Wet Dream Come True

I was at my professional peak, but single and unattached. My profession is a jealous mistress, demanding constant attention, but paying rich dividends to her ardent worshippers. I had very volatile sexual urges but remained celibate through adolescence with the help of pornography and later on with the net. I was wary of women and my sexual preferences became more defined. As a professional I was aggressive and was clothed in the aura of aggressiveness. Sexually, however I tended towards submissiveness and there were obviously no takers. Women who came in contact with me and were attracted to me were attracted by my aggressiveness. It was a Catch 22 situation and I remained alone.

In the meanwhile the net kept my fires burning and I explored the world of kink. I kept fantasizing about women till I saw her. She was far junior to me and I noticed her for her stunning looks, long hair and above all the variety of shoes she wore. I noticed her first when she sat next to me in and as I turned to her she smiled in respect. My nose drank in a sweet perfume and I couldn't take my eyes from her feet or rather shoes. From then, I fantasized only about one woman. I was in a frenzy and wanted to get to know her, which was impossible considering our age difference and professional status. Any enquiries about her from me would invite raised eyebrows and with my standing I couldn't imagine making a direct approach. I sought her out and eventually the cat was out of the bag and I knew it with the way she smiled at me and crossed her legs when I sat near her. The cloak of respect was gradually shed with her crossing her legs whenever I sat near her. I could never take my eyes off her feet and increasingly she used to remove her shoes and display her well-manicured feet sometimes bare and at other times stockinged. I discerned her intentions and gawked unashamed. One day she suddenly turned to me and asked:

"Sir, why do you always stare at my feet?"

"Because I love them and don't call me Sir. I am..."

"Of course I know you SK. And I am Sreelatha"

"Good " I said and got up and left.

That was my aggressiveness rearing its ugly head and she ignored me for a week. But then I was back in a feverish pitch and I tried to seek her out. My efforts were rewarded on the eighth day when I collapsed in the vacant seat beside her and apologized. She looked quizzically at me and crossed her legs. She was wearing a high-heeled shoe open at the toes and I could see the painted nails of her toes through her fishnet stockings. My mouth fell agape as she moved her legs towards me and tapped my legs with her shoes. I looked around embarrassed but did nothing to stop her and when I was sure no one was watching us, turned to her and asked:

"Shall we talk over the phone?"

"About what? My legs?" she asked.

"Yes. Your feet precisely."

"Will you worship them?"

I took a sharp breath and looked squarely at her face and said, "Yes."

I never imagined I had a foot fetish, but my reading sure informed me as to what I was to do. I casually took out a note pad and asked her number.

"I'll call you," she said. "But when are you alone in your office?"

I said I leave office by around 8.30 and am alone from around 7.30.

She rubbed me over my leg and got up and left as I admired her long hair knotted in braids, falling down to her calves accentuated by her round buttocks.

I couldn't do any work in the evening and anxiously waited for her call. I shooed out the entire staff and went on the net to explore foot fetish. Each ring of the telephone sent my heart thumping and I regretted sending off the entire staff since I was obliged to myself attend all calls and reply to the various queries. At 8.00 I again reached for the ringing telephone, distracted from a good story of foot fetish, and barked exasperatedly into the telephone.

The husky 'Hello' confirmed who it was and I felt the rush of adrenaline. We got on famously and agreed to communicate daily. I suggested the messenger since we could do it without arousing any suspicion. She reminded me of the time and I looked at the clock, which showed 9 P.M. As we were concluding she suddenly asked, "SK will you apologize to me on your knees?"

Then and there I slipped down and said, " I am sorry Mistress."

She giggled and said, "Don't call me that. Sree will be fine."

I said, "Sree honestly I am on my knees."

She caught her breath and said, " I didn't mean now. I just wanted to know whether you will be ready to do that in my presence."

I replied, "Sree just tell me when you will be present. Your slave is ready."

She giggled again and said, " I don't want you to be my slave but I actually admire you. I was turned on with your offer of submission. And that too an aggressive man like you?"

I laughed and said," I'll be putty in your hands. But when do we meet?"

"SK give me more time and lets get to know each other better," she said.

