Dominated By 2 Exotic Bitches

I stood outside Salima's apartment feeling more rage flood my bloodstream than I ever thought possible, and I mean that. It's not a joke, a euphemism, or an exaggeration but the literal truth. In that moment I was angrier than I'd ever been in my entire life and this bitch needed to know why. She'd humiliated me in that restaurant. In fact the word humiliation just doesn't do justice to what that bitch did because the English language currently has no word to describe the level of public embarrassment and shame she caused me. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing when she took me into that toilet and she clear as day was the sole reason for Greg Samuels walking in on me after I came all over myself.

I got up and ran out of the restaurant when I he saw me and drove home immediately. Once I got back I phoned work citing personal problems as my reason for having left the Manchester conference early and spent the next 4 days sitting in my apartment shitting my pants. By the weekend I still hadn't heard a peep from anyone at work about what happened. Hopefully that meant Greg hadn't told anyone what he saw and hopefully it meant he'd keep his mouth shut. I hadn't yet been disciplined so maybe that meant I was in the clear? he was a strict Christian so maybe he was so embarrassed by the whole incident that he just decided to keep it all to himself? Either way I was completely in the dark and irrespective of whether or not I was going to keep my job I was livid.

I beat my fist hard against the door of Salima's apartment more times than I could count, feeling raw skin and flesh pound painfully against hard oak and completely ignoring the sensation. I then waited in silence for exactly 3.5 seconds, heard zero response and pounded again until my right hand felt more like a spasming ball of pulsating electrical pain than a human limb.

'Salima! Saliiiimaaaa! Hurry the fuck up and get down here now!'

I heard her faint voice coming from deep in the apartment.

'Hold on, hold on I'm coming.'

'Get the fuck down here now, Salima!'

'I'm coming I'm coming.'

I carried on slamming the door regardless, was in mid strike when she opened it and almost took her face off with my fist. There she stood with her beautiful caramel skin, long luscious black hair, slim body and pert breasts encased in a tight fitting white blouse and legs that were toned yet incredibly sensual and feminine encased in a pencil skirt and semi opaque black stockings. It was always the same with this bitch. Always the smart and slightly formal sexy business look. Always doing her best to fuck with people's heads. Always trying to spur your mind to conjure up images of what you knew what she had to flaunt without her actually showing you a damn thing. Always being the sort of bitch who uses what she had to get what she wanted. But did she really think that was going to work with me anymore? The expensive perfume, the slightly unbuttoned shirt, the way she stood there 'absent-mindedly' dipping in and out of her designer heels at the doorstep; did she really think I was going to fall for that now?!

Before she could even finish saying hello I pushed right past her, marched right into her living room and took a seat without waiting for one to be offered.

'Sit.' I said, looking at her with pure, cold hateful venom in my eyes and the very same oozing from my voice.

She walked to the other side of the room, sat down on a couch opposite me, crossed her sexy legs and started dangling her right heel off the very tip toe of her nylon stockinged foot. She let it swing and sway from side to side in a rhythmical and almost hypnotic manner and never once dropped it. Quite amazing when you consider that she was basically balancing it on a single toenail.

'Give shit that a rest.'

'Give what a rest?'

'You know what the fuck I'm talking about. Quit the dangling bullshit.'

'I'm not doing it for your benefit, my feet are sweaty and I want to air them out.'

'I DON'T GIVE A FUCK HOW UNCOMFORTABLE YOUR FEET ARE, KEEP YOUR FUCKING SHOES ON AND LISTEN TO WHAT THE FUCK I'VE GOT TO SAY!' I shouted.

The bitch wouldn't stop playing games no matter what the situation was. She knew exactly what she was doing when she dangled her shoe like that in front of me. She knew what that would do to me. It wasn't subconscious and it certainly wasn't for her own benefit. If she really wanted to air her feet out she would have taken her shoes off well before I arrived but instead she kept them on and deliberately gave me that 'accidental display'.

But what hurt me most was the fact that I couldn't help but enjoy watching her dangle her shoe. That her deliberately accidental display had affected me. That the sight of her sexy little foot toying with her cute little heel as she sat there looking so beautiful, elegant and Goddamn sexy with one leg casually draped over the other made my dick start to swell. I hated that. I hated the feeling of being attracted to her. I hated the fact that no matter what my mind wanted to think about her, there was a deeper part of me that was completely intoxicated by her attitude and demeanour. I hated all of that but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she could move me like that. Not anymore.

