I excitedly skip up the steps towards your door. I can feel my heart thumping inside my chest as I try (and fail) to calm down the fireworks in my brain. I double check my phone to re-read the instructions that you sent me earlier:
"Rule 1 - You are not to speak unless answering a question. If you wish to speak, you must raise your hand until I give you permission. Otherwise, you will be punished!
Rule 2 -- You will refer to me as Goddess every single time you answer one of my questions. Otherwise, you will be punished!
Rule 3 -- If at any time I feel like you're not giving 100% to the task that I've given you, you will be punished!
Rule 4 -- Your safe words are Green, Orange, and Red. Green means that everything is ok. Orange means that you wish to continue but the intensity is too high. Red means that you need the session to be paused and potentially ended.
Rule 5 -- You will NOT cum without permission. Any time you feel yourself getting close, you will tell me immediately. If you cum without permission, you will be severely punished!
The second that my door closes behind you, strip down to your underwear. If you take longer than 15 seconds, you will be punished! From that moment on, you will only wear what I allow you to wear."
Reading the message again makes my pulse race! I can feel the excitement travelling from my chest to my cock, with that familiar feeling of arousal building. I focus on taking some slow, deep breaths to calm myself down. The last thing I want to do is appear flustered and out of breath. And just as I reach to knock on your door, it swings open. My eyes can't help but scan up and down to take you all in. You're wearing a dress that hugs your figure perfectly, and for a moment, I forget everything -- I forget why I'm here, I forget the rules, and I forget how to interact with another human - until you cough gently to bring me back to the real world.
I quickly step inside, having to force myself not to say a single word -- despite how desperately I want to tell you how amazing you look and how my body aches and my brain sparkles just by looking at you. As I hear the door click shut, I remember that I need to undress. I flick my shoes off without untying the laces and rip my socks off. I drop my bag to the floor, undo my belt, and let my jeans land at my feet. As I step out of them, I pull my t-shirt over my head and move everything into a neat little pile. I can feel you standing behind me, but I don't turn around. Something tells me that you're exactly where you want to be.
"Kneel!" you whisper sharply in my ear, making me drop to the ground without hesitation. Your fingernails trace over my shoulders and I feel your breath on my neck. "You're going to wear this blindfold until I give you permission to take it off. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Goddess!" I reply, my voice catching slightly in my throat. I can feel my body trembling -- not with nerves or fear or even the cold, but with pure excitement and anticipation.
My world goes black as you wrap a scarf around my face, blocking out all light. You tie it tightly behind my head, and as you stand up, you drag your fingernails over my back, along my arm, and take hold of my hand. My body shivers and I can't help but let out the lightest of moans as your touch trigger an electric reaction throughout my body. Walking slowly, you lead me through to another room and have me kneel on a cushion. I can't see anything, but I can feel your presence in front of me. I start to feel like in the darkness, I can see where you are in relation to the room.
"What does this smell like to you?" you ask, holding a glass underneath my nose. I take a deep breath in and recognise the smell immediately.
"Red wine, Goddess?" I say, starting to doubt my answer and worrying what the consequences may be if I am wrong.
"Good boy! Now, you're going to massage my feet while I sit here comfortably and drink a glass of wine. If you do a good job, I may even let you have a glass as well. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Goddess!" I reply, eager to try my hardest to please you. One of your feet grazes over my thigh and I hold my hands out to accept it.
"Hold out one hand and I'll add some oil," you tell me. And as soon as I feel the oil in my hand, I start massaging your foot.
I focus the pressure on your arches as my thumbs press the oil into your skin. Each of my hands glides around your foot to ensure no part is oil-free. I squeeze, pull, press, and rub your foot, searching for areas of tension. I listen and feel for any subtle changes in your body that might help me target the areas that most need attention. I slide my fingers between your toes to stretch them out, gently squeezing. I pull each of your toes one at a time and then focus my hands on your heel and ankle. As you swap feet, I hear some wine being poured into a glass.
"You're being such a good boy!" you tell me, "Not that you can see, but I've been teasing my clit through my panties while you've been massaging my feet. Just gently, of course, but seeing you there mostly naked and blindfolded is turning me on! Here, I'll give you some wine -- open up!"
You lean towards me, placing a hand on my chin to hold my head steady -- and as our lips seal our mouths together, wine pours from your mouth into mine. I can feel my cock twitching with excitement as I gulp down the wine. Your foot land back in my lap, and I start to massage it.
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As I finish the second foot, I hear you lifting the glass again. And just like last time, you spit the wine into my mouth. My body shivers with excitement, and I can't help but moan -- there's something slightly humiliating, and yet completely arousing, about drinking wine this way. But you place the glass of wine in my hands, and I hear you stand up and move around the room.