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Revenge Pt. 02 Day 01: His View

I made it through the month, ... barely. I have no idea how anyone can handle a lifetime of celibacy. One month and I was jittery, couldn't sleep well, and my balls literally ached all the time. Yes, all of the time, as in every minute of every day.

I must have taken over fifty cold showers, which are absolutely miserable, and very limited in effectiveness. Oh sure after I was cold enough the wood softened, but the balls still ached and an hour later when my teeth stopped chattering it resurrected with a vengeance. It probably didn't help that I was inhaling her scent like an addict getting a fix. My opinion of my willpower took a hard hit this last month.

I had no idea when, or even if, she was going to show up. I was up at five am for my favorite, another cold shower. I had selected my outfit the second day of the ordeal and was dressed and checking myself in the mirror for the tenth time by seven am. Then I paced looking out the windows at the empty driveway. Back and forth, back and forth; worse than any kid waiting on Santa.

What if she didn't come? I'd find her. I pulled out my phone and started researching detectives. That took about twenty minutes and then I paced again. I had to get out of the house, but I couldn't leave either. I stepped onto the front porch and began pacing its length.

At long last I heard a car in my drive and the nose of a red and white mini cooper rounded the corner. I very nearly broke out in dance and rushed down to open her door.

A lovely black leather shoe with multiple buckles lead the way. Very sheer black hose under black dress slacks. I realized I was staring at her leg and quickly looked up as she finished exiting the car.

"Hello slave", she said sounding calm and collected.

I swallowed and replied "Hello mistress".

"How did it go?" she asked leading the way to the front door. I rushed to catch up.

"It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life." I said.

"Tell me about it. " she said. "How did you cope?"

"Yes mistress. The first few days I spent with a near perpetual hard on. By the third day that becomes quite unpleasant. Twice I had to go outside and pee in the woods because I couldn't calm down enough to use the toilet. By day three I started taking a lot of cold showers, which are awful." I may have shivered a little as I opened the door for her, admiring her ass as she walked in. I'd never seen slacks cup an ass that well before and yanked back my hand as I realized I was about to touch it without permission. I was beginning to come apart at the seams.

I stepped inside closing the door and continued. "You only required one a day, but even with the misery of the cold shower I couldn't resist and usually it was a half dozen times a day followed by a cold shower where I swore I wouldn't smell again until the next day. I couldn't concentrate on anything, all I did was work out and think about you. The ordeal made basic training seem like a day at the beach. I nearly failed several times. Everytime I waivered I remembered I couldn't see you again if I failed" I paused looking into her eyes "So I didn't fail."

"Awww." she said with this adorable little smile "I am very glad you made it through and you are now forgiven. The past is wiped clean."

That was unexpected. I couldn't believe it, but that probably meant a better day for me and I really needed a better day for me and was overcome with emotions as I replied "Thank you mistress."

"First order of business" she said "I would like a full tour of the house, followed by a foot rub."

"Yes mistress" Oh yes! I couldn't wait to get my hands on those lovely feet. I showed her around the house a little hastily and finished the tour in the sun room. I had a feeling it would be her favorite room in the house and had completely redecorated with her in mind.

I watched as she wandered around the room running her hand across the back of the tall couch.

"Did you rearrange this room for me?" she asked without stopping.

"Yes Mistress" I replied.

After a moment longer of checking things out I heard her say in a low voice "Nicely done".

She sat on the couch saying "Okay...come around here, take off everything below the waist and stand in front of me."

I moved as quickly as I could with my body trembling slightly. I am certain I had never before been this excited. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them under the couch, straightening back up to look at her. My shirt cascaded around my hips but was stuck on top of my erection, the ache in my balls redoubled.

She separated her feet slightly pointing between them and said "Stand right here"

I moved in close very aware of my penis right at eye level. I swallowed nervously and waited.

She lifted her hand showing me a lovely dark dark red manicure by wiggling her fingers then shaped her hand into a claw with this devious little smile and reached between my legs. I felt her slide the nails around my balls then she closed her hand firmly on them. I could tell it wasn't that much pressure, but I was so sensitive it hurt. I loved it, but it hurt. I know that makes no sense, but it was true. I loved it and it hurt.

"Hands clasped behind your back" she said. I quickly obliged standing at parade rest allowing her to do as she wished with me. She was rubbing up and down my shaft without releasing the testicles. I felt light headed.

"Look at me", she said.

I looked down replying "Yes mistress" I didn't just desire her, I needed her more than I needed air. I wanted to rip off her clothes and fuck her over and over the rest of the night. I heard myself whimper as she slowly gave little kisses up my hard shaft then teasingly bit the tip while giving my balls a squeeze that almost dropped me to my knees.