She kept her leg crossed but put her shoe back on properly. My dick may not have liked that but my ego definitely did. Score one for me.

'This needs to stop.' I said.

'What needs to stop?'

'This.'

'What's this?'

'THIS! THIS! ALL OF THIS! THE SHIT YOU DID IN THE CAR, THE HOTEL ROOM, WHAT YOU DID AT THE DINNER TABLE! IT ALL STOPS NOW! DO YOU HEAR ME?!'

'I didn't do anything to you. You're a fully grown and well built man who can overpower me at any moment if he really wants to. If that hasn't happened yet then I can only imagine you've been enjoying our adventures together.'

'No. No I'm not. Not anymore. What happened at dinner crossed a line and I'm not standing for it. Greg Samuels walked into the toilet after you left and he fucking saw everything. I could lose my fucking job, Salima.'

She cracked a wry smile from the corner of her soft and luscious lips as she slowly uncrossed, stretched and recrossed her legs with the sensual aggression of predatory cat. The light shimmering sound of her stockinged thighs rubbing together caressed my ear drums causing my dick to stir and my fists to clench with rage.

'THIS ISN'T FUNNY!'

'I never said it was.'

'Here's what's gonna happen starting right here and right now. First, you're gonna apologise for what you did and you will do so in convincing fashion. Then, I'm gonna get up and carry myself out of this shit hole you call an apartment and after that our association as anything other than distant colleagues at work will be permanently over. I don't want to see you, touch you, hear your voice or have any reminder that you exist as a human being other than what's absolutely necessary, do you understand me!?'

Surprisingly, with those words, her confident demeanour fell to pieces before me. Her eyes dropped, her head hung low, her jaw went slack, her shoulders hunched over and she uncrossed her legs then held her knees together like a nervous Japanese schoolgirl. What I said to her clearly made an impact and I didn't even bother trying to hide my own smirk at the sudden change in the balance of power.

'I didn't mean to upset you, you know. I was just having fun and getting into the whole role play thing. I didn't really mean the things I said and I didn't mean to ruin things for you at work.' she said with her head held low.

'Well you did. You went way too far and now I don't want anything to do with you. Give me my fucking apology right now and get the fuck out of my life.'

'Look I'm sorry OK?'

She did it. She finally apologised and Goddamn did it feel good. But I needed to hear more.

'What? What's that? I didn't hear you?'

'Im sorry.'

And even more than that.

'Come again?'

'I said I'm sorry! OK?! I'm sorry! I fucked up. I went too far and I'm genuinely sorry. You've said that you never want to see me again and I understand and respect your decision but I just want you to know that I think you're an amazing guy. I honestly do and if I've given you the impression that I think otherwise then I can't possibly apologise enough. I've just never met anyone like you. You're amazing in so many ways and you have the same fetishes as me. I, I guess I got carried away, and, and I'm genuinely sorry. Honestly, I really am sorry and for what it's worth I'm sure your job's safe. Greg didn't say anything when he got back to the table and I've not heard anything around the company since either. He's a devout Christian so I honestly think he just saw what he saw and kept it to himself.'

I was still considering her words when she continued by saying the one thing that I honestly never expected to hear but made my heart sing nonetheless.

'Can you please forgive me? Please, I just need you to forgive me.'

And when she said that, when she begged me to forgive her, her entire aura fell apart. Her alpha female, sensual femdom bitch goddess image shattered into a million pieces to reveal the scared little girl that had always laid underneath. Seeing her sat there looking so humbled, so withdrawn, so completely and utterly defeated sent a dozen thrills down my spine.

I'd won. She knew it and I knew it. She may have bested me in several of sexual battles against me but by revealing how desperate she was to keep me in her life it was clear that I had won the ultimate war.

No matter how in control she seemed when she was dominating me or how hard I came, those sessions clearly meant more to her than they did to me. She was using them to cover up holes in her self esteem and when I threatened to take it all away from her the real Salima came to the surface. I was still revelling in my newfound position of power when I heard keys unlocking the front door and saw Maryse walk right into the living room.

