It’s been 15 minutes since I asked you to be here, and you’re not sure why. On the phone I hadn’t specified what I was calling you over for – and at such a late hour. And now you were here, in the entryway of my unfamiliar home, rocking back and forth in your shoes with no indication as to what to do.
Your thoughts are so loud that the taps of my heels are the only warning you get before I breeze into the room. You lean out eagerly to greet me but I walk past you to pour myself a drink.
“Kneel.”
You look flustered, not sure if you’re to reply to me or to follow my instructions. I give you a brief glance out of the corner of my eye that settles the matter.
I pause in front of you, taking your chin in my hand, as if appraising.
“You’re not very good at asking for what you want, are you?”
Unbalanced already the question catches you off beat you stutter –
“N-”
“We’ll change that,” I let go of your chin to return to my drink, walking back over to the couch, taking off first one, and then my other heel, and stretching out in a comfortable repose.
“Well? Come.”
You move to get up.
“Not like that.”
You freeze, already so eager to please. Under my steadily approving gaze you slowly sink back to your knees hunching toward the floor until you’re on all fours.
My smile reaches my eyes.
“Good.”
You begin to crawl toward me as the smile tips into a smirk.
“I can work with that.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t8cchh/come_sit_at_my_feet_for_a_pov_gentle_femdom
Can’t wait for part 2