"I'm gonna go get cleaned up," Cassidy said.
The flushed-faced naked man on the hotel bed murmured a reply. He was exhausted. She turned away, glad to be leaving him, and went into the bathroom stepping gingerly on her left foot. She closed the door and locked it. She lifted her bare left foot onto the side of the bath and spread her toes. The warmth of her client's semen spread slowly across her foot. She sighed as she reached for the shower head and began cleaning it off.
"These guys are all the same," she thought.
Middle-aged businessmen who spend there whole day bossing around and humiliating those under them. On their day off they get a kick out of hiring a young attractive woman to turn the tables on them and take charge. But what had just happened in the room behind her hadn't been true domination/submission. All the client had really wanted was to be told he was a 'bad boy', be made to act like an idiot for a little while, and then to jack off in front of her. When Cassidy had given him permission to touch her foot, he had quickly fumbled with it for a moment and then started slobbering over her ankle. He'd made an effort to move up her leg, which she sternly put a stop to, and then he had begged her to let him masturbate. Knowing it would be over once he did, she told him he could. It didn't take long.
Watching the water run off her foot Cassidy thought it was a shame. She'd always considered her feet to be her best feature. She was an attractive girl: a petite brunette with a beautiful face, but she saw the feet as something special. The outward appearance was so everyday to her. Feet were so rarely revealed (she considered sandals somewhat tasteless). They were a secret treasure, worthy of worship. The worn-out man in the room behind her clearly didn't appreciate this. He had stared up at the lacy white bra she wore while he came on her foot. She dried off her foot and thought of Evan.
Cassidy and Evan had met in freshman year of college. They went on a couple dates and had really connected. Cassidy didn't tell him until much later that she was paying her tuition fees by working as a call girl. A friend and her had joined an agency together and were making good money. At that point Cassidy had never experienced domination. It was just straight sex. She didn't find it unpleasant, but neither did she enjoy it as much as she felt she should. Since the first time she'd had sex Cassidy felt there must be something more to it. Something she was missing. She considered the possibility that she was a lesbian, but after a job on which the client had requested two girls she decided that wasn't the case. Every time the other girl had moved to kiss her, or caressed her breasts she almost burst into laughter. When the guy asked the other girl to finger Cass, she managed to mask the resulting giggles with her best orgasm moans.
The night she asked Evan up to her apartment for the first time she was scared. This was a guy she really liked, but if the sex was the same as it always was... she tried to prepare herself for that disappointment. In the bedroom she sat down next to him on the bed. They was a silence for what seemed to be an eternity to her.
"So," she began, "You wanna get started?"
Idiot!, she thought. She hadn't meant it to sound like that.
"I mean," she went on, then paused. "What do you... like?," she asked.
He smiled and looked her in the eyes, easing her nervousness a little.
"I would like, if I can, to please you," he replied, "Anyway I can."
She was taken aback. She'd been with guys before who had asked her what she wanted. She'd been with guys who paid just to go down on her. This was different. There was a conviction in Evan's words. He was offering himself to her, completely. Or so she thought. She got very excited but didn't know how to respond. Could she ask him to do anything? She looked away, nervously, and found her eyes drawn down to her left foot. Would he?...
"I want you to... worship my foot."
Oh my God! she screamed inside her head. Why hadn't she just said 'feel it' or 'lick it' or 'suck it'? Worship? She expected him to back out of the room and make for the emergency exit. Instead:
"Left or right?" he asked.
She told him the left and squeezed the mattress tightly as he got to his knees before her and carefully removed her shoe. For a moment he just looked at her foot. Then he cupped her arch from beneath with his left hand and ran his right slowly down from ankle to toe. Cassidy didn't remember ever being so aroused. Although she wanted to watch Evan go on, her body was trembling so much she had to lie back on the bed. As he kissed her foot she felt like a goddess. Here was a man who had given himself to her, who was down on his knees before her, submitting to her will. Although the excitement was much more than sexual, it was too much to resist slipping her hand into her already wet panties to move her fingers inside herself. It occurred to her that Evan might get the wrong idea about this so she called out,
"Evan! This is for me alone, not for you. Don't masturbate."
Her voice seemed strange, like it was someone else's.
"Yes... Mistress."
She stopped, despite being on the verge of orgasm. What was going on here?
"Release my foot Evan."
