Filthy Feet

As I continue to gain confidence in myself, my sexuality, my ability to control and be in command of others I notice being freer in all aspects of my life. Even parts of life that seem completely unrelated, like cooking! I can do anything powerfully, and that’s why.

Today my client had a filthy feet fetish. I walked around in an underground garage for 10 minutes prior to our play session until the bottoms of my feet were so disgusting and black, I knew they were just right. After I was done dirtying up, I tied plastic bags onto my feet so that I would not get anything dirty, and so that my feet would start getting nice and sweaty. Really sealing in the flavor!

When I walked into the room he was already on his knees, naked, and submissive to me. After asking if he had any other interests, yeses or nos, I told him he had to be punished. He had not done things in the way that he should have, and so he would be punished to clean my feet with his tongue. He bowed his head and said, Yes, Milady.

I instructed him to hold my feet, as it was not my duty to keep my own feet up for him to lick, and told him to start cleaning at the toes. The first lick did two things to him, which I noticed with great pleasure. His face contorted a tiny bit at the horrendous taste he just had, and his dick got hard. I told him how I wanted him to clean my feet, using his tongue, paying attention to sucking my dirty toes, give attention to the arch, really lick the ball of my foot…He devoured the dirt and oil off of my feet with gusto as he stayed submissively on his knees in front of me. I asked him, on a scale of 1 to 10, how clean are my feet? 6, Milady. That is not good enough, you need to get them to a 1, where I could walk on a white carpet and not think about dirtying it. Yes, Milady, I am sorry, and grateful to you.

I played with his nipple piercings with my left foot as he licked clean my right foot. His dick vibrated. I told him it was time to start on the left foot, and to lay down so I could lay my foot on his face like a footstool and he could clean it like that. Yes, Milady, thank you. He laid down on his back and I put my foot on his face. He licked my toes, struggling to clean my foot while I ordered him to massage my calves. He struggled with concentrating on two things, and I watched him sweat as he tried. But I knew what he really wanted, and that was to be my personal foot stool and washer because he deserved that punishment.

After he had gotten both of my feet to a 2/10 filth, I decided I wanted to be benevolent. You have 30 seconds to release yourself while you lick my feet. But as I counted down, he focused more on the dirty foot in his mouth than on himself. Oh yes, I see now. He licked the arch of my right foot and then took my four small toes in his mouth. And just sat there. Licking them, his cock vibrating with joy. I told him, take my big toe in your mouth too. There’s room. And there was, and as he sat on his knees in front of me with 1/3 of my foot in his mouth I could feel the satisfaction and pleasure pouring off of him. It was intoxicating. After the session’s time allowance was up I extracted my foot from his mouth and told him he had almost finished his punishment, but because my feet were still not completely clean he would have to be punished again in the future. He nodded and said, Yes, Milady.

Contortionist BDSM?

I had a client the other day who was sadly NOT a contortionist. But we tried our best to turn his body into a pretzel for our play and my use. It all started with him being dressed to the nines, no not a tux, but BDSM nines. Collared and cuffed, with nipple clamps and a cock-straight jacket, he was just a pretty little present all wrapped up for me! He had to start worshipping me as soon as possible so I told him to get down on the floor and start worshipping my feet and legs. Oh yes, Milady, he says. Quickly he got comfortable on the floor (where he belonged) and held my left foot with reverence. He gently took off my stiletto and started massaging my foot, and showering it with butterfly kisses. I have lovely, perfectly formed feet, and it was his pleasure getting to embrace, caress and massage them. I then told him to suck on my toes, lick the arch, don’t forget the heel…and as a well trained submissive he followed orders and grew hard during the process. I had the freedom to caress my calves, thighs, and between my legs as he continued his worship. Sensual and dominating, it was only going to get better from here…

