Devoted To Andreea Ch 01

AUTHOR'S NOTE: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. This is a work of Celebrity fan Fiction with several femdom related elements.

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It all started when I moved to Bucharest, where my family has a house that was vacant, and I shifted there. We had managed the house very well, but no one used to live there because my parents passed away during COVID, so I rented it out, and I had to travel to various cities around Europe as part of my job. Finally, I quit the roaming job to settle for a low-paying job in Bucharest.

My name is Raul, 35, single. I am a vivid high heel worship addict. I love sexy feet in sexy heels. I would do anything for beautiful girls; I become so submissive whenever any cute girl asks for anything. I used to stare at beautiful women who wore sexy heels in public places and clubs without any shame; beautiful girls have a very strange but powerful control over me.

I still remember the day, 02-October-2022, the day I saw my goddess for the first time while browsing through Instagram; it was her birthday as well. On that post, she was posing with pink roses in her hand, a lot of balloons, in front of a gift-wrapped Mercedes Benz car. She was wearing a light pink Bodycon dress and strapped high heels to complement her look; she was absolutely a mind-blowing beauty, a stunner in every aspect, a born goddess from head to toe. I read the caption on the post and was even more surprised that she just turned 18 on that day. As I clicked on her profile, I got to know her name as Andreea Bostanica, singer, 2 million followers already. I became her fanatic from that day onwards. As I dug deep around the internet, I found that she originated from Moldova but was currently living in Bucharest.

Since that day I had spent every night of my life writing out descriptions of her divine beauty in my little diary, every day dreaming about elaborate fantasies that would eventually end up in the diary, and my every breath seeking the divine scent of her feet. My iPhone screen wallpaper will usually be of her latest Instagram post; sometimes I set my wallpaper to only her feet with high heels. The first thing I do when I wake up is look at her face, and even the thing I see before going to bed is also her face or her feet. I have bought all of her songs from iTunes; I even had a couple of her posters get printed on my white T-shirts. I listen to any one of her songs when I wake up and when I go to sleep; once a week I would direct message her any poem I've written. Of course, she doesn't reply to my messages, but still I was doing it every week; all this was my new routine. I was totally mad about her; I wanted to live for her my whole life. Andreea was my whole world now. Even though I knew successful, beautiful women like her would never let a middle-aged average man like me anywhere near her.

One day, Andreea posted something on her story, which made me so excited. It was "ask me anything," which is inviting any type of questions or statements from her fans; she is going to answer them. I was super excited but nervous as well, because I had a lot of things to ask and didn't know which one to ask or whether I should just give her compliments. Finally, I made up my mind to be brave, and I am not going to get these types of chances often.

My message "You're the most beautiful girl in the world, I am your diehard fan, I am a big foot fetish addict; can you give me one of your used high heels?" My heart started pounding faster as I hit the send button; I've never been so open about my insane love for high heels. Maybe her beauty just pushed me over the edge to be free. Many thoughts run through my mind: What if she gives an answer to my question and adds it to her story? Then the whole world, especially my friends and colleagues, will know about my fantasies. What if she finally got annoyed by my constant irritating poems and blocked me forever? All these crazy thoughts ran around my mind. I choose to face whatever comes next.

The next day, actually nothing happened. She answered many questions of others on her story; there was no mention of my message. It is a sense of relief but equally disappointing to know that your message got washed out by thousands of other questions. A couple of days passed, and then something unexpected happened: I got a DM from Andreea on Instagram. I couldn't believe my eyes. I said to myself, "What the hell is happening?" As I opened and read the reply to my question.

Andreea: "Are you serious? You really want my high heels?" with a laughing emoji at the end.

Even though it was quite embarrassing, I didn't care even a little about that because I got the attention of my beauty goddess.

Me: "Please Andreea, I am so mad about you, I desperately want your heels." I had to wait till next day to get another reply from her.

Andreea: "Well I've got many fans requesting for a selfie with me or an autograph, but you're the first one to request my heels, certainly my first heels freak fan I should say [laughing emoji]"

Me: "I am truly honoured by your message, please give me any of your high heels, even dirty and broken ones will do, please Andreea please." I got no reply from her on that day.