The squeeze was quick and she released me saying "Kneel, And no more speaking until I give you permission."

I almost responded but caught myself giving a little nod. She handed me a cushion and I placed it on the floor kneeling obediently in front of her.

"Did I say to release your hands from behind your back?" she demanded, sounding stern.

Oops! I was really not at the top of my game I thought as I quickly complied.

I felt her trap my erection between her silky calves and resisted the urge to hump her legs like a dog. It may not sound like much, but I was proud I could accomplish it.

She pulled my tie loose from the vest slid her body in closer which felt like lightning shooting through my nethers. She was straightening my tie in obvious pleasure and my heart was about to explode from my chest.

"Last time was impromptu" she said. "Now I have had an entire month to plan." she paused briefly and continued "I have a favor to ask". If it was more celibacy I couldn't. I just couldn't.

She looked me in the eyes and said "I want you to ask me to be your mistress for a full twenty four hours. I want you to consider this carefully because make no doubt, I will ... use you." she said drawing out the will and looking at me squarely. "Last time the punishment was about revenge, so there was a lot of punishment; but I did enjoy you suffering for me. As my slave you will suffer for me again." With the last word she made a quick motion adjusting the tie uncomfortably snug on my neck. It suddenly felt like a collar. She owned me in every way imaginable and I had no will of my own.

"Only ask if you mean it and saying no will be fine. I will not punish you for that." she told me with a devious smile. With a small shrug she added "Much".

"Now" she said standing up which resulted in my face buried in her crouch. Oh that was nice. Rather than back away she stepped into me crushing my face into her and working the muscles in my thighs. She stood there for a long time without making a sound running her fingers through my hair as I breathed in her scent. The scent of my mistress. My lovely incredible mistress.

"I saw a yoga mat in your workout room. I assume you know basic yoga?" she finally asked as I thought I might collapse.

I opened my mouth to respond but remembered at the last moment she hadn't given me permission to speak again.

"You may respond to this one question." she said.

"Yes mistress" I replied. I had never spoken directly into a woman's crotch before.

"Good, lay face down on the floor arms at your sides."

I complied my arousal hurting against the floor. She bent her knees in front of me grabbing my tie and pulling it up over my face past the top of my head. Not too tight, but firm. Then she slid her shoes under my face and I adjusted slightly until my nose was nestled between her big toes. The smell drove me wild.

"Deep inhale through the nose", she said and I enjoyed it.

"Come to plank" she commanded.

I moved my arms forward and pushed up, tightening my core and staring at her lovely little feet in those sexy Louboutin's. Without moving her feet she bent her knees and placed my tie under the toes of her shoes pulling it tight so that I felt a little pressure on the back of my neck.

"Bend the elbows just a teensy bit", she said in a cute little voice adding a little pressure to the tug. I complied and she moved her weight back into the toes trapping the tie, and me. I breathed in her glorious scent. I loved everything about her.

She began running her hands across my arms and shoulders giving a squeeze on the muscles and asked "I think it is important to take a moment and enjoy our perspective roles, don't you?"

Luckily my voice didn't seem to exist at the moment as I tried to say Yes mistress before I remembered I wasn't allowed to speak. I nodded my head twice.

"Drop the plank until your nose touches my shoes, inhale deeply through the nose then push back up to plank." she commanded.

This I could do. I slowly lowered myself on exhale until I felt my nose slide between her toes. I inhaled deeply smelling the combination of leather, nylon and goddess feet. I pushed slowly back up on exhale, my arms unable to straighten fully as my tie trapped me. I had to smell it again. I needed to, I MUST. I lowered myself thankful she didn't tell me to stop and inhaled deeply.

"You know, I fantasized about this very position often over the years we were apart." she said to me. I just kept doing the very slow pushups to get my breath of her. "Though in those fantasies I was always angry with you. It is actually far better that I am not." she said as I continued.

Uhoh! I knew that feeling. I was going to orgasm, right here on the floor. Should I say something, should I stop? Just as I decided I must say something her toe lifted from my tie and she walked to the couch. I stayed in plank not trusting myself if I even brushed the ground. I took several steadying breaths and slowly the explosion passed.

"Grab a bean bag chair and sit in front of me." she said.

I quickly complied grabbing a towel to protect the chair from my naked ass, a little surprised that I was able to concentrate enough for that. I started unbuckling her shoes so I could get to those feet for the promised massage and had all six buckles undone before I realized I had done it without a command. No complaints so I guess I got away with a little forwardness.

