Kelly strode over to the expensive digital camera mounted on the tripod at the far end of the kitchen. Scrunching her left eye, she peered into the viewfinder with her right eye for one final check. Happy with the view, she carefully clicked the video record button. The first few seconds began elapsing on the LCD screen. Marching excitedly to the second tripod-mounted camera, which faced the kitchen side-on, Kelly repeated the process. Both cameras were now recording. She sauntered back into the picture, her image filling both screens.
Posing with her hands on her hips, Kelly assessed the scene again. The kitchen was spacious, modern and top-to-ceiling clean. It was night outside, but the kitchen was well lit from within. A row of expensive spotlights decorated the ceiling. The blinds by the double-window remained intentionally open. The trendy black and silver kitchen table with matching chairs had been temporarily moved to the far end of the room. They needed a clear area this evening. Normally they'd be entertaining their well-to-do friends over good food and fine wine in this room. But not tonight. Tonight was an altogether different dining experience.
Kelly's boyfriend Jon was on his hands and knees in the centre of the room. The two cameras captured him side on and from his rear. He was naked aside from studded black leather collars around his neck, wrists and ankles. He was also wearing nipple clamps, clearly visible in the viewfinder of the side-on camera. Across his ass, Kelly had crudely written the word 'cum slut' in her ruby red lipstick - one additional layer of humiliation. The entire evening was set up perfectly, another highlight in their extraordinary kinky sex life.
They'd met just over two years ago, introduced by mutual friends. They'd clicked straight away - emotionally, intellectually and physically. Especially physically. The sex was intense, fiery and electrifying. And as both discovered, they shared many of the same kinks and dark desires. It became a huge part of their lives, the exhilaration and excitement of discovering new limits and previously unknown pleasures. Roleplay, exhibitionism and humiliation were just a few of their favourites.
Kelly strutted around the room, taking her time and sexily posing in front of the cameras. She smiled provocatively. Her long brunette hair was tied back, her make-up meticulously applied. For tonight's show, Kelly sported a tight white cropped t-shirt with no bra. Her nipples were hard and erect, straining against the stretchy fabric. She'd also chosen a tight-fitting pair of light blue denim jeans with no panties. Her shaved pussy felt great against the cold, industrial denim. A lubricated butt plug was nestled snugly in her ass, adding to her highly aroused state.
A very attractive woman, Kelly had many desirable and enviable physical features. Her tanned complexion, hazelnut eyes, pert breasts, pear-shaped ass and smooth-as-silk long legs were all A-List goods. Jon took great pleasure in watching other men ogle his girlfriend in public. But if there was one feature he adored most, it was her feet. Small, soft, supple, sexy and beautiful was how he'd describe them. On the top of her right foot was a small tattoo of a Chinese symbol meant to represent fertility and playfulness. The tattoo had been a recent addition, one she'd chosen carefully while away on business. She knew it would drive him wild and hadn't been disappointed at his reaction when revealing it last month during a hot oil footjob. That evening her perfectly pedicured toenails were painted bright red. She liked many colours but red was probably her favourite. It was so slutty. Girly pink was a close second. Her feet were encased in a pair of eye-popping black six inch open-toe stiletto heels. The ultimate pair of 'fuck me' shoes.
Kelly was only too aware how much Jon adored and cherished her feet. She'd lost count how many times he'd sniffed, licked, sucked and cum on them. The power it gave her felt incredible.
Her heels clicked slowly and enticingly on the wooden floor as she sauntered over to him, a wooden stool in her hand. On reaching him, she hovered over his frame like a mighty goddess, before placing the stool directly in front of him.
Jon's head was bowed and body still. The very sound of those six inch heels edging closer had sent goose bumps across his muscular frame. Every part of his body was in a heightened state. He loved the feel of the leather collars around his neck, wrists and ankles. Likewise the nipple clamps. It made him feel degraded, heavily submissive and vulnerable, like he wasn't in control of anything, which was very much the case this evening. When Kelly had scrawled 'cum slut' across his bare ass in her red lipstick, he had no idea what she had written until she announced it to the camera a few moments later. He then felt that wonderful pang of sexual excitement, her additional act of degradation pushing him further into his submissive state. His dick was already twitching and hard, his balls heavy and full. He hadn't been allowed any sex for the past week and masturbating was definitely off the menu. His thick cock ached and throbbed in anticipation of what was to come, knowing every sordid detail was being recorded.
The filming of their sexual activities evolved naturally from their mutual kinks. Both were exhibitionists. Both liked to take explicit pictures of each other. And both liked to watch themselves fuck on camera. They'd made several films now; Jon's competent video editing and production skills coming in very handy. As with previous films, Jon would apply his editing/production skills and upload to several of their favourite porn sites in the 'Amateur' section. It usually took a couple of days. And then they'd wait for the views and comments. It turned them both on like crazy! The comments especially. They'd never been let down by the sheer number of depraved, disgusting and humiliating messages received on their uploaded videos. Kelly in particular loved being told what a ''nasty fucking whore'' she was how they would ''cum hard in every hole'' by the perverted members, 99% of which were male. Jon loved to read those comments too. They often fucked while reading them. Of course, they always blurred their faces to avoid anyone recognising them. They both had professional jobs and couldn't take the risk of showing their faces, despite the thrilling urge every time to show themselves fully.
