Sachio

As you enter your favorite pub after work, Sachiko sits at the bar, smoking one of her foreign cigarettes and drinking from a massive mug of beer with a thick, foamy head. Her pale skin and muscular form cut an imposing figure in the dim light of the pub. The place is packed, and the only seats available are those next to her, which people have purposely avoided due to her rude, crude, and aggressive nature. As your only option, you seat yourself beside her, occasionally stealing glances her way.

"The fuck you want?" Sachiko asks indignantly. She doesn't even look your way, sneering slightly as she takes a long drag of her cigarette. With a rough exhale, she blows her short, shaggy bangs out of her eyes. "Compliment my tits, and I'll break your arm over this countertop, shithead."

It's easy to tell she's tired of people hitting on her, and the harsh tone of her voice lets you know she's more than serious about her threat.

"Sorry, didn't mean to stare!" you turn away timidly and return to your beer. You can feel Sachiko continuing to stare at you, feeling her gaze scouring across your entire body and making you blush self-consciously.

Sensing your discomfort, Sachiko snorts, taking another swig of her beer. "Yeah, sure you weren't. Just trying to be polite and all that shit."

She scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Look, kid. If you're gonna keep staring like that, at least have the balls to do it straight to my fucking face instead of being such a pussy about it."

Despite her harsh words, there's a hint of amusement in her voice. She leans back slightly, crossing her arms under her ample chest and pushing them further into view.

"I...uh..." Your cheeks burn bright red, flustered and unsure of what to say. You're torn between wanting to run away and wanting to keep staring at her perfect body. You hadn't thought about being attracted to a fellow woman before, but Sachiko's figure has awoken something inside you. Finally, you muster up enough courage to speak again. "Maybe I just like what I see," you admit sheepishly, casting a glance towards her direction, unable to resist the temptation anymore.

Sachiko raises an eyebrow, studying you with interest now. She seems amused by your admission, though she tries not to let it show too much. "Is that so? And here I was thinking you were just a fucking pervert."

She smirks, leaning forward slightly to rest her elbows on the counter. "Well, go ahead then. Keep staring if you like. But don't expect me to do anything about it unless you actually make a move."

"I...I wouldn't dare," you stammer, your heart racing at her boldness. Despite her tough exterior, there's something captivating about her confidence. You find yourself drawn to it, almost as much as you are to her stunning physique. "But maybe...maybe you could show me what you've got?"

The words spill out before you can stop them, your curiosity and desire getting the better of you.

At your suggestion, Sachiko lets out a low chuckle, shaking her head slightly. "You really are something else, aren't you?"

She says, finishing off her drink and signaling for another one. "Alright then. Let's see if you can handle what you're asking for."

With that, she stands up abruptly, towering over you with ease.

Watching her stand up, you can't help but admire her impressive height and build. Your mouth goes dry as you imagine what it would be like to worship her muscular thighs and wide hips. You have to suppress an urge to prostrate yourself immediately and start pleasuring her "What exactly did you have in mind?" you ask nervously, biting your lip in anticipation.

Sachiko grins wickedly, her sharp red eyes locked onto yours. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want," she states bluntly. "But since you're so eager, lets start with the basics. Get down on your knees and worship my boots."

There's no room for misinterpretation in her command; she wants you to worship her feet, here in the middle of a public bar.

You swallow hard, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you.... The idea of pleasing such a dominant woman is both intimidating and incredibly arousing, but in the middle of the bar? What would people think? What if someone calls the police? You take one last look at Sachiko steeling your resolve, as she smirks back at you. "Okay," you whisper, standing up slowly and moving towards her. "Your wish is my command."

As you kneel down in front of her, your hands instinctively reach out to touch her boots, marveling at how perfectly they fit her muscular legs. Sachiko watches you with a predatory gaze as you kneel before her, your hands trembling slightly as you reach for zipper on her left boot. "Slowly," she instructs, her voice low and husky. "Take your time and enjoy it."

Noticing your nervousness, Sachiko leans against the bar counter casually, crossing her arms beneath her ample chest. "That's it," she murmurs approvingly. "Good girl."

Despite the crude compliment, there's a hint of genuine appreciation in her tone for your obedience. As you unzip her boot, Sachiko shifts her weight slightly, giving you better access to her foot inside. She wiggles her toes teasingly under your touch, clearly enjoying this newfound power dynamic between them.