I slipped off her shoes and gently placed one foot on my lap and began massaging. Oh that felt good running through my fingers and the scent was so much better with the shoe off.

"Use your chin to work the base of my toes." she said.

She knew what a treat that would be for me and I swiftly lifted the foot to work it as instructed. The silken mist hose sliding across my chin, the smell strong now; I began to bliss out.

"Now work the arch the same way." she said. I slid the foot up working my chin into her arch watching her lovely short toes wiggle in the sheer material.

My mind was foggy with my drug of choice and then the world came into focus again as I felt her other foot pressing the base of my penis firmly and massaging it with her toes. I am sure I whimpered, but did not stop.

She teased me with that other foot and I noticed the ache in my balls was less and I was beginning to feel better.

"Now you may ask if you wish" she told me as she worked her magic below. Ask what? I wondered. OH RIGHT! Be her slave tomorrow, yes please! This was hands down the best moment of my life. I felt like I had ascended to a new level of consciousness in which pleasure reigned the supreme sensation.

"Mistress I beg you to accept me until midnight tomorrow as your adoring slave. I suffered many weeks for you and I will not fail to please you now." I said. I meant it. In the moment I would have given her my entire life, I was hers for the taking.

"Very well, I accept" she said. "Now the other foot."

I lowered one foot taking the other to lift and work with my chin. She massaged me below as I massaged her above and time ceased to exist. The world was pure pleasure. I existed for her. Maybe that should have scared me, but it did not.

I couldn't tell you how long we continued like this. We switched feet several times and I would have continued until my body could go on no longer.

"Please go clean yourself off, then bring my bags up from the car" she said.

"Yes mistress" I said and moved without thought. I was her puppet.

The next thing I knew I was climbing the stairs into the sun room. I didn't recall cleaning up or going to the car. As my foot came down on the top step I saw her. She was backlit from a low hanging sun. She had taken off the slacks and top and stood in matching burgundy bra and panties. The silken mist were thigh highs today and she had her shoes back on.

No other outfit looks as sexy on a woman as what she wore. I heard a thump and looking down I saw I had dropped a shoe box. It was the shoes I had made for her; though I didn't remember grabbing them. I quickly gathered them up and carried everything toward the couch.

"Sit the bags at the end of the couch and bring me those shoes." she said sounding pleased.

"Yes mistress"

I was still moving in a state above the world. She was in focus, but the room was blurry like a professional photographer can create. I unpacked the shoes and she allowed me to put them on. I watched her take a step in them. I made them myself. I had cobbled as a hobby for years, you can probably guess how I chose it. I had become quite good and had switched from leather to a new synthetic leather that smelled and felt like the real thing, but it had just a little stretch to it and no animals were harmed in its creation.

"I also made a pair of boots", I heard myself say.

"You made these?" she asked stopping.

"Yes mistress." I heard myself say "It is a hobby, and you left those well worn shoes that I was able to measure. I measured very carefully. They weren't as accurate as a foot mold would be, but close I think."

"Thank you so much" she said giving me a hug. It was warm and kind and made my little pocket of heaven all that much nicer.

"You are welcome" I said and she grabbed my tie yanking my head down for a kiss. She tasted slightly of vanilla and as we broke apart I licked her lips without thinking. She kissed me again, hard.

"Okay then" she said walking over to stand by the couch "Please lie on your back on the couch."

"Yes mistress" my body complied to her wishes.

She straddled me sitting on my stomach. Her weight was pleasurable and she slowly slide down my stomach until I felt myself pressing into her back. I had an erection I realized. Oh right...I always had an erection didn't I? She wiggled her hips and suddenly the focus came back to the world and the needs of my body returned fierce and demanding. I must have her.

"You have been just amazing," she said "and as a reward I am going to let you orgasm this first time of the weekend with no restrictions, no complications." she wiggled her hips as fireworks of joy went off in my head. "You may touch me, and enjoy as you wish."

"Thank you mistress" I replied hearing the need in my voice. It was finally going to happen. I had made it. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"I am going to slide you inside me. If you would like I can flip around so that you may admire my feet in the black silken mist while I do so?" I remembered telling her last month how much I would enjoy that, but at this moment I just needed to be inside her.

"I am so hard I hurt." I replied instantly. "I just want to be inside you as soon as possible"

She smiled at me in a way that said she liked my answer then lifted herself up and slowly slid me inside her. The urgency that I thought all encompassing grew to all new levels. She wiggled her hips slightly but didn't lift back up and I could not longer control myself I thrust into her. It just lifted her up, but it felt oh so good.

