I thoroughly explored D/s sex when I was younger. (I’m 45 now) I always struggled with kink first or relationship first, and ended up in a vanilla marriage, because it always seemed like when I started searching for the kink first, the relationship part was always full of way to many crazy issues.
Much like when I cheat and let my potential partner know very early, I’ll do the same for you my dear reader. If a married man having secret kinky trysts behind his wife’s back is a turn off for you, eject now. But sometimes when I travel for work, I try to scratch that old D/s itch. This is a story about one of those times.
This time I hopped in a kik chat room in the town I was stuck in for a couple of weeks. I had to send a live face pic to the moderator. She happened to be a blonde, Dominant, BBW, and we started chatting. She was no nonsense, but not all fake bossy, and we chatted seamlessly about life and kink, hopping from one and back to the other.
She made me create a fetlife profile and wanted to see what kinks I’d put in my profile, having purposely told me little about her specifics. I did as I was told and included domestic service, pussy slave, foot worship, humiliation, being spanked, and forced bi in my profile. She also had me take a quiz that showed percentages of sub/Dom etc that the quiz predicted you were. Once she added me as a friend, I could see that some of our interests lined up pretty well.
Her pictures were sexy. She had serious, sexy eyes. A big ass that I wanted to worship, and pictures of her feet. I definitely wanted to get on my knees for her. She must have appreciated the what she saw on my hastily filled out profile, because we set up a time to meet.
It was on a Sunday morning. I was to arrive at a Panera Bread, and have her breakfast waiting for her when she showed up at a specific time. I didn’t order anything for myself, because I thought it would make the power dynamic even that more pronounced if I sat there with nothing while she ate.
I tried to pick a table where our conversation wouldn’t be easily over heard. I had her order waiting for her when she arrived. I recognized her immediately. She looked just like her pictures and I was very pleased.
She was in heals, a skirt that showed off her thick, pale thighs, and a simple white blouse that hinted at her large breasts underneath. I was already semi hard when she just sat down like it was the most natural thing in the world to meet a stranger that just had your breakfast sitting on a table waiting for you.
We chatted about current events. I asked her questions about her life, and she would intersperse the conversations with questions about my experience. I liked her. She was confident, comfortable in her own skin, and so sexy just casually eating her breakfast while we talked about very sexual scenarios.
As we were wrapping up she said we couldn’t play right now because she had a flat tire and was taking her car to get it fixed. I wanted her to use my mouth so bad, I asked if I could drop her off at the tire store, and serve her back at her home while her tire got fixed. (She lived close by). She smiled and said that actually sounded like it would work.
I followed her to the tire store and got out to follow her inside. Her heals clicked on the pavement as I followed behind her and checked out her nice, big ass. I opened the door for her and awkwardly went to stand in line with her. This seemed to annoy her a little bit, and she pointed at a chair, and almost a little angrily said, “Sit”.
I was almost instantly hard and had to try and subtly adjust my erection straight up so it wasn’t making a tent in my jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her while she stood in line. Her confidence had me feeling so submissive.
As I drove her back to her home, I honestly don’t remember if we talked at all. When we got to her house she led me to what I assume was an extra bedroom. There was a small dresser across from the foot of the bed with restraints, dildos, butt plugs and lube. She pointed at the floor at the foot of the bed and told me to kneel and wait for her.
I got on my knees, mindful of my posture, and stared at the floor with my hands behind my back. I could hear her heals clicking around the tile floor of her home. I heard the refrigerator open. And then nothing for what seemed like ten minutes. I was beyond turned on.
It was early spring. The window in the room was open halfway, and the blinds pulled all the way up. I could here the sounds of a suburban neighborhood Sunday afternoon filtering into the room. I was actually excited that whatever was about to happen might be visible to her neighbors, and again wondered at how comfortable she seemed in her own skin.
When she came back into the room, she told me “Good Boy” with a smile in her voice. I was in the exact same position as when she left. She laid down on the bed and I looked up at her. She had changed into jeans that rode up high on her calves and a T-shirt. My eyes settled on her bare feet and sky blue painted toe nails.
“I have some emails to return and might have to take some calls. Massage my feet.”
My cock was so hard in my jeans. I began to rub her feet while she ignored me, her face buried in her phone. I absolutely love being treated as a servant, and I was only more aroused by the fact that she was ignoring me while I searched for the knots in her soles. I was trying hard to impress her with my massage skills.
I worked over both her feet, spent some time on her heals and calves. I heard the noises of Kik chat and assumed she was in the room where we had met. She told me in chat that I was her little secret and not to tell the room about us.
Since I’d already spent so much time massaging I decided to see if she would let me worship her feet with my mouth. I started by leaning in and kissing one of her soles and she didn’t protest. They were a little sweaty and I inhaled her scent through my nostrils as I began to lick the bottom of her foot, firmly, with long broad strokes to try and avoid tickling her.
I looked up at her as I did it, and she continued to ignore me. I started to lick her her big toe. I lightly nibbled it with my teeth, and then began to slowly suck it, trying to make love to her foot with my mouth. I started moving my way down, sucking and nibbling each of her toes, one at a time. Licking between them and taking in the smell of her feet as I did it.
Once I got to her last toe I started sucking multiple toes. I was in a frenzy of lust now and started slowly taking as much of her foot into my mouth as I could, deep throating her foot until I gagged. She still just played on her phone like I wasn’t even there.
I moved over to her other foot, and started again, tasting the sweat from the sole of her foot. Caressing her calves as a sucked in her toes. Before I could deep throat her second foot she put her phone down and said her car was ready.
I drove her back to her car. Surprised the wet spot of precum in my underwear hadn’t leaked all the way through my jeans. As she got out she told me I was a good slut, and that she wanted to use me again before I left town. I waited to make sure she got in her car and could drive it off before I left back to my hotel.
We did end up meeting up again, but that’s a story for another time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fom4u6/met_a_domme_from_kik_on_a_business_trip_ds_foot
Damn, that was good. I truly hope you are going to post more.