The Footist

THE FOOTIST

by bound bob 2005

Lines of my sexual development blur. What came first my submissive sexual tendencies or my fetishes? It's like asking the chicken or the egg question. I'm sure my silk and satin fetish has always been with me. My submission? I'm not sure when that happened. The leather fetish I think came after my Domme fetish. Stocking fetish, who knows but they look great on leather clad Dommes. I don't have a foot fetish but now I always look at a woman's feet. I blame my wife for this. She loved to have her feet pampered, massaged and kissed. She so enjoyed when I gave her a pedicure. I was always good kneading a woman's flesh. I was a natural masseuse and feet were my specialty. I didn't even know I had this talent until my wife discovered it. I loved nothing more then giving her pleasure and rubbing her feet was her greatest pleasure. I miss her so much.

My son has grown and started his own life. I was alone and had no direction or purpose. I turned to the Internet and to those that shared my particular tastes sexually. Its amazing the varied amount of groups on the net that cater to particular fetishes. I found silk scarf groups, scarf bondage groups, femdom groups, strap-on groups, the list is endless and if you don't find what you are looking for you can create it. The Internet is so cool and made me feel not so all alone. I had several friends on the net and was vocal in a few groups. I was very weary of people out there in cyberspace, how many of them were lying about whom they were, how many were just waiting to take advantage of you? Although I found solace in the net it was also full of predators.

That is where I first met Lady Amber. I followed her thoughts in many debates in the groups and liked the way she thought. I didn't always agree with her but her feelings closely matched mine on the subject of Femdom. Can you believe there are people out there who claim that there is nothing sexual about Femdom? Neither can I; sure maybe there really are but I can only go by my feelings and nothing drives me sexually more then my submission.

Lady Amber was always good at starting conversations in the groups and one particular day she posted her passion of having her feet worshipped. Before I was done reading her whole message my penis was pushing mightily at my jeans. I thought I could pleasure you Lady Amber like you have never been pleasured before. I was positive I could give her what she wrote and more. Just the thought that I could give this woman the pleasure she craved bought me to the brink of explosion.

But these thoughts stayed with me. I have never been a risk taker and I am extremely shy despite my written battles with some in the groups. I couldn't contact this woman, this Mistress, this Domme and lay claim that I could give your feet pleasure like they never have had before. Dommes real or fake get bombarded daily on the net by jerks and wannabes; I didn't want to be thought of that way.

The gods or more correctly Goddesses shined on me soon after though when Lady Amber wrote to me. I guess she liked how I presented my thoughts in the groups and wrote to tell me. This opened the door and soon we were sharing e-mails almost daily. When I felt the time was right I told her how much I enjoyed her passion on foot worship and how adept I was at pleasuring a woman's feet. Lady Amber's next e-mail to me pretty much demanded I put up or shut up.

I hadn't really thought of a meeting with Lady Amber. I felt we were a safe distance apart. Meeting a woman in the Femdom lifestyle scared the hell out of me. My wife and I played, dabbled lets say in Femdom. She would tie me up in scarves (my favorite), spank my ass till it was the red she liked and from time to time used a strap-on or other anal toys on me. I would massage her, give her pedicures, cook, clean the baths, wash the clothes (she would not let me iron which was fine by me because I had no clue), do the dishes and numerous other chores, I did this all to please her and was never ordered to do it. Once in a blue moon she would order me to wear panties to work then tease me by phone or e-mail all day. Also once in a while prior to some strap-on play she would have me put on a pair of her old pantyhose then tear them exposing my backdoor and gentiles. That was the extent of my Femdom experience; not, I thought in the same league as a lifestyle Domme.

I spent a few sleepless nights thinking about Lady Amber and then it hit me, why not show her? What do I have to lose? Besides my company has been telling me to use some of my unused vacation time anyway. I e-mailed Lady Amber and told her I would love the honor of pleasuring her feet.

Lady Amber was no fool or was she desperate or unsafe and had me jump threw many a hoop to assure her of my sincerity. Of the many hoops was her shopping trip she sent me on. I was to go to Victoria Secret and purchase some panties, garter belt and hose of her specifications. I was to get a written note from the sales woman who helped me and if possible a picture of her and I outside the store. My face reddened just reading her command. I went to a mall that was three counties away and had a young girl no more then 21 wait on me. She smiled as I told her my needs and laughed as my face grew beet red. She however was not taken aback by the orders I was following. She unfortunately could not help me. Victoria Secret carried nothing that would fit me. She did however write me a note and took a picture with me. I was dejected having failed Lady Amber on my first real mission. The young sales girl seeing my disappointment as I left the store stopped me and told me to wait for her. She went to her boss and told her she was going on a break then took my arm and escorted me through the mall. We ended up at a Fredericks of Hollywood where a friend of hers worked. They were able to get me close to what Lady Amber desired to have me wear. The Fredericks girl wrote a note to Lady Amber and the three of us had our picture taken outside the Fredericks store. The Victoria Secret girl gave me her e-mail address and asked me to have Lady Amber write her. She had an idea what my shopping adventure was all about and was interested in doing the same to her boy friend. I scanned the letters and sent them and the pictures to Lady Amber along with a detailed report. She was very pleased. I was so happy I walked on air the rest of the week. I neglected to tell her how my knees nearly buckled on me as I left the mall or how I shook a good ten minutes after I got in my car.

After a few more hoops and dozens of questions, I think Lady Amber was satisfied with my commitment and sincerity. We set a date that was three weeks away. I was to go to the Knights Inn off of interstate 80 in Michigan City, Indiana. Once there I would receive further instructions.

