Note from author: Quick notes this is just for fetish and femdom enjoyers, this story mixes in facts and fiction from both real experiences and fantasies. This is just for fun as well so do not take to serious. Also if you leave a comment please make sure it is either in support or helpful critiques as disrespectful and unnecessary comments will be swiftly deleted and reported. This should be a fun space for all users and found some comments on part 1 irritating or just plain rude. With that being said please enjoy and if you like the story expect the rest of the parts to come out at least 2-3 weeks at a time. I do have other ideas I am thinking about, but this will take priority. Have a good day, and enjoy.
She had me right where she wanted me, under her roof and her rules. The once confident, and prideful man I had known myself to be was all but gone. I go by her agenda now and her demands was final. How was she so successful? What made me slowly turn to her direction? It was her aggressive habit building that slowly turned me without me noticing.
While my girlfriend has always been insecure, and even to a degree unconfident in herself because of her size and past trauma she had turned to me to fill the void. For every opportunity she had missed, for every moment she felt alone, for every night she cried herself to sleep she poured it all out to me. And in return of my unjudgmental ears, and my often kind soft spoken words her love grew fast and in bunches. She was not gonna let me slip through her fingers especially now that she had me by the balls.
In came the habit building and slow conditioning. It would start small correcting the way I talk about women and feminist culture. Often I would make insensitive misogynistic comments, learned from my years spent dealing with females who would allow it, but she my future wife did not. She would swiftly, and firmly correct my comments which I would often times only be joking, but she took them dead serious, Partially I believe from her years of trauma with men but I could never truly tell. The only thing I knew for sure is an argument would ensue, and I would be punished. Not a physically punishment more of a mental one she would not talk, or touch me until I apologized sometimes this would go hours either way we waged war. It would often end the same way every time with her victorious and me humbly apologizing.
Honestly I could not take the teasing, she would often tease without touching me for days until we were back on good terms. She and I both knew it, and on one such occasion we were at battle and I was holding strong that is until she sat on the couch beside me and took off her sandals. She had just had them painted white the other day, and on a hot summer day where she had been walking in her sandals all day the sweat mixed with her feet oils she would put on drove me insane. She would have such shiny feet with a light stench of sweat, and her knowing I had a huge fetish did not help. I tried not to look over even though I hadn't nut in days, while we would be forced to talk slightly throughout the days we were at war she would not empty me until we reached an agreement. knowing how horny I was and how sexy her nails and soles was she had me wrapped around her finger.
She would start by crossing her feet at the ankles back and forth I was fighting strong and honestly felt I was gonna be able to escape. As I tried to get up from the couch she aggressively put her feet on my lap and crossed them while holding out the bottle of oil that she applies to her feet. As I stared at her she had this look on her face no words spoken at all to me just a look of aggression and demand like she knew I would give in. And as I started to get an erection she would rub her soles back and forth, I could really feel the pressure applied as I only had on shorts and I became overtaken in the moment and could not deny she had me by the balls completely.
