A Lesson in Patience – SOFT FEMDOM PETPLAY + FOOTJOB EROTICA pt. 2 written by yours truly

It’s the longest three seconds you’ve ever lived, watching me watch you as you crawl towards me, my unflinching gaze sliding over the smooth, almost feline roll of your body. By the time you reach my calves you feel naked. You certainly feel ridiculous in your office clothes, but you can somehow tell by my gaze that I’m unfazed.

You’ve reached my lap and are starting to hesitate. I can see it on you, staring at me from all fours.

“Up,” I say and gesture for you to sit back.

Only then do I lean forward and instead of grasping your chin again, you feel my knuckles graze your cheek and the warmest smile spreads across my face – you feel as if the sun has risen on your skin.

“You’re just about the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day.”

Your heart stops at the declaration.

“Come,” I say, “sit here with me.” I’m gesturing at the spot on the floor next to my feet, making it clear where you’re expected, and where you’re not.

Awkwardly you shift yourself into a kneeling position next to my feet and hear the creak of the couch as I lean back. You’re wondering what comes next at the moment you feel the barest sweep of my fingertips against your hair. You’d doubt it but after a moment you feel my fingers sink into your hair as I begin a slow, idle scratch with the tips of my fingernails.

You sigh, the tension in your back softening by degrees, almost losing yourself to time as I continue my gentle scratching but over time you can feel me softly maneuvering your head to rest against my knee.

As your head finally rests fully against my knee you swear you can hear me murmur, “good boy”.

We sit there for a while, me resting my eyes in the unlit room, you listening to my breathing as I scratch a tempo on your scalp, until you begin to feel the brushes of something against your thigh.

You look down to realize it’s my still-nyloned foot. I’m stroking it rhythmically against your thigh, idly almost.

You shift reflexively, eager for the touch, and sure enough, with every sweep my toes creep the slightest bit higher.

You’re absolutely sure this is a dream, but after eons of waiting you’re not going to ask questions. Especially as my toes begin to barely graze the obvious outline of your cock, straining valiantly against your office slacks.

You glance up at me to see if I’m giving any indication of what I’m doing, to catch any hint that might give away my motive but I’m still lounging with my eyes closed, a small smile on my face. I look perfectly at home as your brain spins.

And then my toes climb from your slacks over the crest of your head, cut clearly in relief as it strains beneath them. You’re almost certain this can’t be a coincidence. And then I flex my toes and press gently, giving the length of you a slow, firm stroke with the ball of my foot.

A whimper forces its way out of you.

“That’s it.” I say.

You jump, startled by my voice and are met by a warm, full laugh that heads straight for your crotch.

“Wha-”

“Ah!” my foot freezes. “That’s not what pets sound like.”

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