Next day morning -- NO REPLY, evening -- NO REPLY, I was so desperate for her attention. I quickly messaged couple of short self made poems and added.

Me: "Please reply me Andreea, I will come to whichever place you tell me to, please give me your gift."

Me: "Please...Please." Still No reply on the next day, I got panic.

Me: "Don't ignore me please, I am so addicted to you Andreea, I think we should exchange our phone numbers so that I can be in contact with you anytime." After three or so hours I messaged her again.

Me: "I'll do anything for you, no matter how difficult it will be, please reply Andreea, I can't stand this silence ....please I beg you please gift me your high heels." I added another poem, now I am a certified loser.

Andreea finally replied me in the evening, I was over joyed to see her message.

Andreea: "Stop spamming my inbox with your ridiculous set of messages Idiot, if you send more than two messages consecutively without waiting for my reply, I'll block you instantly for good." My heart literally stopped after reading those words, it was all my bad to spam her so much messages, I scrolled back and counted, I have sent 15 individual messages, no wonder she is angry at me.

Me: "I am extremely sorry Andreea, it won't happen again, please forgive me. I'll do as you say, from now on I'll stick to couple of messages and wait till you reply." Luckily she was online. She replied within minute for the first time.

Andreea: "what is your age?"

Me: "35"

Andreea: "For a 35 year old man, you don't have basic mannerism; don't you know how to address superior successful people? How dare you call me by my name?" my heart skipped a beat when I saw this message.

Me: "I am sorry ma'am, I understand what you're trying to say. I am not going to repeat this mistake, again I am extremely sorry ma'am."

Andreea: "Tell me what you do for living and that will give me clear insight about you."

Me: "I travel around world mainly European cities trying to get clients for products of our company, ma'am."

Andreea: "So you literally go begging to other countries for your company, like a scavenger in suit & tie." I didn't know what to say, she sent me another message.

Andreea: "Now I know how you got your expert begging skills."

Me: "Yes, ma'am. You can say that."

Andreea: "I am not going to give my phone number to peasants like you, so know your worth & stay in your lane and be grateful that I am atleast messaging you here."

Me: "I am eternally grateful for this ma'am, it's like a dream come true. I can't thank you enough for chatting with me. I'll never wrong you again. Thank you... Thank you... Thank you so much."

Andreea: "I know why you were calling me by my name, you must've thought that I am a young and naïve girl, who doesn't deserve proper respect and since you're elder to me I must be calling you 'SIR', is this you thought?"

Me: "Certainly not ma'am, I'll never think of you like that." Even though I messaged her like that but unknowingly what's she saying is true to some extent, I called her by her name by sub-consciously. Then she stopped messaging me, I didn't messaged her again but was looking at my phone every minute for her next reply, which didn't came on that day.

Next day in the noon I received two messages from her,

Andreea: "Action speaks louder than words Raul."

Andreea: "Why should I gift my luxury high heels to you? Those heels are worth more than you to be honest. Its price is certainly more than your salary." I didn't want to argue with her, I was totally submitted to her.

Me: "Good Afternoon ma'am, you've shown me my rightful place ma'am."

Andreea: "I can't trust you, you're so fake, in one message you say you'll do anything for me, in the next message you demand my phone number."

Me: "I'll do anything for you ma'am, that's the truth. Ask me anything, I'll do it as if my life depends on it."

Andreea: "I think it is time to put those big words of yours to test. Do you have a place in Bucharest?"

Me: "Yes ma'am, I have, it is rented now, since I am always on a travel."

Andreea: "Good, Quit your job from tomorrow and move to Bucharest, let's see if you can do this." She just shook my whole life in one simple message, I never ever thought she would be demanding things so serious. I quickly typed.

Me: "As you wish ma'am." And that's one message gone, I am allowed only one more message. FUCK! I think see saw my message and didn't bother to give any reply. I took my own time to assess the gravity of the situation and how much of a significant change it will make to my life.

After five hours of overthinking, I realized Things are easier said than done, either I have to lose Andreea or my job, another hurdle is to vacate my home in Bucharest from tenant who still has 6 months left as per mutual agreement. That's the only property I have in Bucharest. I made a phone call to him. He refused at first but finally I was able to convince him, by paying back his 2 months rent. He'll be vacating the house within 2-3 days.

