snaked my tongue out to lick her shoes. When I finished both she raised my chin with her shoes and gestured to get up. At that precise moment my cabin door opened and my secretary came in to announce that all are leaving. My heart skipped a beat, and blood rushed to my face, but I was already on my feet. She turned to my secretary and gave her a sweet smile and I nodded to her. When I heard the front door close I looked at her.
"That was close wasn't it?" she quipped and I nodded.
