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I met Violet on line and it became apparent quite quickly that we shared similar interests. We live over 2000 miles apart so that actual meetings are limited. Violet however maintains her dominance online. What I am about to describe is an actual meeting.
I flew to her hometown and made my way to the flat I had rented for three nights. A flat is so much better than a hotel room for play and it actually works out quite a bit cheaper. It was evening when I arrived and as arranged I sent Violet a text giving her the flat number. Having had a long day, I settled down to get a good night's sleep.
I was woken by a text message from Violet just after 6am. She welcomed me to 'Our big day' and instructed me to masturbate and to save the ejaculate in a wine glass. She rang the bell at 11:00 prompt, carrying her 'box of tricks.' Immediately she told me to strip and to fetch some ice from the fridge. She had not allowed me to cum for three weeks and knew what effect she would have on me. She packed ice around my cock and balls and locked me into a chastity device. Without further ado she fixed electrodes to my cock and balls and taped a small receiver to my thigh. She held the remote which was inconspicuous. It looked like a key ring.
Violet decided we were going out shopping, for shoes, red shoes. In the first shop we tried, she found a fabulous pair. She decided to try them on. She told me kneel to take her trainers off and help her put the shoes on. There were at least three young female shop assistants watching.
I had known this moment was coming and completely blanked out anything and everything except Violet and the task she had set me. I knelt in front of her and bent to do what she had asked. She zapped me with the remote. I stayed on my knees as she strutted round in the shoes. They looked fabulous and suited her to perfection. I put her trainers back on her feet and tied the laces. She zapped me twice more.
Did I hear a giggle behind me or was it my imagination? I stood up tall and looked one of the girls in the eye. She backed down and looked away, busying herself with something on the shelves. Violet did not buy the shoes nor did she buy any in the other five shops we visited although each time she tried at least one pair on and had me kneeling to assist her. She zapped me at random, varying the strength of the shock from gentle to doubling me over. She walked quickly and I followed, always a few respectful paces behind her. I was also admiring the view, her pert bum and her legs in black tights. A couple of times when we were on up escalators I got a very special view. We took a long walk through the city, eventually coming to a restaurant. Violet told me it was one of her favourites and always quiet which would give us the opportunity to discuss the contract over lunch.
The restaurant was quiet. Violet ordered a starter and her main course. She told me I was free to choose for myself, which I did. She put the contract on the table and we began to discuss it. She handed me a pen and dictated the changes I must make.
Back to the flat and Violet make me strip and lie on the sofa, hands stretched above my head. She bound my wrists with a piece of rope and tied it off to the leg of the sofa. She tied my ankles to the legs of the couch, wide apart. She put clamps on my nipples and then sat on the back of the sofa, resting her feet on my body. She rubbed her feet on my groin, my clamped nipples and my face, forcing me to lick her stockinged feet and forcing one into my mouth.
She slid down and positioned herself so that her crotch was above my face. Slowly she lowered herself and sat. There was a strong womanly smell which was very distinct even through her tights and panties. She teased me a little, cutting off my air supply. I was feeling very submissive and sliding quickly into sub space. She did not move and I could shake her off. I was determined not to panic even though I sensed I was losing consciousness. She seemed to be able to time it to perfection as she raised herself to give me air. She tortured me like this for several minutes.
Violet said she needed to pee and told me to go and lie in the bath. She came in after a few minutes with a steel funnel. It was shaped like a high heeled shoe. She pushed the heel part, which was hollow, into my mouth and told me to hold it in place. She had her tights which she pulled down over my head. She then stood over me, feet either side of the bath. I could see that she had no panties on but the tights obstructed my view and I had only a blurred vision of her glorious femininity. How frustrating, I was tempted to tear the tights off but was afraid of the consequences of doing so.
Her flow started, she aimed it at the 'shoe.' I drank as fast as I could but the flow was far too strong. She soaked the tights. I realised that to avoid drowning I had to temporarily block the flow with my tongue before swallowing and then allowing more of her golden nectar into my mouth. I was soaked in her piss when she finished. I had drunk a lot but wasted even more. Violet told me keep the funnel in place and left me there. The humiliation was total as I lay in a pool of her piss, her soaking tights on my head and holding the funnel in place. She was back within minutes with more piss, although the flow was less and I managed to drink most of it.
Totally humiliated, I thanked her. She told me to shower and report to her back in the living room, where I was allowed to worship her feet. Three more times I was sent to the bathroom to prepare myself as Violet's toilet. I knew to pull the soaking tights over my face, even though she did not tell me to. I waited holding the funnel, the humiliation was almost tangible. She giggled as she pissed on me. Each time I showered and went back to worship her feet.
She took me into the bedroom and laid me on the floor at the foot of the bed. She was wearing shoes with killer heels and she proceeded to torture me with them. I had to give blow jobs to the heels as she scratched and scraped me. I was left with several heel marks. She lay back on the bed, stretched her hands above her head and ordered me to worship her armpits. I kissed and licked each in turn.