Kelly bent down in front of the kneeling Jon, steadying herself by placing her hand on his left shoulder. She lifted up her right leg and slipped her foot out the stiletto. She placed the stiletto directly underneath him before sitting back on the wooden stool she'd placed in front of him. Bending forward on the stool, Kelly whispered softly in his right ear.
"Mmmm, you love my kinky stilettos don't you slut? I've been wearing them all day. My feet are so hot and sweaty. I just know you want to worship them. Lower you face into my stiletto and savour that wonderful scent."
Jon didn't need a second invitation. His dropped his head at record speed into her shoe, sniffing deeply, inhaling the scent of her wonderful feet deep into his lungs. He felt his veiny cock swell even more.
"There's a good slave. Doesn't it smell so good? Now lick and kiss the metal heel for me," encouraged Kelly.
Jon did as he was told, craning his neck sideways to lick and kiss attentively at the cold shiny heel. At the same time, he eyed Kelly's exposed red toenails to the left of him.
"Hmmm, I can see you're looking at my toes as well you devious little foot slut," Kelly said, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to resist a peek.
She pulled the stool closer. Picking up the heel, she placed it on her lap and then dangled her right foot tantalisingly in front of him. Jon greedily and instinctively darted forward but she instead pressed her foot hard against his face, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"My foot requires proper worship slave. I want each toe properly licked, sucked, kissed and adored. Are you up to that task?" she said sternly.
Jon nodded like a puppy. ''Yes Mistress Kelly."
She let her foot slide down his face into his eager mouth. He let out a deep moan as her toes slipped into his hungry, waiting mouth. Jon ran his tongue over each toe, sucking them delicately and then with more vigour. Kelly whimpered, contracting her anal muscles at the same time to intensify the impact of the butt plug as her foot-slut continued to devour and worship her pretty feet. Her dainty red toenails were glistening on account of all the saliva Jon was coating them with. They were both in bliss, eyes tightly closed and lost in the moment. Kelly loved having her toes sucked. Along with her clit and nipples, they were the most sensitive areas of her body. She leaned back a little on the stool and began pinching and twisting her nipples through the t-shirt.
"Such a good little foot worshipper," she said breathily, sliding her foot even further into his accommodating mouth.
Aware of maintaining her dominance, she suddenly pulled her foot away. Kelly saw the look of disappointment on Jon's face. She grinned. How she loved to control him like this. Bending down, she carefully encased her foot again in the slutty open-toe stiletto. They felt so sexy worn with the tight jeans and cropped t-shirt. She stood up, pushed the stool back and ambled round to the back of Jon, instructing him to remain in his hands and knees position. She squatted behind Jon, but to the side so she wasn't blocking the view of the rear camera. She'd made that mistake before. Not this time though. Kelly inspected his cock. It was rock hard and dripping with pre-cum.
"Oh yes you cum slut, you're definitely ready for your milking!" she purred.
Kelly turned to face the rear camera. The exhibitionist in her took over. Bringing her left hand to her mouth, she licked her palm in a slow, exaggerated manner before gripping Jon's cock between his legs, forcibly yanking it downwards. Jon let out a moan. With her other hand she slipped her index finger all the way into his pre-lubed anus. Despite it easily slipping in, he still gave a little forward buck and moan. Both cameras continued to vividly capture every sordid detail.
Kelly began slowly milking his cock, gently massaging his prostate at the same time - two acts she was extremely well-skilled in. Jon could only drop his head further and grunt. He knew he wouldn't last long with this kind of intense double stimulation. Not to mention the thrill of knowing every stroke, every thrust in his ass was being filmed. More pre-cum flowed from his cock, now a sticky thin stream pooling on the wooden floor. Kelly continued at a controlled pace, twisting his dick every now and again, marvelling at the gooey mess he was making on their kitchen floor. But she didn't want him cumming yet. This was only the warm-up act. Kelly slid her finger out his ass and unclasped her hand from his pulsing cock.
"I don't want you cumming yet slave," she barked.
"I've a lot more use for you. My feet aren't the only things I want you to worship."
She stood up and moved directly in front of the rear camera. Kelly loved to undress herself. First, she slipped off her stilettos for the second time that evening. Then with a devilish smile, she leisurely unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down and off, kicking them away with her right foot. The camera now had a fantastic view of her shaved cunt and long, tanned legs. A shiver went up her spine. She decided to keep the cropped t-shirt on for now. It made her look and feel even more like a whore.
Barefooted, she strolled back in front of Jon, standing with her back to him. Kelly bent forward, placing her hands on her knees, baring her delicious pear-shaped ass - and the butt plug - in full glory. Jon was transfixed on the exposed sex toy, cosily entrenched in her asshole, just inches from his face. She reached behind and little by little tugged the butt plug from her asshole. The final two inches popped out her sphincter and made a slight squelchy noise. She turned round to face Jon, holding the shiny black plug in front of her like a rare and precious jewel.
