Red Strea

I felt an uncomfortable, restless feeling building in my stomach. I was sat before a table that had nothing upon it except a small vase full of flowers and a stack of papers. The vase was a plump sphere that had bright, vibrant flowers sitting out of it with their heads held high. There were reds, greens, blues all creating a pretty scheme that brought the eyes toward. One flower in particular took my fancy; it was blood red and consisted of many tiny pedals forming a hollow circle. If not paying attention enough, one might not even notice the pedals and instead see it as merely a red blob. Between these pedals sat a bright yellow center, creating a beautiful contrast. But I knew I could not stare at the flowers much longer, as, deep down, I was anxiously avoiding the papers sat next to them.

My eyes rotated away from the flowers towards straight ahead where a woman was sat, directly on the opposite side of the table. She was wearing a black dress that looked to be completely void of all other colors. The dress was long-sleeved, but the sleeves were sheer with a flowery pattern on them. She had her arms placed on the table with her hands held together. As I looked up, I noted that her dress veered down into a deep V to reveal the tops of her breasts. I found the sight almost as distracting as the flowers, but I knew a prolonged stare would rouse her attention, so I averted my eyes upwards towards her face.

She had long black hair that disappeared behind her shoulders, only deviating from their color to allow a streak of red to flow through the hair on both sides. Her lips were pursed and as red as the flower I had spotted on the table. Around her lips, her skin ran in all directions with a smooth and completely constant color and texture throughout. It was clear that this color was lighter than her natural skin tone as the result of her makeup, but this look was something that I had always been drawn to. I knew some people preferred a woman's face to look natural, but the unnatural element created by this only drew me in more. And, as I looked, the skin on her face slowly transformed into her eyes, which were surrounded by deep black eyeliner, allowing them to seem like a completely separate entity from the rest of the face. Surrounded by the eyeliner were deep brown eyes that I could feel were directly pointed at me. Looking at her eyes made the butterflies in my stomach try to push their way out. The way she looked at me was not with any normal stare; it was expressionless, impatient, and dominate. It was of course because she was impatiently waiting for my response.

There was not a normal relationship between the two of us. We had met a couple of months ago by chance at a bar. I had seen her, and the mere sight of her had made me weak in the knees. I have usually been a very shy dude, but I knew that I sometimes needed to try to make things happen on my own. So, I had come over and introduced myself. Her name was Dani. Her job was in finance, but I was not knowledgeable in that sector, so the specifics went past me. Her drink of choice was a gin martini, so I ordered her one. Despite my friendly exterior, she saw through me to my intentions and was therefore quite blunt. I took her back to my place, and the rest was history.

And now, I had to decide whether I was willing to become her slave. I would not have expected the relationship to lead to this moment, but it somehow had. When I brought her back to my place, we did not have sex. She did not suck my dick. Despite this, our time was extremely sexual. I pleasured her in ways that most guys would not pleasure a women. My tongue brought her to orgasm twice. Her fingers had scraped against my prostate. She had bit down on my neck so hard that I had marks there for days after. I had felt the weight of her body pressed against my face. And I loved every second of it.

I don't want a normal relationship; they bore me. I had had sex multiple times before, but I had derived minimal sexual pleasure from it. I didn't want to be in an equal relationship; I liked it when my partner made the decisions. I had minimal desires and aspirations in my own life, so I was okay with throwing it away to become one with someone else. I wanted to become a part of someone's life in a way that does not happen in normal relationships. I want to be an object, an object that she needs and depends upon to get through her day. I want to become completely ensnared in her life and allow the rest to fade away. I wanted, with my whole heart, to become Dani's slave.

She felt that such an arrangement was of interest to her. In the past, I had had lovers that would engage with some of my odd desires because that's what I wanted, but Dani was a different beast. She derived deep, sexual pleasure from my objectification. She reveled at feeling me under her. She loved forcing me to get her off numerous time while leaving my dick without attention. She enjoyed watching me reel in excruciating pain by her hand. She wanted me to be hers and nothing else.

Once, the idea was planted into our minds and allowed to grow, an offer like this coming to fruition was inevitable. I wanted to be a slave, and she wanted one. The perfect situation. We wanted to make sure that everything was in order for a deal like this, as we both desired to be happy with the result. She wanted a slave that would be obedient and that she could use how she pleased, and I wanted to ensure that I was used in ways that were pleasurable to me. I did not want to just be a personal house cleaner, and I wanted to make sure that I would find pleasure in the situation. Thus is why we drafted up a simple slave contract. The goal of the contract was not to make my slavery legally binding, as I could end the relationship whenever I saw fit. The goal was to set the expectations to ensure that we had a successful relationship.

"Are you ready to sign?" her commanding voice broke my train of thought. I had been staring at her eyes, and I could still feel them burning through me. I averted my eyes down to the paper in front of me. I had read it, a couple of times actually. It stipulated a two month period for the agreement. Although I could end at any time I wanted, the hope was that I would not have to. The document also featured some limitations that would go beyond my limits. I did not want to have any permanent marks on my body. I did not want to consume human fecal matter, or any other substance on that level. I wanted to ensure that I have a proper nutrition and exercise to remain healthy. These details were important to me in an agreement such as this.