Now about my job, I have been in this company for a decade, I'll be getting promoted in next few months for sure. I decided to talk to managing director personally next day, I rechecked my Instagram but no reply from her so far.

Next day I talked with my Managing director regarding my resignation, he was shocked when he heard my resignation, he tried to lure me with all pay rise and immediate promotion but finally he gave up and accepted my resignation letter and arranged a send off party in the evening. I can't believe what is pushing me to throw everything away just to please a 19 year old girl, but this is what it takes to be in touch with her, then so be it. I said goodbyes to everyone of my colleagues, packed my stuff from office and packed my clothes in the room, next morning I traveled to Bucharest. I stayed in a Hotel for couple of days, I settled in my home as soon as as my tenant moved out. It's been 4 days since Andreea messaged me, I only have one more message, so I should make it count.

I took a selfie of me in my home, tagged it to the message.

Me: "I quit my job and moved back to Bucharest ma'am, just as you told me to do." There it is, now I just have to wait. I felt as if I have placed my whole life at her feet.

She didn't reply me for nearly one week, waiting for her message was becoming unbearable for me. Finally she messaged me.

Andreea: "Good boy, I like it when dogs wait patiently till their owner return." [laughing emoji] it was sheer humiliation, waiting for a teenage girl to reply me for days together, imagining all this domination fantasy was one thing but actually getting humiliated in real life is another level of embarrassment.

Me: "Thank you for messaging me ma'am, I am so happy right now. [watery eyes emoji]."

Andreea: "Did my puppy dog thought it's lost? remember...if my puppy is obedient, respectful and loyal, your owner will not abandon you. [smirk emoji] "

Me: "I'll stay loyal, obedient & respectful to you always ma'am, you're a goddess of my dreams, your beauty and your voice is beyond comparison and so intoxicating to me. I haven't been able to think about anything but you since the day I saw you."

Andreea: "I get that from your little pathetic poems."

Me: "Ma'am, a small request. Is there any way to have any of your heels?" I was so nervous about how she might react to my request.

Andreea: "I already told you there worth, even for my broken heels, you have to earn it. Now are you ready for your next command doggy?" it was so humiliating to get called 'doggy' by an young girl. I just want to impress her.

Me: "Yes ma'am, I am eagerly waiting for it."

Andreea: "STAY" that was her message, which is akin to telling her dog to remain in a certain spot while she leaves or anything.

Me: "Yes ma'am." is the only things I could type. The sense of getting degraded by teenage beauty was making my dick erect like crazy, I badly wanted a release, I started stroking my dick by looking at her Instagram pics, I controlled myself after awhile and decided not to get a release.

Next day, there was no reply from her, I got a bad feeling that this is gonna be a long 'STAY' for me. In the evening I thought it might be a good thing to send my second and final message to impress her, I am sure sending another poem will be boring for her, I should think something out of the box. I was so horny to impress her that I actually thought of sitting like how an actual dog sits. I got on the floor on my fours, bent my legs like a dog's hind legs more like a frog sit, I kept my hands straight like a front dog with mu palms on floor. I looked at my front mirror, I looked like a human-dog. I took my phone immediately, set camera to a timer mode, set it up for a perfect shot, I pressed the button & resumed my human dog position. After couple of trail and error I got a perfect shot of myself in dog sitting position, I sent the pic to Andreea, with a puppy eyes emoji. I waited till late night, but got no message from her.

Next morning Andreea messaged me.

Andreea: "Not bad, looks like you are learning your rightful place. [laughing emoji]"

Me: "Thank you for teaching me a lesson and putting me in my place ma'am."

Andreea: "I understand that you've only been below average in your life because you must be following the counsel of other losers who are just like you."

Andreea: "Let's face it, you have very little chance of succeeding at this age either. Right now, working for other people's success is the finest thing you can do." In fact she is right or I don't why I have this urge to agree to no matter what she says.

Me: "You're right ma'am, at 35, I still haven't found a compatible girl, and I'm not doing well at work either. It's always been one step forward & two steps back my whole life."