My courtship continued for a month before she relented to meet me. We neither could meet in public nor in our respective houses and the only place was my office where I am alone on Saturday afternoons. She was divorced and living with her parents. My Office was in a busy building and none would notice her coming in.

Saturday afternoon, after lunch, I whistled as I entered my empty office. I locked it and went straight to my room and waited in anticipation. At about two I jumped to take the ringing telephone and heard her now familiar husky voice, "SK I am just moving to the stairs."

She disconnected and I left the phone on the table and dashed to the entrance and gazed through the glass partition. None could see me from outside but I could see her climbing the stairs and the first thing I noticed was her hair tied up in a bun on her head resembling a tilted crown. As she came up I saw her wearing a business suit and a gold necklace gripping her neck like a collar with matching earrings and dark glasses against the raging sun. She had a leather hand bag gripped under her left arm and my gaze went down to see her feet covered in black high heeled shoes with tie down laces. Just as she reached the door I yanked it open and as she slipped in I closed it and locked it and in one motion turned around and dropped to my knees. My heart was pounding as she turned and stood for a moment watching me on my knees. Her glasses covered her eyes and her quivering lips more or less conveyed her emotions. As she gazed at me, a strand of hair fell on to her forehead. She approached me and with both hands hugged me and I nuzzled against her stomach reveling in the soft perfume and a strong smell, which she later told me, was of the hair remover. As she moved away her handbag slipped from her hands and landed on my neck. I looked at the wet patch from her armpit and unconsciously brought it to my nose.

"My pet seems to be a regular sniffer." She said and I gazed up to see her pleased look.

She leaned forward and tugged at the bag, still hanging on my neck and I instinctively went on all fours. She led me to my cabin and stood near my chair with her back to me and whispered "Kiss me". For a minute I was confused but I caught on fast and kissed her ample buns and she pressed it to my face. She then collapsed onto my chair with me on all fours in front of her. She took the handbag and placed it on the table and crossed her legs with one boot tantalizingly close to my face. I longingly looked at her and as she commanded with her eyes I pressed my lips to her toes kissing them fully. The smell of leather mingled with the pungent smell of the hair remover sent my head reeling. She tucked the shoe under my chin and raised my face forcing me to be on my knees.

"My pet why don't you show yourself to me?" she asked.

I hastened to unbutton my shirt and I heard her husky whisper, "Slowly and one by one."

I was under her spell and watched her reclining in my chair and slowly stripped off my shirt. She leaned down and unbuckled my belt and rolled my pants down to my knees. She looked at me in my briefs and leaned over to caress my small breasts. Over my brief she took both my nipples at the areoles between her thumb and forefinger. She applied light pressure and pulled them. I looked down at her painted nails and marveled at her as pleasure coursed through my body from the nipples, which I had never thought of as a erogenous zone for a man. I felt a deep desire to please her and a wave of pleasure passed through me making me shudder. She motioned me to get up and watched me as I removed my clothes. I stood naked before her and at a command from her eyes went back to my knees on the carpeted floor. She got up and came near me and took of her blazer and laughed out as she put it over my head. As the blazer landed on my head covering my face her smells filled me and I obediently stood on my knees, blinded but filled with her smells. I heard her moving around and wondered at the situation not knowing what is happening around me. As she lifted the blazer I saw her in a sleeveless blouse, reclining in my chair with her hair in braids falling down her left shoulder to her ample lap.

"Pet, why don't you remove my shoes?" she asked me. As I bend down to untie her laces she pulled her legs back and said, "Not with your hands."

I looked at her surprised and she puckered her lips and threw a kiss at me and bared her teeth. I caught on fast and bend over and took the loose end of the lace on her left shoe with my teeth and pulled. I worked with my teeth on the lace and loosened her shoe as she took the left shoe off with her right shoe. Her leg came out and I gazed at it and stretched to give it a kiss. But she pulled back and motioned to her right leg. I loosened the lace, again with my teeth and I suddenly felt her stockinged feet on my back moving the length of my spine to the nape of my neck. Her right leg came out and rested on my left shoulder and her left leg moved to my right shoulder and pressed me down to the sweet smells of the now open shoe. I reveled in the smells as one of her legs traversed up and down my spine slowly massaging my back. Then she bid me back on my knees and as I rose she proffered her legs to me. I hugged them and pressed them to my face and from another world I heard her say, " Pet, you wanted to worship my feet?"

