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Edited on 03/20/2022, including revisions and corrections, no changes about the story.
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The next week was normal.
It always amazed me how one could adjust to something new, even when that 'new' consisted of yesterday's extremes, unthinkables and unpleasants.
For example, I liked peace in my life. I almost never complained about redundant or unchanging days and activities. I liked to work in my office and in my room during the pandemic, until the work consumed most of my energy. In many mornings I made plans to go to the gym, eat healthy or not to go to bed too late. But when I started to work, I mostly got hungry and tired in the late afternoon, realizing that I missed lunch. I ended up with no will to do what's right and ate whatever I found or wanted to eat. Since the day was consumed in the worst possible way except my work, I felt unsatisfied and didn't want to sleep early, just to add some meaning to my day. And almost every day was like this. No extreme feelings, no inner motivations, no extreme sadness or happiness, but no worries too.
I didn't complain because I always felt that this was peaceful.
I could say that my only real unhappiness was caused because of my unsatisfied urges towards women. I never cared about buying a new cool car, travelling or my extra pounds.
But I always had a no-solution problem about women. I loved them in general. Sexy ones, petite and shy ones, athletic ones, fragile looking ones or even chubby ones, when they had delicate ankles, beautiful legs or ass, a pure skin, lovely face or some hot behaviors. I liked many things on women. But as I said before, living in a lie was one of the most peace killers, so I never thought of cheating my wife before. Not that I didn't want to. I wanted to protect my peace.
Especially after being married for so long and losing the attraction, at least in terms of finding each other sexy, I almost found most strange women attractive. Any of them could have me how they wanted, if they knew how I felt. I never acted on it and even in a few cases, I managed to decline some advancements towards me.
Until entering Amy's orbit. I wasn't planning anything but it got out of my hands. Peace was something almost never existed with her, she kept me over the edge most of the time.
And as of my 4th week with her, I had a new 'normal'. Cheating my wife was an issue so left behind that I almost forgot that I had a principle about it. Acting cool around your woman? Good thing Amy couldn't hear my thoughts, she would have laughed her ass off on that.
I didn't think she was keeping records on her victories over me and trying to best herself but this Wednesday, she managed to make me collapse at her feet in less than a minute. And that happened when I was at a zoom meeting in the living room and when she was hanging out the laundry.
When this happened, she wore no hot clothes, there were no signs or hints that such a thing would happen. I was looking at my computer, she was there and when I looked at her to see that she was folding something and looking at me. She didn't say anything, just looked at me in a familiar emotionless way that made my insides jump. And she kept looking at me like that until I closed my mic, went to her and kneeled to kiss her feet. She finished folding that thing and walked away. This was one of our 'normal' day incidents.
Such things didn't happen every day, sometimes didn't happen for a week. But it happened when she wanted it to. She still never told me to do it. She made me do it in various ways.
We slept together almost every day but never in my room. Always in her bed. We had sex, made love, slept like young lovers.
She, somehow designated my bed as another special category. It had some similarities with her feet in our relationship.
Since the day she told me that she had 'other plans' about her feet, she made them a symbol. They were mostly only available to me when she needed to feel or show her superiority over me.
After arguments, after too sentimental moments, when she saw that I was acting as a regular boyfriend too much etc. In other words, this was my wall to hit when it was necessary.
On the other hand, she didn't mind me loving her feet or enjoying worshipping them; those actions weren't punishments, they were relationship calibrations. I considered doing that as a privilege. I also felt as she wanted me to feel at those occasions. As she was my owner.
But I knew that if I started to see her feet as 'regular sex objects' or worshipping her feet as 'regular sex acts', she had a history of taking very extreme measures as she did in her engagement. Her man had to know where to validate her status in the relationship. I gave up seeing them as 'cute' parts of her, although they were the cutest things in the world. In my new mind setting, they were divine and they were only accessible under her supervision or in a stage where I was in the process of being made undignified.
My bed had some similar significance too. She called me there or visited me when I was there, mostly to 'fuck' me or rough me up. Most of the time she acted cold, she was rough physically or verbally, she made me feel like being fucked like a slut. In almost every time, she finalized this action with having me clean her up, not talking to me and leaving me in my bed as a 'well used slut', in her words.
In my room, she tried new things too. She didn't have to be rough or act in a different mood necessarily but there was one thing never changed. She made me feel like her bitch or slave at the end of every incident.