Maryse was Salma's friend and housemate who I'd met briefly at the previous year's office Christmas party. This stunningly beautiful Latina had curly blonde hair that was dark but golden, deeply tanned Brazilian skin and a massive ass that was just built for swallowing dicks and faces whole. Maryse was a fitness model who spent 6 days a week in the gym and every inch of her body was a living testament to the benefits of hard exercise and clean eating. She was toned from head to toe with huge pert breasts, a washboard stomach and curvaceously muscular thighs that I dreamed of having wrapped tightly around my waist back at the Christmas party. She must have just come back from the gym because she was wearing nothing but a spots bra, yoga pants and gym shoes and what's more, her entire body was drenched with lubricating sweat. Little droplets of fluid rolled down her beautiful face, arms, breasts and abs with visible patches of moisture clinging to the ass and crotch regions of her yoga pants.

She clearly needed a wash, and I wanted nothing more than to march right over there, pin her down to the ground and cleanse her with my tongue.

'Hey. How is it going? She said casually with that hot Latin accent of hers.'

'Hey Maryse. It's cool, we're just chilling and shooting the breeze.' said Salima, lying through her teeth before turning around to face me. 'Hey, have you met my friend Maryse before?'

'Yeah, we met at the Christmas party last year.' I said, joining in the charade and pretending that Salima and I were actually on good terms.

'Oh, that is right!' said Maryse.'You were very cool dancer!'

'As were you.' I replied.

Maryse marched in my direction and sat her sweaty body down on the couch next to me. She then peeled off her gym shoes to expose two of the sexiest size 5 feet I've ever seen encased in sweat drenched, navy blue, ankle length nylon socks and an aroma that was nothing short of incredible. The smell was sharp, tangy and soft all at the same time as it snaked its way into my nose, glided down my spine and squeezed its way into my stiffening cock. And if that wasn't enough, she then put both of her perfectly formed feet on the couch and slowly peeled off her left sock and nonchalantly kicked it away causing it to land right on top of my open hand. Before I could begin to process the fact that my hand was now smothered in the foot sweat of a gorgeous 24 year old Brazilian fitness model, Salima opened her mouth to speak.

'Do your feet hurt?' She said, looking at Maryse sympathetically.

'Yes. I did 15 minutes of interval sprints and then plenty of plyometrics and calf raises. They are absolutely killing me.' Maryse replied in her husky Brazilian accent. She had a voice that was sultry enough to make a man hard just by reciting the alphabet and between that, the damp sock that was right on top of my hand and the bare sweaty foot that was inches away from both, my brain was starting to go towards its happy place. I found myself gripping her moist wet sock with all the strength I could muster, squeezing it with a vice-like grip until Maryse's 24 year old, Brazilian fitness model foot sweat oozed out onto my hand, hopefully making it smell just as strong as her sock and twice as wet.

Speaking of my hand, I discretely held it to my nose for exactly 4 seconds while breathing deeper than a man who was halfway through a waterboarding torture session. The scent of her foot was even more overpowering when experienced at such close range and nothing less than hot, raw, kinky, slutty, sweaty, steamy, smelly, and potent. I simply can't think of a single perfect word to describe the experience but what I can tell you is that it had my thick 8 inch cock slowly becoming bloated in my pants. I pulled my hand away from my nose just before Salima spoke. She glanced down at it and up at me before flashing a knowing smile in my direction but continued the conversation as if nothing happened before I could get embarrassed.

'You know who's brilliant at foot massages?' she said, looking in my direction with a wry smile.

'Oh, no. I cannot make him do that!' said Maryse.

'Of course you can. He's extremely good at it. You might even say he has a gift.'

'But my feet smell!'

'They're fine, just let him give you a massage.'

'No! No! I cannot subject him to my feet!'

'Subject him to what? Firstly your feet don't smell, and secondly, he's a professional masseuse and basically has a degree in reflexology.' Said Salima, spouting nothing less than pure bullshit to her friend and flatmate. 'He's an experienced and skilled reflexologist who will not only take away your pain but leave you feeling like a new woman so just stop complaining and learn to accept a good thing when it's offered to you.'

Maryse looked at me inquisitively, wanting to know whether or not what Salima said was true. I breathed a small prayer to all the gods I could name before casting her a nod and a smile that was just brimming with nothing less than pure alpha male cockiness. When that happened, Salima got up, walked towards the door, then stopped and turned around to face us both.