Next, I softly but firmly ordered him up and to lay on his back on the bondage table. I cuffed his hands over his head, and his legs tied spread eagled to the table. It was time to test his nerve function… I jumped on top of him, sitting on him while I started to caress his head with one hand, and play with his clamped nipples with the other. He moaned with pleasure as my own rose as well, pulling the chain that linked his two nipples together. First one side, then the other, slowly pulling back further, and slowly releasing. Every move I made had a purpose, and every purpose was met. I next pulled out the Wartenberg wheel and flicked the wheel in front of his eyes. I let him watch as it slowly came to a rolling stop before I started application over his skin. I drew it down over the insides of his arms, down his belly, and around his nipples as I continued playing with his chained ta-tas. I rolled in agonizingly slowly over his flesh, and got off him in order to test the nerve functions around his scrotum, his erect cock, his inner thighs.. He moaned and shuddered as I continued on every square inch of flesh that was visible. His skin started getting little dimples left behind as I pressed just a bit harder. The delight mounted as the pain grew, and I knew it was time to check his ass to see just what sort of strap-on I should use…

I uncuffed and untied him, and ordered him to stand on the floor with his back arched. I retrieved a latex glove, lubed it up in front of his face so he could see just what was going to happen next. I pushed him down with my left hand and felt my way into his anus with my right. One finger, two finger, almost three but not quite. Okay, I know what I’m working with now. I played with his ass for a little bit with my hand, going in and out, fondling his prostate, and making him moan. I told him to not move while I got the strap-on ready. Put the condom on with your mouth, I told him. He did, and I pushed his head down over my cock. I need you to get it nice and wet so I can fuck you, I told him. He devoured my cock as much as he could, and always looked voracious for more. If he could have a surgery that would allow him to take more, I bet he would get it once you saw the hunger in his eyes. I sat on the table playing with his nipples and shoving his head down on my cock over and over…then slowly I pulled him off. Lick the tip, I said, don’t forget to caress it with your tongue and lips. You want to make me happy, don’t you? That made him suck my cock even harder til I yanked him off and ordered him to the floor.

You said you were flexible, I said. I want you to show me. We bent him over so that his ass was facing up into the air and he could see me through his legs which I tied to the table. He became a letter C, making it perfect for him to see how much I enjoyed fucking him in the ass while he watched me. It was a delicious site, seeing his facial expressions as he watched me pound him over and over, my face matching my body in controlling delight. I pulled out slowly, watching the sadness on his face as I started to withdraw my cock. That didn’t last long until I plunged my lubed cock back in. I swirled my hips and stimulated him from all angles while he was stuck in his position, partially bondage, partially because the idea of moving to a more comfortable position would have been torture for him. He enjoyed watching me so much that it was one of the most pleasurable sessions I have had yet. But there is always more to cum…

My First Repeat Client

I know that I’m amazing. Of course, if we all knew how amazing we were, life would be so much more fun! Today was my first repeat customer, just for me, because I entranced the man so much. There have been lots of calls for me in Heaven, but timing has just not worked out. He is an easy client because he knows what he wants and likes and doesn’t change his mind or try to spin anyone for a loop. It was a nice little 30 minute session of roleplay, catching the poor handyman with his pants down and in my panties! He was supposed to be working, and I was not supposed to be back at the house so early, but circumstances change.

Don’t Mess with Me, Teddy

I got him red…handed…in my favorite garter belt, stockings and panties. There was no way I was just going to let this pass, so I had to show him who was boss and let him experience for himself what it’s like to get caught wearing my lingerie. I played with his nipples, teasing him relentlessly as he wanted to touch himself. Oh no, this is MY home and you will do what I say! I found a glove from the bathroom from when I color my hair and picked up the lube from beside the bed. I put on the glove and lubed on my fingers right in front of him. This is what you get for sneaking into my bedroom and touching yourself in my panties. And I pushed him down and inserted my first finger into his ass. He moaned with pleasure as I played with his prostate. But it didn’t seem like it was enough punishment…so I inserted a second finger. There we go, that’s nice and tight. I fingered his ass while playing with the nipple I could reach. I told him he could touch himself now, and oh boy did he.

Then I had another bright idea. So I brought out my own dildo that I had never before used on someone else… I put on a condom, lubed it up in front of his face threateningly, pulled down his panties (well I’m sure not going to take them back now!) and pushed it in. While he moaned with pleasure I slowly stroked it in his ass all the way until it was as deep as it could go. Then, I pulled his panties down over the base so it would be stuck inside him. I would have loved to tie him down a little but as a bored and lonely housewife I had nothing of the sort handy. I didn’t have much more time before I knew someone else would be home, so I pushed him towards the mirror and ordered him to play with himself while I played with a nipple and pushing the dildo even further into him, back and forth. He couldn’t stand it and said he needed to cum. So I pulled out a towel and placed it on my clean, white bed, shoved him towards it and said, Don’t you dare get anything of mine messy. He moaned and came on the towel, and I warned him this would happen the next time if he tried to pull that stunt again. He smiled at me and said, Ok. I have been warned.