Suddenly her vagina tightened on my shaft and she screamed pitching forward onto my chest. I grabbed her in a bear hug and now I could truly thrust into her. I could not form word, but I could scream as I thrust again and again until I exploded. My vision faded to black for a moment and my body relaxed.

Apparently I had done sex wrong my entire life. It was the pinnacle of orgasms and I felt instant euphoria, enjoying her weight on my chest as I held her too me. After a moment I heard her snoring softly and smiled stroking her hair.

That was the most intense experience I had ever been through. I had read about achieving a higher state through meditation and my best guess is I just had that state achieved for me by this marvelous woman. She shifted on my chest making me smile. I could feel my arousal growing again, but no longer painfully urgent; just a warm lovely sensation.

She awoke with a small jerk and sat up.

"Already?" she asked sounding surprised.

"Oh yes mistress. I have a month of pent up desire" I responded wiggling my hips smiling as I came to full attention.

I felt her tighten on my shaft again then slowly lift until I popped out with a moan.

"Feel better?" she asked as she dried herself then cleaned up the mess on my stomach.

"Yes mistress" I responded jerking as she toweled off the still sensitive tip of my penis. I really did feel better. I don't know that I had ever felt this good before. I watched her put her new shoes on and loved how she admired my work.

"Now then" she said "I brought a little something for you as well." She reached into her luggage and pulled out a small velvet bag sitting down on the couch. "You, " shrug "me, ..us.". She smiled at me deviously.

"Please come stand right here again" she said pointing between her feet.

I moved close and clasped my hands behind my back without being asked. I watched as she pulled a small device out of the bag. It had a rubbery looking ring on one end, with a small silverish cylinder attached to the bottom. The other end of the cylinder had two lengths of cord about three inches long.

She placed the ring over my erection sliding it down to the base then I felt as she positioned the cylinder between my testicles. She looped the strings up each side around the ball sack and slide them through openings on the top of the ring. She gave the strings a little tug like you would when tightening shoe laces then leaned back to admire her work.

She held up a small black remote control and wiggled it at me. Then she pressed a button on it with her thumb and the contraption began to vibrate making me jerk and I found myself taking shallow little breaths as I attempted to accept the stimuli. I wasn't doing such a great job of that and then I felt the ring clamp tight around my penis and the vibration ceased. I let out a breath and looked down at myself seeing that I was very engorged.

"I know it isn't as amazing as the gifts you created for me, but I hope you like it. You do like being my slave don't you?" she asked.
"Oh yes mistress." I replied smiling at her. It was a smidge uncomfortable but compared to the ache of missing her it was nothing.

"Not too tight or pinching anywhere?" she inquired.

"No mistress."

She looked out the window behind me and said "Go get us a bottle of wine and a couple glasses" She must have noticed the supply when I showed her the kitchen.

I rushed to comply without responding. Walking strapped into her toy felt odd, but I could get used to it for her. I paused briefly at the bathroom to look at it in the mirror. I felt the cords and was impressed with it. Obviously not purchased at a local sex shop.

I hurried to the kitchen to get the wine and also some food. I hadn't eaten all day and was famished. I cut up some cheese, a cantaloupe and added a few strawberries placing them neatly on a silver tray. I grabbed the wine, glasses and tray moving quickly back to my mistress.

She had dragged one of the bean bag chairs to the window and spread a towel on it. She motioned for me to sit the supplies down and once done had me sit in the chair. She then settled between my legs, removed the shoes and pressed her hot nylon covered feet onto the cool glass. That is one of the sexiest things a woman can do. I admired her as we watched the sunset sipping wine and snacking. It felt very personal and nice.

Just after sunset when the moon was rising she asked. "Are we going to be a couple, or are you planning to run again?"

I hadn't realized how much I had hoped we could be a couple again until she asked. I thought I might have burned that bridge by being such an ass all those years ago.

"I would like to be a couple, and if I could go back in time I wouldn't have run away the first time. I have counted it as the biggest mistake of my life for most of my life now."

"You know I'm going to get you to submit to me some of the time?" she asked.

"I look forward to that." I responded gently kissing the top of her head. Her hair smelled lightly of oranges.

I jerked as she pulsed the vibrator nearly spilling wine and causing her to giggle. She slid out of my lap onto her knees and turned to look at me.

She did something with the remote and the ring released the pressure allowing blood to flow again. I hadn't really felt it until that moment, but it hurt a bit and I looked a little purplish.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I am fine, thank you mistress"

"I am rather new to this device so if it becomes truly painful you let me know. I intend to use that part of you regularly going forward and would hate to damage it." she said in a serious voice.

"Yes mistress" I responded smiling at her lovingly.