I looked up at her and slowly removed the stockings and as they came off she wriggled her painted toes. I reverently took her feet in both my hands and pressed the instep to my face. I snaked my tongue out and licked her arch causing her to giggle. I sucked on the toes and gazed at her relaxed and reclining on my chair and obviously enjoying the attentions. I felt an innate desire to please her more and licked between her toes and moving down to the soles. She was still wearing her dark glasses and I longed to see her eyes but knew better than to ask. She moved her hands back and crossed them resting her head on her crossed palms. I could see the clean-shaven pits and I couldn't resist licking my lips. My cock was throbbing and she just threw gazes at it.

She laughed aloud and asked me, " You want a sniff?"

I was speechless and this was a wet dream coming true. I vigorously nodded and saw the inviting look on her face. But she suddenly came forward and cupped my mouth saying, "But no licking." I could just nod desperately and as she resumed her position I crawled on my knees to smell her armpits. I snuggled my face in and took long breaths, which made me headier. I was completely in her hands or rather pits and I crawled on my knees to smell both her armpits as she reclined in MY chair! The silk blouse was sending sparks and I could see the outline of her ample breasts. I saw her opening her blouse through my half closed eyes and marveled at the twin orbs jutting out and her thick nipples straining at her black lace brassiere. She turned slightly and arched forward and I buried my face between her breasts inhaling to my hearts content. She giggled and pushed me away and I watched her removing her blouse. I looked at them hungrily and slowly brought my hands up to caress them.

"Don't touch," she hissed and playfully smacked my cheek with her palm. She put her hands under her breasts and tantalizingly offered it to me. I got on fast and opened my mouth and she pushed one luscious nipple in and I sucked it through the brassiere. As I sucked gently she let her hands drop and caressed my small breasts and took my nipples thickly between her thumb and index and applied pressure. She moaned as her pleasure increased and the soft pain on my nipples increased with her mounting pleasure. I felt my cock on the verge of bursting and was ashamed of an ejaculation even without a touch. She repeated with her other breast and when the pressure increased on my nipples I unwittingly let out a yelp and I saw the look of disappointment cross her face.

I felt a pang cross my heart and I immediately prostrated at her feet and kissed them begging for forgiveness.

I heard her say " Pet, I can't have you interrupting our sessions." And she added " That is only if you want to continue this." I nodded desperately.

" Then," she said, " I will have to train you to be more pain tolerant."

I didn't know what I was getting myself into but unconsciously I felt my head nodding.

She laughed out and said, " This is one time I would prefer you addressing me Mistress"

I blurted, "Yes. Mistress"

"Good," she said as she got up. She looked marvelous in her black pants and brassiere with her hair felling over her shoulder. She pushed her hair back and slowly put her feet inside the shoes. Without asking I tied her laces and kissed her shoes as she towered above me. She moved closer to me and her crotch was near my face. I could feel her heat and smell and I longed to bury my face there. She caught me by my hair and pressed my face into her crotch muttering...

" You are mine...You are mine."

I felt a wave of pleasure pass through my body and felt relaxed and totally in her control. A strange feeling of release from responsibility took over me and I felt myself falling into an endless vortex. I was roused when she pushed me away and took her stockings and unfurled it. She brought it to my nose and ordered me to sniff it. I inhaled and again felt myself filled by her smells. She pushed it into my mouth and as I sucked it put the other one over my nose. I sucked and inhaled and felt myself falling deeper. After about a minute she took both stockings and moved behind me and asked me "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I said.

I felt her hand slap my bottom, "Yes, What?"

I was perplexed for a moment as I felt her hand linger on my bottom squeezing my bun.

"Pet, You disappoint me. How are you to address me?"

I was ashamed that I failed her and whispered,

"Yes Mistress."

"Good," she said as she slapped and squeezed my other bun.

Then she took my arms and tied them with the wet stockings, behind my back. Then I saw the brassiere landing on the chair before me and heard her command, " Spread them and kiss them". I labored with my face and kissed her black lace brassiere. I longed to turn around to see her twin orbs. I felt the other stocking over my eyes and she tied it securely behind my head totally blinding me. A wave of apprehension swept over me as I heard her " Do you want me to stop?"