Andreea: "My poor puppy, don't worry; your owner will lead; all you have to do is obey and follow commands. I want you to say everything to me regarding your secret desires."

Me: "Ma'am, I've always had a fetish for women's legs and High heels, for as long as I can remember, and it had become more intense as I got older and older, with unsuccessful vanilla date relationship with many girls. To be honest I'd never been much of a ladies' man, shy and awkward were my attributes, ma'am."

Andreea: "Go on."

Me: "Ma'am, when I saw your instagram post on your 18th birthday, I couldn't just look away. As hard as I tried to look away, my eyes kept going back to your strong thighs, shapely calves and those three straped high heels, I literally zoomed in those heels and kissed my phone."

Me: "You stayed on my mind that whole night, and I kept fantasizing about you ma'am and your gorgeous legs and those god damn high heels. I think Next morning, I got myself off five times fantasizing about looking at those Instagram posts."

Andreea: "You're such a sick pervert dog, you know."

Me: "I am extremely sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to offend you it's just that you're so damn gorgeous. At first, I was jealous of other young singers, models, and social media celebrities who were wealthy through content creation, not just of you, ma'am, as I was working 10--12 hours a day for a modest wage. I shamefully accept that I was bad mouthing about all you young successful beauties with my friends and colleagues, but as I grew older, that desire to serve young girls got intense, I started feeding on Femdom related content so much."

Andreea: "Tell me more."

Me: "I haven't been able to think about anything but you these days. I think I'm going crazy fantasizing about you so much, I want to worship you, I want to worship the ground you walk on, and to do whatever you say whenever you say." [bow down hands emoji]

Andreea: "Haha, its always fun to be a goddess to sore losers."

Andreea: "You believe you're attempting to be someone you're not because you've always adhered to the so-called Alpha Male code. Even though you're destined to fail, you believed that you could earn millions of dollars with that dating as many women as you want, and living a luxurious lifestyle by earning a degree in finance. However, notice what happens when you do something you don't want to do: you wind up bootlicking your superiors and traveling over Europe as a salesman, begging others to take your company products."

Me: "I am realizing these things now, ma'am."

Andreea: ""You may be asking yourself why I'm talking to a loser like you. After reading your first 'ask me' question, I looked into the topic and discovered that there are fetishes like this. I kind of liked it, and it makes me happy to know that I can call you the names I like and that you'll be okay with the humiliation. In fact, it not just makes me happy, it makes me wet."

Me: "I am all yours to command, whatever you show me with your feet, I'll keep it on my head and do it."

Andreea: "Quit sending me poetry messages on Instagram. I'll give you the address of the letter box in my mansion, its bit far from the crowded city. Every day, I want you to write me a handwritten poem or love note. Then, you should come to my mansion personally and place it in my mail box along with bunch of roses. I want you to amaze me by writing about how much you adore and worship me, how you can't live without me, how much you desire my high heels, and other such things. Of course, I want you to keep beating off while fantasizing about me as well, you don't need to seek my permission for it as of now but I just want you give me information about it, either before or after the act." I cannot believe what I was seeing, I wanted to pinch myself to check whether I am dreaming or is this for real.

Me: "I am Eternally grateful to you ma'am for showing me the way, I love you more than anything in this world."

Andreea: "Don't get carried away, I still think you have some masculine ego left in you but don't worry I'll strip it out of you in next few days, when I'm done with you, you'll be perfect for your new life."

Me: "I am ready for it ma'am." She sent me the address in the next message.

Me: "Thank you, ma'am."

Andreea: "STAY." There is that message again, it got me so hard this time. I wanted to beat it off this time.

Me: "As you command ma'am, I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna jerk off right here, right now ma'am."

I unbutton and unzip my pants. My cock was fully erect that was ignited by the combination of looking at her images and her humiliating words. I began tugging and stroking my penis desperately trying to get white liquid out of it. I kept pulling and stretching, I started beating off furiously, feeling the sting from jerking too fast and hard without any lubrication. I was getting sore and tired but I kept going, at a furious pace while staring at her 'STAY' message and her DP and drooling on myself, I finally made it within no time, during the climax I screamed "ANDREEA!"