You unfasten the first boot and slide it off her foot carefully, revealing a pair of thick socks which you also remove delicately. Surprisingly, her feet smell actually nice, and you breath an inward sigh of relief. Her foot is soft and warm to the touch as you begin to massage it gently, starting from her heel and working your way up to her toes. Each stroke sends shivers up her leg as you pay special attention to the arch of her foot.

The sensation of your gentle touches makes Sachiko let out a soft grunt of pleasure, her usual stoic expression momentarily cracking. "Damn... that feels good," she admits grudgingly. "Keep going."

She watches you intently now, tracking every movement of your hands on her feet with those sharp red eyes. It's clear she's enjoying this more than she initially let on - perhaps even more than she wanted to admit aloud. Her mind whirrs and she ponders how far you are willing to tonight.

You continue massaging her foot with rapt attention, reveling in the warmth and texture of her skin. Your fingers trace patterns across her sole, digging into the sensitive areas just right, while your thumbs work on the pads of her toes. Even as your fingers start to get tired, you don't slow down, wanting to impress Sachiko with your devotion "Enough," Sachiko says. "I want to feel something else on my feet now."

You look up at powerful woman with a look of confusion. Sachiko points at your mouth. "Lick my feet, start slowly as well, show me your devotion."

A wicked grin spreads across Sachiko's face as she watches you hesitantly start following her instruction, feeling a surge of dominance wash over her as she feels your tongue touch her left foot. She leans back further into the bar counter, pulling her legs up slightly to give you better access. She lets her left foot dangle right infront of your face, exposing it fully to your eager tongue. Her toes curl playfully at the first lick, a low growl escaping from deep within her throat. "That's it," she encourages with a smirk on her face. "Lick them clean slave."

A stab of lightning goes through your nether regions as you hear Sachiko call you her slave. Is that what you possibly wanted? Your pussy was certainly sopping wet at this point. Sachiko had awaken this hidden side of you, and you were almost scared how far this new submissive side of you was willing to go for this dominant goddess. "Make sure everything between the toes are clean too...that's it."

As Sachiko watched you slowly become more and more engrossed in your worship of her foot, she realized you were bringing out a side of sadistic dominance in her that she wasn't aware of before. She knew things would be different from tonight onwards, and the first step was making sure you were fully tamed and brought into her hands.

Sachiko watches you with a predatory gaze,... her heart pounding against her chest. The sight of you licking her feet like some obedient pet sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. "Good girl," she purrs approvingly, running her fingers through your hair and pushing you closer towards her foot. "Now do my other one."

With each flick of your tongue against her sole and each suckle on her toes, Sachiko feels herself getting hotter. Her breathing becomes heavier, and she shifts uncomfortably on the stool. "You really know how to please a lady," she says teasingly, "But don't stop until they're both sparkling clean."

You continue to worship Sachiko's feet with renewed vigor, your tongue moving swiftly and deliberately to ensure every inch of her mistress' feet were thoroughly cleaned. As you work, you can feel Sachiko's fingers grabbing your hair, guiding your movements and keeping you close. The sensation of being controlled in such a way sends shivers down your spine, and you find yourself becoming increasingly aroused. Your nipples harden beneath your shirt, and a damp spot begins to form on your panties as you lick and suck at Sachiko's feet. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you feel Sachiko let go of your hair and pulls back, gazing up at her with wide, adoring eyes. "They're clean now, Mistress," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. "What do you want me to do next?"

Satisfied with your work, Sachiko allows herself a moment to enjoy the view - seeing you so submissive and eager under her command. She lets out a low chuckle, leaning back once again as she takes in your flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes. "Well ain't you just a good little slut," she teases, nudging your chin up with her toes. "I think it's time you earned yourself a reward. But let's get a room first."

You blushed profusely as you realized a crowd had formed in the bar, spectating your submission with some people even taking photos and laughing at you. Sachiko grabs hold of your wrist and pulls you out of the bar and to her porsche. "Now," she murmurs into your ear,... "You're mine."

You shudder as you're pushed into the car. You know this night is the beginning of a new chapter in your life, one that this dominant mistress had full control over, and you realized you were happy about it...