Enemas Galore!

Perfection with straps.

Work as a pro-domme, which includes FUN as such, is picking up speed as I become more known, continue to learn, and prove myself. With me, you are entering the domain of a beautiful lady who is in complete control of the situation. There are different levels of course, where I might allow you to pleasure of niceties and smiles, or a taskmistress with nothing but a gleam in her eyes.

Today I played with a client who has an obsession with nipples. Both his own, and mine. After smiling so sweetly, belying the strength and power inside, and inquiring as to his interests, I decided the best course of action was to jump in with nipple play. I took him by the throat, continuing to smile but with the danger in my eyes showing, and stared into his eyes as I pushed  him against the wall. I handcuffed him to the wall facing me, and then confusion passed through his face. “I thought this was to be an enema session,” he quietly said. I replied that I was just getting us warmed up. I played, caressed, tweaked and pulled his nipples and pressed up against his body as he desperately wished to touch himself. I pressed up against him, and whispered naughty nipple nothings in his ear. He couldn’t help but shudder.

It was time to start his treatment. I ordered him onto the table and told him to get on all fours so I could check how loose he was. I gloved and lubed up my hand and pushed my finger in past his sphincter until I was stroking his prostate. He shuddered again and reached to touch himself. Not Yet, I said. He obliged as I prepared the enema bag after picking the best nozzle for him. A nice little cock nozzle to shove up his ass and fill him up with caught my eye. I filled the bag up with perfectly warm water all the way to the top. The first bag he took so quickly I was actually amazed. I didn’t have much experience with enemas, but when a general timeframe is 10 minutes to give, and the actual was more like 5…well that is pretty amazing. I rubbed his nipples while he was getting filled up, and allowed him to stroke himself to completion. It was quick into the session, but he assured me that it would not be the first. I turned off the nozzle when it was all in him, and he held the water as I rubbed his stomach and a nipple. Ahh, he sighed, so relaxed and peaceful. After a few minutes he had to release the water, and did so also quicker than expected. He was rude, however, in not using the provided air freshener after using the bathroom. And it really needed it. After telling him such, and he promising that next time he would be better, I filled up the bag a second time and pushed the nozzle back into him for round 2.

This time I rubbed his thigh, as he lay down in Sims’ position, and his hair. He sighed again, and asked if he could reach behind me to lay a hand on my beautiful round posterior. I obliged and enjoyed the sensations as he gingerly placed his hand on me. The second bag disappeared quickly as the first, and we rinsed and repeated for round 3. Third one’s the charm! After, again, downing the water so quickly that it was mind boggling, he held the water as I let him touch himself more while I played with his nipples. I tugged them for a bit and then took a nice little nipple nibble. He moaned loudly at that, both the sight and the feeling overwhelming him. Finally, he had to release the water once more.

When he was finished, it was time for toys! “Get on the table, all fours, at the head of the table.” I selected a perfectly sized dildo and put on my strap-on harness. After condoming, attaching, and lubing up, it was time to enter him from behind. I got on the table behind him and put just the tip in, rubbed it around a little to get the lube and his excitement all-encompassing, and then pulled him back on it. “I want you to fuck my cock,” I told him, and let him show me how he liked it. He liked it. A lot. After seeing the speed, angles and movement he liked, I gripped his hips and started pumping my cock into his ass. “You like me fucking you in the ass, don’t you?” “Yes, Milady, yes,” Mooooan. I allowed him to touch himself, and as I played with one nipple, gripping his hip with my other hand. “You have until the count of ten to come, and if you don’t, that’s on you.” I counted to ten slowly, giving him time, and as I petted his nipple another couple strokes, and took another couple of strokes from behind I reached the count of ten. He whined for more, but I had already given him the rules. Next time, maybe he will learn to listen.