It also stipulated how I should expect the slavery to go. We felt that this was important, as it would avoid immediately bailing on our new relationship. I would wear a collar, and a chastity cage in which she held the only key to. I was to sleep in her closet. I could expect some human meals, but also some degrading meals. I was to refer to her as Mistress Dani or expect punishments. I could not leave her home unless she approved it, although she would give me time to be outside to ensure my health. She could be a part of whatever other relationships she desired during my slavery. The details were long, but I was content with the arrangement.

Hence, all that was left to do was sign the agreement, and our unique relationship could begin. We were both happy with the terms, so I should eagerly want to sign, but something was holding me back. I felt a deep anxiety gnawing at me. This was one of the biggest commitments that I had made in my life, and I did not want it to be a mistake. I had never been someone's slave before, and despite how much I wanted to sign it, I felt unsure whether it would live up to my expectations. But I knew that if I did not agree to this, I would never have another opportunity like it.

"I want to sign it, but I just feel unsure. I'm sorry. What if this isn't what I want?" I expressed my uncertainties with her. She was silent for a moment and only stared at me as usual. She looked at me with the same cold expression. She then commanded me to get on my knees. I did not even hesitate, I pushed the chair back from behind me and got on my knees. My eyes continued to remain trained on hers. Silently, she backed up slightly in her chair and pulled her foot up onto the edge of the chair. My eyes averted from her face downward. She was wearing black boots that traveled up to her knee. All along the leg, they were covered in leather straps that kept them hugging her legs. At the place were her leg met her foot, the boot had a zipper that went down towards her toe.

I watched as she reached her hand down and began to slowly unfasten her boots. One by one, she undid each of the straps, leaving me to only stare. I stared hypnotically at the show she was giving me. As she did this, I saw just beyond her boots an entryway into the dark abyss under her dress. Her legs were open just enough to see in, but not enough to see what lay under. But, as I looked, she unfastened all of the buckles, and she pulled down the zipper. Then, she carefully removed the boots.

Below them, my eyes found a fuzzy blue sock surrounding her foot. It went up her foot and barely made it over her ankle. But, it allowed me to see all the little curves of her foot, and my eyes were struggling to take in the entire scene. Then, without hesitation, she grabbed the top of her sock and pulled it off, revealing her naked foot. Her toes were polished a bright red, and the skin on the top of her foot looked perfect. On the inner part, she had a distinctive tribal tattoo that created a hypnotic swirl on her foot.

I paused in my stare to look up for a moment at her face, which was still completely focused on me. I did notice that her mouth was beginning to slightly curl into a smile, which made me wild. Then, she silently pointed her index finger down to the floor in front of her. I quickly took the cue and walked on my knees over her until I was right in front of her. In this position, I was on eye level with her foot, and I kept my eyes trained on it. Her feet had always been a highlight for me, and I allowed myself to be owned by them. At this distance, I noticed their scent. They had a distinctive smell that resulted from her wearing those stuffy boots for so long. As I focused, I could see a slight shine on her foot from the sweat that appeared in that environment. I was intoxicated.

"Worship" I heard her say above me. And like a dog that had just been given a treat, I proceeded to press my face into the top of her feet. I pursed my lips and gave her feet kisses slowly along the top. Then, I went to the toes and gave each one a kiss on the toenail. After that, I widened my mouth and began to take each toe inside. The taste was divine and explainable. I used my tongue to explore the space between her toes and tasted all that I could. I became completely focused in on her foot, and I allowed the rest of the world to begin to fade.

As I was doing this, I felt my pants begin to bulge as I became increasingly aroused. I felt myself slowly hump the air as I tasted between two of her toes. She seemed to take notice, as she brought her other foot, still protected by her boot, and began to lightly push it against my erection. I was going wild. I was rubbing my tongue anywhere it could fit along her foot, and I was pushing myself against her booted foot. Waves of pleasure filled my body. The world was almost completely faded except for this foot in front of me, and the waves of pleasure coming from my penis.

Then, suddenly, I felt her boot retreat from below me. A voice above me boomed "Stop!" I pulled my tongue back in my mouth and my head away from her foot. I was still at eye level was her foot, so I kept my eyes fixed. "Look at me" she said above me. I obeyed. As her head returned to her body, I felt her stare again. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked, clearly knowing the answer, but I obeyed by answering. "More than anything," the words spewed out my mouth without much thought. Her grin spread out towards her cheek. She still had her sock in her hand and moved it so that it was right in front of my mouth. Understanding her goal, I instinctively opened my mouth, allowing her to shove the sock in my mouth. It was moist with her sweat. I could taste many of the minute flavors picked up on her foot. I also felt the fluffy texture of the sock across my tongue. I loved it.

"Then sign the document," she commanded. It was then that I knew this was right. I knew this was what I wanted. This is what I have wanted for a long time, and all that was important to me was getting that. I stood up and walked back over to the chair I had been sitting in. I looked back down at the paper. I closed my eyes again and focused on the sock that still lay in my mouth. I was a part of her. I opened my eyes and grabbed the pen. It was time to leave the old me behind and stay that way.