"No." I added desperately, "No Mistress."

I felt her hand behind my head pushing my face into the seat of the chair and her brassiere. I inhaled deeply in that posture as I felt the first smack on my bun. I flinched and knew that it was my Table Tennis bat. It was repeated on the other bun and then I felt her palm on my right bun as her other hand went around my hip and hovered near my cock. As she squeezed my bun I felt her hands on my throbbing cock and heard her labored command, "Do not come until I tell you."

I gritted my teeth and held back as I felt her nails painfully teasing my cock hole. Pre-cum oozed out and she brought her fingers to my nose and then to my mouth. I sucked on her fingers as I felt the next slap on my bun. I heard her asking me

" Do you realize how painful it is for me to hurt you?"

I desperately tried to nod on the seat of the chair as I felt the next one. As she continued I could feel my ass cheeks reddening and my erection slowly subsided. She delivered ten on each and I could hear her labored breath behind me. She untied my blindfold and ordered me to turn around. As I turned I saw her in her black boots and pants with nothing covering her top but for the gold collar necklace and her breasts heaving at the effort. Small beads of sweat glistened on her breasts and I longed to lick them up. She bent over me with her breasts playing on my face and untied my hands. I almost snaked my tongue out but caught myself. She still had her dark glasses and she went back to the chair once more going behind me " Would you not like to thank me?"

I heard her say and as I turned I saw her reclining in my chair with one leg on the arm of the chair. I bent down and kissed her shoes thanking her profusely as I heard her say

" Lick them for me."

I snaked my tongue out and licked her left shoe sparkling clean. Then I went to work on her dangling leg and then she took of her dark glasses revealing her hazel dark eyes; two brimming pools of lust and longing. As she got up I moved away and she slowly stepped out of her pants. She had on a black silky panties and I saw the obvious wetness on her crotch. She went back to her posture with one leg upon the arm and her panties covered crotch fully visible to me. She slowly raised the tip of her long hair and playfully teased my face with it. As I inhaled the sweet smells of her hair she beat me on my cheeks with her hair. She was using me as her toy and I was more than willing.

" Start with my legs and go up slowly," I heard her say.

I licked the sole of her raised feet first and licked my way up to her knee. Then I repeated on her other leg. As I reached her knee she opened her legs and I took the cue. I trailed a narrow path through her thigh and ended up in her panties covered crotch. As I sucked on the panties desperately trying to wet them I heard her moan. She laughed at my vain attempts to wet the silk panties and thrust my tongue in. After a few minutes she raised herself and on her silent command, rolled her panties down. She stepped out of them gracefully and as she lay back in the chair I brought her panties first to my nose and then to my mouth and sucked it. She grunted and I watched amused as she covered her pussy with the tip of her hair. She roughly took away her panties and threw it away and pulled my head down to her hair-framed pussy. I choked and went to work licking the hairs away and pushing my tongue in. I felt her leg move and play with my cock and I licked more fervently. She let out a deep moan and pressed my head and I went to work earnestly thrusting my tongue in and licking her pussy. Her raised leg came down and my head was placed in a vice between her legs as she let out a yelp. I was breathless and my head was held in a vice and then I felt her thighs relaxing and I gasped sucking air in.

She bent over and kissed me full on my lips pushing her tongue in and went on her knees embracing me and I let myself be lost in her fold.

" Now, you, my pet" she said and pushed me down to lie on my back. She put her feet across my hips and as I lay there between her feet as she slowly unbraided her hair letting it fall over her shoulders and also her back and it was such a luscious site that my cock throbbed with anticipation. She looked down at me and smiled as she lowered herself on to my cock. I felt her hands on my cock leading me in and it was pure ecstasy. A strange warmth engulfed my cock and as she moved up and down I moaned. She put her arms under her ample arms and offered them to me. I rose on my elbow and alternately took her nipples in my mouth. She continued moving up and down my shaft and my eyes looked at her desperately. She just smiled and slowed. When I could no longer restrain myself, she saw it in my eyes and shouted, "NOW."