'Guys, I've just realised that what this situation needs is some alcohol.' She said, putting her coat on. 'I'll head out to the shops and get some liquor. Maryse, hopefully by the time I come back, your foot woes will be healed.'

With that, Salima shot me a sly smirk and left me alone in the flat with Maryse and her gorgeous and sweaty Brazilian fitness model feet. She'd engineered it so that I could spend some time giving Maryse a foot massage while she went out to get us drinks and to be honest that was an awesome move on her part. She didn't have to do that at all but she did and in my book that made her an excellent wing woman who'd come up with a fantastic method of apologising. I had to ask myself if maybe I was being a bit too hasty in deciding that I wanted nothing to do with her. She was hot as fuck, had beautiful feet that she knew exactly how to use and was more than willing to be help a brother out and grant him access to the feet of her friends as well. Women like that were like gold dust and not to be taken for granted so I realised that in no way could or should I ever cut her out of my life. I said my piece, she apologised profusely and then gave me some time alone with her gorgeous friends sweaty post workout feet as a gift. What more was there to say?

Maryse lay back on the couch and extended her soft feet onto my lap. One warm, moist and covered in a nylon sock and the other just as warm, just as moist but now completely bare and adorned with bright blue toenails and a gold anklet. I took the bare foot in my hands while the toes of the socked foot rested lightly against my thigh inches away from my now straining dick. Wanting to give this woman the best damn foot massage she'd ever had, I got to work immediately, rubbing my fingers in-between her perfectly formed toes and along her arches, using her own pungent sweat as lubrication. When I reached the balls of her foot she purred like a cat as the toes of her socked foot curled and uncurled against the inside of my thigh.

'Oh...Oh yes...that is where it hurts...yes...yes...right there...the ball of my foot..under the ball of my foot...rub it...rub it...rub it please.'

Music to my ears.

I held her bare foot up inches away from my lips and nose then used my strong fingers to knead, rub, explore massage every inch of the ball, working out the knots and relaxing it completely while I breathed in deeply but discretely. I looked over at Maryse. She was laying on her back with her eyes closed whispering to herself in Portuguese as the damp sole of her still socked foot began to slide from my knee to my crotch in a way that was teasingly smooth and excruciatingly slow. Despite my burgeoning levels of arousal, I continued to massage her bare foot, tending to it as though my main goal in life was its complete and utter satisfaction. Using my hands to worship and heal it, to rejuvenate it, to explore every inch of its sensual beauty as I took its heavenly scent deep into my lungs.

Without the slightest bit of warning or provocation, Maryse took her nylon sock encased foot and slowly walked it up my stomach until it rested on top of my chest right next to the bare foot that I was massaging. I had two of the most beautiful feet I had ever seen right in front of my face with their raw sexual smell smeared all over my hands and wafting into my nostrils and in that moment life was amazing. I could feel my skin start to tingle all over as foot induced lust started to hijack my mind. I wanted nothing more than to lick and suck both of those sexy feet but for reasons of social decorum I had to hold myself back.

'Oh...my..God. That..that is...amazing. Rub my foot deeper...rub..it...harder...come...on...rub...it...rub...it...harder...' she sighed behind closed eyes. 'Amazing...harder...harder...'

She took her socked foot and rubbed it smoothly against my bare neck and shoulders to my complete and utter shock. A bolt of electricity shot straight from my dick and up my spinal column causing my abs to clench tighter than the jaws of a pit bull and my mouth to salivate. But she didn't stop there. She then took her hand and casually drew circles along the inside of my thigh; using her fingernails to scratch a painfully close outline of my stiff, swollen, thick and vein bursting cock that never quite touched it and left me in sheer disbelief at what was happening. It was like having lighting strike in the same place twice or winning the lottery in successive weeks. Unless I was misreading the situation, Maryse was just as kinky as Salima and I wasn't just the cat that got the cream but the man that got the feet. There she was; sprawled out on the couch next to me, legs open, moist foot swirling around my neck like a serpent and delicate little fingers dancing circles around my swollen dick. I couldn't help but realise how truly beautiful life could be. I was asking myself whether or not she knew what she was doing, if there was any way that this could all have been oblivious on her part when I turned around to get a good look of the Latin Goddess that was teasing me to death and felt 5 sweaty nylon clad toes press smoothly against my face.