She sat on the floor grabbing her new shoes and as she put them on saying "And you make shoes." It made me terribly happy that she enjoyed them. I would be making her many more I was certain.

"But now it is play time again. Just remember you told me you like suffering for my pleasure" she said to me.

"I do mistress" I responded. It was the truth. Even at the worst moment it was still great. Somehow anything she did to me which was unpleasant in the moment made what followed superior.

"I assume you have plenty of rope to go with all these rings on the wall?" she queried.

"I do mistress."

"Well scoot and get it, plenty of rope and if you have ankle and wrist cuffs bring those too. Oh and the shoes I left for you." she said.

"Yes mistress" I responded moving swiftly from the room. How did she know I would have ankle and wrist cuffs? I had only purchased them last week. Nice leather ones with soft woolen lining and heavy rings.

I had everything gathered in my arms and was nearing the bottom of the steps when her control device vibrated again causing me to jerk and drop one of the cuffs. I picked it up bracing for another vibration which did not come.

She patted the couch and I obediently set as directed. She attached the cuffs to my limbs and when complete pulled me up and positioned me with my head sticking out from under the couch. She proceeded to tie me with surprising skill selecting rings far enough apart that I was spread eagle. I gave some testing tugs and realized I was absolutely not getting loose on my own.

Her head appeared above the couch and she looked at me with a very devious expression. Suddenly I felt a small tap on my testicles. A small tap on the testicles is not like a small tap anywhere else on the body, it is shocking and incredibly intense. It tightens the gut and I'll be honest it is scary as hell.

"Realizing you're totally in my power now, aren't you?" she asked as she slowly bounced my testicles. I was feeling a little nauseous and I could tell she was barely moving. As I was she could do some real damage and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.

"Yes mistress" I responded through gritted teeth. I was hers, I would endure.

"Does it hurt?" she asked after a few more bounces.

"Yes mistress" I said as I involuntarily pulled against my restraints. Absolutely no give and it just made the sensation more intense.

"Would you like me to stop?" she asked.

"Yes mistress" I repeated.

"Beg me", she said.

"Please mistress" I complied.

"Again" she said "with more groveling".

My forehead had broken into a sweat and I was ready to beg for all I was worth. "Please mistress, please mistress I beg you please stop."

It stopped finally and after a moment I felt her warm foot slide against my erection pressing it into my stomach. The nausea passed and she asked "Is that better?"

"Oh yes mistress, thank you mistress" I said taking deep breaths.

"I am going to test your limits" she told me walking around the couch and reaching into her bag of tricks once again. She really did plan for the whole month didn't she?

She sat on the couch with one foot on either side of my head and showed me a pair of well worn black leather boots with a zipper up the inside that would be just above ankle height when worn.

"I work in an office and I wear these boots every day. Now for the last month I wore exactly four pair of knee highs, one pair a week.I kept them in the toe of this boot when I wasn't wearing them."

"As you are now," she said "you could tell me that all this is too much and I would of course release you. But in just a moment I am going to tuck these into your mouth and tie them in place. Once you are tied as you are and gagged you will be at my absolute mercy with no way to stop me."

She leaned forward with one boot placing the opening firmly over my nose and mouth saying "Smell".

I took in a deep breath and it was everything you could expect from a pair of work boots worn over a year's time. Call me crazy, but it was arousing. It had her foot smell, but it also smelled of leather and hose and I wouldn't mind getting another smell.

"You like the smell don't you?" she asked.

"I do mistress."

"You think they will taste as good as they smell?" she asked with that devious smile.

She knew from her questioning last month that I wouldn't. "No mistress."

"Last chance to stop me" she said.

When I didn't respond she asked "Scared?"

"A little mistress" I replied honestly.

She reached into the boot pulling out a nylon knee high like she was drawing a number for bingo. She had it pinched by the top band between to fingers with it dangling to the toe. I opened my mouth and let her lower it in. She gently tucked it in with her fingers. It was hard to describe. It wasn't pleasant, it grossed me out just a little bit, but at the same time it aroused me, it excited me and made me pulse in pleasure.

I lost count of how many she tucked in, but finally she sat back holding another in her hand looking at me contemplatively. I could no longer completely close my mouth without effort, and there was just no way to get around that my mouth was full of a bunch of very used nylons. She told me she wore these each for an entire week. She had held each up and each looked at least clean, not like she also walked around without shoes on, but I could taste her foot, the salt and sweat of walking around an office, sitting at a desk. She was inside me and every taste bud I had was touching the very flavor of her.