In our early days, when our context was about moving up the bases, she was doing such things in her room. After we had our first sex, her room became a relatively safer zone for me.
In her bed, it was like a completely different relationship. We talked, made love, slept together, anything. But time to time she made me shiver saying some unexpected things or doing some unexpected moves. Most of the time I found myself coming in a tense mood, as she arranged it to be. She liked to make me uneasy.
Anyway, this week we went out a lot, since we both had our booster shots of vaccines and she finally started to act relaxed about that subject. We almost went to a cafe every day, once to a nice restaurant for dinner and another night to a pub I never heard of before.
The night at the restaurant, she took me to the restroom and made me eat her pussy. She came on my face and didn't let me wash my face, dragging me to our table. I had to squirm until we left, worrying that anyone could notice. The waiter looked like he guessed what was going on but his expression was more like appreciation rather than condemnation. She knew I wasn't comfortable doing stuff in public areas.
On Saturday, we were out almost all day so I didn't see the cleaning lady, who made me nervous.
We ate outside and then went to a movie. The movie wasn't good but there were a few sex scenes in it. When we left and sat at a pub, the conversation ended up at those scenes.
"Those scenes saved the ticket price." I said while covering my smile with the coffee cup.
"Yes, I agree, they were so realistic."
"Do you like or watch erotic movies or porn?"
"Porn? Never! But I have nothing against erotic movies, though I can't say I know many."
I smirked "What's so wrong about porn?"
"I started to watch one, with my friends. When I saw the incredibly large silicon breasts of the woman I stopped watching, it was ridiculous. It was too artificial."
"Only that? So, you didn't watch different genres, you looked at an industrial garbage and made your judgement."
"Aren't all industrial garbage?"
"There are many categories."
She made a gesture like 'whatever', she wasn't interested in them.
I didn't want to look like I was an advocate for porn but I couldn't help asking "Haven't you seen any female domination or foot worship videos?"
"Yes, I saw one. The script or dialogues were not for my taste. As I said, I don't like mass produced consumer goods, not only in porn, this is valid for almost anything. And foot worship? How can this be a category by itself? Who watches that?"
Most probably, she meant that without the woman's character or the psychology of a situation, that didn't have a meaning.
On the other hand, according to my perception, there was a possibility that she, especially for the foot worship videos, did not want me to think that any woman could do what she could. Not every woman's feet were desirable, not every woman's body was enough to make a man submit to her; without their owner's supporting personality.
She was both wrong and right.
She was wrong, because many women could make me worship their body parts, including feet, as she did. But probably only for once. Not the next day.
On the other hand, she was right. She had a different power, beyond her body or body parts. Even beyond the actions we shared together.
She didn't need a body part that I liked specifically.
While thinking about that, I noticed something very interesting.
She could easily have made her hands the symbol instead of her feet. If she switched their order in our relationship, I possibly would be crazy about her hands, instead. She could have made me beg her to kiss her hands instead of her feet. Come to think of it, it could have been even a more aristocratic way to show her my loyalty. But even the order was set right, everything matched our intimacy level at those times. She knew better. Of course, kissing feet came with its own other significance; it meant submission, possibly since the beginning of time, even out of sexual contexts.
That's why her mind was my fetish. It was good that she wasn't aware of that, not completely at least.
If she heard me telling her that, she still wouldn't understand me completely. It wasn't all about her power over me, I probably would not feel like that for a long time if that was it.
She had those girly giggles, her passionate sex, her sweet petite behaviors time to time; her blushing cheeks were the main ingredients. And her constant cold water - hot water practices on me.
Combination of all of these made me want to be hers completely. Without those, I wasn't sure that I would last this long. Her being genuine and real, saved me from needing to see something new every day. But she managed to produce something new from her magical hidden chest of surprises constantly.
Anyway, I sensed that she didn't want me to watch those videos, possibly thinking they could ruin my mind, make me unlearn what she taught me.
Could she really be thinking that I never watched them?
I said "I don't like such industrial products as well but there are realistic or even real ones, which are completely different than such videos."
She looked interested but I suddenly realized that I wasn't sure if I wanted her to watch porn; they could give her ideas, bad ones for me.
On Sunday, we were reading books after we had lunch, she said "You mentioned those erotic movies yesterday. Do you want to watch one?"