It kind of grossed me out, not like a mouth full of dirty socks would; that might make me lose my cheese tray. As I was coming to the realization of the situation I had voluntarily gotten myself into she finished wrapping a though high several times around my head so that it was flattened over my lips and then tied in a knot so that it held the nylons in. I could no longer even spit them out.

She adjusted position tightening her feet against my head so I could no longer move any muscle without her permission. She reached down and pinched my nostrils shut and watched me intently. I wasn't scared...not really. She cared about me and this was just play.

Then I was beginning to feel the burn for air. Not bad at first and I wanted to show I could take it so I held still. Then my body shook all on its own trying to get air. She leaned heavier into her feet anchoring them and keeping my nose pinched. My body shook again and this time I didn't resist, fighting as hard as I could; but she had me. It was at that moment I realized I was absolutely out of control, she could do anything she desired to me. And with that she released allowing me to breath.

I realized I was free. And I do not mean free to breath, free from everything. I couldn't do anything so I had zero responsibility. With that realization it felt like a circular pulse of electricity rode up the outside of my cock, followed slowly by another pulse. That was new and spectacular.

She reached down with a tissue and wiped off my nose. "Couldn't get any air through the mouth?" she asked.

I shook my head no, feeling calm. Admiring her beauty, her face, her hair, the outfit she wore just for me. And then she slipped a blindfold me off robbing me of vision. Relax I thought. I had no choice but to accept what happened. I focused on the flavor in my mouth again, the edge had fallen away, but it was still pure essence of her foot.

I felt a shoe being placed over my face and instantly recognized it. You don't smell a shoe hundreds of times without knowing the scent instantly. Though, there was just a little something more too. She must have added any left over knee highs to the shoe. I felt her tie it in place.

I heard her shoes walking around from side to side. I jerked as the vibration started and then I just hopped on the ride with conviction. I inhaled deeply of her scent and it blended with the same tastes in my mouth. I let the vibrations unite with the waves I had been feeling and and make music within me. The vibration intensified and I moaned freely into the gag. I need not restrain myself, I was free to exist.

Her shoes came back to my head and I imagined her looking down upon me, all powerful, the goddess of my existence. The shoes walked away and I felt cloth on my stomach. And then I felt the familiar feel of her nails around my testicles. Her scent, her taste, her touch; it was too much and I felt an orgasm explode through me as I screamed into the gag barely making a sound.

The vibration stopped and I collapsed. I felt her squeezing me, squirting the cum inside onto my stomach. My body jerked in response to her firm grip sliding up across the tip. I had made it. I waited for her to untie me, but instead I heard her heels as they walked away and down the steps.

After an orgasm the lust fades and then you get a real assessment. I could taste her used nylons, I could smell her used nylons, and I had no idea when that would change. Technically I gave her permission to keep me here until midnight tomorrow. I tried to gulp but I had a mouth full prevent it.

Time loses meaning in the dark. Luckily it did not take long for my lust to return. The smell really did it. I was growing accustomed to the taste. I wouldn't say I liked it, but I didn't hate it and it didn't gross me out any longer.

The vibrator started back up with no warning making me gasp. Well...I think I might have screamed a little; but it was muffled so we can say gasp. I heard her laugh and realized she must have snuck back in to watch me.

The now familiar feeling of her warm ankles trapped my head once again.

"Okay sweetie" she said. "We are going to play a little game and if you win tomorrow you get to pick out my entire outfit for us to go to breakfast. If you lose I am going to dress how I want and that will include my shoes you are currently enjoying barefoot. We will have breakfast and then goto the mall for a couple purchases. Win or lose when we get home you will be in this position again with my feet in your face. Understand?"

"Good...then here is the game" she said untying the shoe from my face. "I have these lovely new shoes you made for me on and my feet are nice and warm, just the way you like them. I am going to put them on your face and set a timer for five minutes. If you orgasm before the five minutes are up you win, but I won't be touching you. You will just have the vibration and my odor. Think you can win?" she asked.

As she removed the shoe I nodded and felt determination set in. To be honest, three orgasms in so many hours is not something which comes easy for any man. I pulled tight against all four restraints and flexed my hips. Not able to touch anything but air.

"The timer has begun" she said placing her feet, warm and smelling as promised, on my face. She cupped them carefully around my nose covering my mouth as well. This scent was different than the shoe, more pure. It drove me with desire. The weight of her feet on my face increased pushing my head into the floor. I started pumping my hips and breathing deeply, my arousal mounting.

"Four minutes" I heard and pulled harder with my arms increasing my efforts.

"Three minutes" I was tired and sweating and out of breath. The extra effort drew out moisture revitalizing the flavor of the hose in my mouth. Maybe I was enjoying that. Would it be so bad if I was?

"Two minutes" I was pulling air through my nose and yelling into the gag, I could feel it building; but would I make it? Could I make it?

"One minute" and the vibration returned fiercely insistent.

"Thirty seconds" I was taking shorter faster breaths humping for all I was worth.

"Fifteen seconds" I wasn't going to make it. I found a second wind and jerked wildly slapping my ass into the ground.

"Ten seconds" it wasn't going to happen and then a sudden sharp pain shot through my testicles and I felt myself orgasm with it. Had she kicked me again? No...her feet were still on my face. Did she mention a punishment setting on that thing?

Her feet left my face and I lay limp. I felt like I ran a marathon. The blindfold came off and I blinked against the brightness of the moon and stairs. She unwrapped my mouth and slowly removed the nylons one at a time. Okay...now it was over right?

When the last nylon came out I tried to get saliva moving and realized I could still taste her nylons. In fact I think I could taste them even more strongly now that the juices could flow.

"Wasn't that fun?" she asked.

"Yes mistress" I replied my voice cracking.

She untied me and had to help me sit up. "You okay baby?" she asked sounding concerned.

"Yes mistress" I reassured her. She handed me a glass of cool water and I drank until it was empty. I had been very parched. I moved my tongue around a bit. I could still taste her foot, but it was much faded. I wasn't sure if I was glad it was fading or if I was going to miss it.

"Come up here" she said as she set back into the L of the couch and spread her legs so I could sit between them. I leaned back into her exhausted and she said "You did really good" as she played with my hair. "Regret submitting to me?" she asked.

"No mistress, I love you" I replied and instantly tensed. Oh it was true, but you don't say things like that the second time you see someone in twenty five years. This is just not done. I mustn't scare her away.

"I love you too" she replied shocking me. I felt relieved, but also nervous she was just saying it because I did. "That doesn't mean I will take it easy on you the rest of the weekend." she added making me smile.

"Of course not mistress"

We sat like that all cozy for a short period. I was feeling a little more human when she said "Ok slave, " and pushed me to sit up. "You had two orgasms without me and I want one before we call it an evening. I know you are tired but I need you to kneel and help me." she removed her panties sitting them on the back of the couch.

"Yes mistress" I said

"This will be game number two of the evening. I have that five minute timer ready to restart. My earlier orgasm was satiating; fully satisfying. Oh I am aroused again, but I don't know if you can bring me before five minutes pass. Make a wish" I said.

"Mistress?" I said questioningly. What did she mean make a wish?

"Make a wish. If it is reasonable I will grant that wish if you win" she said.

What does one wish for when you already have your heart's, and loins, desire. Oh, I had an idea. Could I do it? I doubt I could do it the way she can, but I could try. "Be my slave for one day next weekend." I wished.

Her eyes grew larger in surprise and her face flushed.

"It would be tailored for you. You should try it at least once. The bad makes the good oh so much sweeter. And of course you would be able to stop it at anytime just as I could."

"It would be tailored for you." I said. "You should try it at least once. What you have done to me was a sexual" he paused looking for the right words "enlightenment". I felt butterflies in my stomach and almost hoped she would refuse. Being a slave is easy, just do as you are told and experience it. Being in control will be much more difficult and how can I be in charge if I want to kiss her feet?

"Fine" she said the word like she was spitting it out, "But if I win you take me shopping for clothes after breakfast tomorrow with a five thousand dollar limit on your cards."

Oh she has no idea of my net worth I realized. I had just assumed when she showed up, but apparently not. "Make it twenty-thousand vs the full weekend" What!? Why did I say that? How am I going to come up with an entire weekend like she has in a single week. She had a month to plan and that was armed with a lot of information about me.

"Twenty thousand?" she said pulling me out of my thoughts "What in the hell do you do for a living?"

I smiled "As you remember I was a programmer. I started my own side project, a real labor of love. I didn't think it was for sale, but Google came and made an offer that put it on the market. I am no one percenter, but I can afford an occasional shopping spree."

She narrowed her eyes looked at the timer and responded "You've got a bet" I said, "and you are going to lose."

Oh no I am not. It has been years but I remembered every detail of her body. I knew exactly how to press all the right buttons. Besides I thought speaking aloud "I cannot lose. I would love to take you on a shopping spree, very much. I think we just agreed recently we are a we now. And we will" he said drawing it out like I had earlier "buy us some very nice clothes."

"And if I win I will...use you." I said hoping I sounded as powerful as she had earlier.

She narrowed her eyes at me again and held up the phone showing me the timer at 4:55.

I leaned in reaching under her legs and sliding her ass up to the edge of the couch with a swift motion enjoying her little gasp of surprise. I lifted her legs up to rest over my shoulders enjoying the feel of them with the silken mist hose resting on my heavily. I buried my head between her legs noticing she had a brazilian wax and I felt myself grow hard with desire.
She was already wet and I stuck out my tongue and flexed it to a hard tip slowly sliding it from her vagina up through her clit and I felt her body respond. I gently pressed the tip of my nose at the top of her wet slit and slowly slid it back down as I puckered my lips and blew. She gasped and her legs clamped on my head. Five minutes; hah. I realized I had power over her too, maybe I could pull off next weekend.

I took the two middle fingers of my right hand and pressed the tips against her opening as I began alternating kissing, licking, and sucking her lips; then slowly pressed them inside. Her thighs tightened around my head as she said "Oh god" and moaned trembling and grinding her hips into me.

I didn't rush it, just kept alternating slowly teasing her g spot, then pausing then giving a couple quick pulses. All the while my fingers were playing different patterns my mouth kept the steady alternating, lick, suck, kiss. Then she screamed and her legs clamped down her body grinding into my face. I slowed down the sucking and began long steady strokes with the fingers letting her ride it out. I could tell her clitorous was becoming too sensitive to touch, but she had my face trapped and I couldn't desist for her on that. The alarm went off, but the grinding continued.

I kept doing the long steady strokes until I heard her gasping for air then I stopped with them resting above the g-spot. Her legs unclamped from my head when the alarm stopped and I lifted up to look at her and tenderly slid my fingers out.

I rubbed my cheek into her thigh kissing her leg. "Want to back out of the bet?" I offered.

"No" she said looking at me looking exhausted. "Nicely done" she added and let her head fall to the back of the couch.

"Two victories in a row. I am going to have to make my bets harder going forward." she said as I continued kissing her thighs enjoying the position.

"Yes mistress. Though I will take you shopping with me next weekend" I promised "as my slave. " I paused "It will be epic. You may prefer having lost this bet."

She laughed at that lifting her head to look at me with a warm smile.

"Besides" I continued "you threw that first bet. You purposely gave me the stimulus when the clock was nearly out and I was on the verge of failing."

She blushed and stuck her tongue out at me. Hah! I was right about that.

"I am so exhausted I must sleep now" she said sliding her legs free and standing up "Set up the sheets so that one of us can sleep on each length of the couch"

"Yes mistress", I responded. She grabbed a kit out of her bag of holding heading toward the stairs. Just as she was about to disappear from sight she added "Oh and go clean up and brush when you are done"

I moved swiftly, but knew I could get everything done before she returned. Her nightly routine always took a long time and I didn't imagine that got shorter with age. Once I completed all my tasks, plus a quick sponge bath, I returned took a pillow and kneeled facing the steps to patiently await her return.

She came up the steps now topless with perfect small breasts, paused briefly then sashayed toward me all slinky and sexy. What a woman! She squatted in front of me, grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me long and hard. It was breathtaking and then she did it again.

Without a word she released me and walked over to the couch. I scooted around so I could watch as she carefully positioned a pillow then laid down first straightening her legs, then bending her legs and then repositioning the pillow just to do it over again. I had a sneaking suspicion what she was up to. She had always been a cuddler in bed, but I don't think that was what was in store tonight.

"Lay down, face in the L" she told me once she was satisfied with her position.

I moved to comply and she stopped me saying "Wait. Take off the shirt and tie. "

I smiled at her and pulled off the tie, unbuttoning my shirt and removing it as well then giving a stretch flexing my muscles.

"Did you do steroids this month?" she asked.

"No mistress" I replied enjoying the question.

She shook her head admiring my torso and arms then said "Last game of the day. I am going to sleep here" she patted the couch near the pillow. "When I wake up, as many times as I wake up, I want you to have your face nestled into my feet. Or foot if they are separate. If not tomorrow evening's sunset will not be so comfortable for you my love."

Oh that wasn't fair, I thought. Then I realized she could do anything she wanted tomorrow anyway. I would have preferred to spoon where I could smell her hair and feel her ass against me, but as long as she was here I wasn't going to complain.

"Yes mistress."

I settled myself down on my side then moved forward so my face was right nearly touching her feet. Actually this wasn't so bad. It was relaxing and arousing at the same time. What an amazing day.

She reached down and pulled the sheet over her feet and my head. Her feet provided a little pocket which quickly warmed up. I was exhausted beyond belief, but the arousal of this situation kept me up for an eternity.

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Sep 29, 2018 in femdom

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