‘Michigan City, Indiana', I shouted to myself. Using Map Quest I found that it was an 11 hour and 35 minutes trip from my house. I requested and got approved for a two-week vacation from my job. My trip or adventure to see Lady Amber was going to be at least 23 hours of driving for me and I was only guaranteed a meal with Lady Amber at this point. We may meet and she may decide that she is not interested in me. Nothing ventured nothing gained I thought.

Three weeks turned out to be an eternity. The days dragged on and the nights were worse. I didn't sleep much and had very little interest in food. Anticipation and anxiety are a deadly pair. My mind was so conflicted. Why was I venturing into this? What was I expecting to come of it? Why the hell was I driving halfway across the country? The answers to these questions turned out to be very easy. I was lonely. Lady Amber seemed to be a woman that would get great pleasure from my talents and it had been a while since I had given a woman pleasure. Finally, I was in a phase of my life now that I could do this trip.

My departure date finally arrived. I had decided to take two days to drive out there so I would not be so worn out from the drive when I met Lady Amber. I pack a small bag, lingerie that she had me purchase included. I also loaded in to my car the gift I would present her with upon my arrival.

My route was an easy one; I just had to make my way to route 80 and head west. The butterflies in my stomach were so bad I thought I was going to have to pull over and puke my guts up. Once on the interstate and the white lines blurring past my car the butterflies were slowly washed away.

My thoughts drifted to Lady Amber. I realized I had not asked her anything about herself and she told me very little. I know she has blond hair and have seen just her eyes (at least I thought they were her eyes). I guess I don't have a clue as to who Lady Amber really is. For all I know she could be some guy named Bubba. All I really know is she has a real sexual passion for Femdom and at this point that's all that counts. If she turns out to be Bubba I can walk away.

I could not stop driving and made it to Michigan City in a little less than eleven hours. I was there a whole day early. I found the Knights Inn easy enough but decided not to check in. What if she worked there? She would see I was a whole day early and that I could not follow instructions. I checked into a no name motel, it just had a sign with big numbers $29.99 as a name.

After checking in and seeing my no frills room, I decided to explore Michigan City. My first impression was it was not much of a city. I was drawn to the lakefront as I am always drawn to the water. I love lighthouses and was happy to find one here. I spent time in the dunes. It was cold but I guess I was happy there was no snow. The Great Lakes always befuddled me. You have a large body of water, sea gulls flying about and sand dunes but when you go to breath in there is no salty scent.

I retired early to my room to wait out the long night and wonder what tomorrow will bring.

I arose at first light after a sleepless night. I decided to drive up to St. Josephs, Michigan and view the two pier lighthouses there. Figuring out how to get there and back kept my mind off of the events about to unfold. The lighthouses were great to look at but I did not stay long; I was anxious to get back to Michigan City and check into the Knights Inn.

Along with the keys to my room, the clerk at the motel desk gave me an envelope addressed to me. I took it and got back into my car to drive to my room. I wanted to tear the envelope open immediately but waited until I had unpacked the car and settled in my room.

I sat on the edge of the double bed and with my pocketknife I carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a hand written note. The script writing was female, Lady Amber's writing. A short note: Lakeside Inn 5:00 p.m. Lady Amber.

I had two hours to get ready. I took a very long shower, soaping myself up several times to make sure I was as clean as I could be. I shaved and brushed my teeth. I put deodorant on and was about to spray some cologne but thought better of it since I had no idea whether Lady Amber would like the scent or not.

I pulled out the lingerie Lady Amber had me buy earlier and started pulling on the black stockings, being careful not to cause a run. I stared at the black lacey garter belt trying to figure out how to put it on. My mind drifted back to the movie ‘Bull Durham' with Kevin Costner telling Tim Robbins how to put one on the right way. Once I got the belt on hooking the stockings to the belt was another challenge in it self. I felt stupid that I was having a hard time dressing myself and even more stupid wearing the lingerie. The silky black panties came next. The panties were snug and I had to do some adjusting to try to get a little comfort. Despite my humiliation, the panties felt nice and I started getting erect.

I had seen the Lakeside Inn on my travels and it seemed more bar than fancy restaurant so I dressed casual but nice. Navy blue Dockers with a long sleeved white button down shirt with a navy and red tie went on next. Brown leather shoes and a brown corduroy jacket completed my dress. I was hoping Lady Amber did not think I was under dressed although I was as dressed up as I ever got.

I arrived at the Lakeside at 4:45 p.m. on the nose. Entering the establishment, I realized I was the only customer. I was right in my assumption that the place was a bar more then anything else. In fact it seemed to be a biker bar. The only other person in the bar was the bartender, a rather large buxom woman wearing a black leather vest and tattoos up and down her arms. She had black from a bottle curly short hair. Her vest was very tight and strained against her rather large breasts. Her eyes bore into mine and I knew she could kick my ass if it came down to that.

“What can I do for ya”? She spoke more like a command rather then a question.

I was already nervous to begin with but now I felt extremely out of place and the silky under things beneath my clothes made me feel very vulnerable. I felt sweat start to gather at my brow.

“Uh…. nothing just yet, thank you. I'm meeting a friend here shortly then I can order”.

The bartender grunted and went back to wiping glasses. As instructed by an e-mail, I sat in the back table with my back to the entrance. I placed my gifts for Lady Amber in the chair to my left. My whole body was shaking. Still time to run I briefly thought.

At precisely 5 o'clock I heard the distinctive click of high heels enter the bar.

The bartender bellowed out, “Amber, long time”.

“How have you been Sally”? A matter of fact yet smoky sound, Lady Amber's voice reached my ears for the first time.

“Not bad. That your new bitch back there”? Sally said with a chuckle.

“We shall see”, Lady Amber trailed off to a light laugh.

The clicks of her heels on the wooden floor drew closer. I was shaking like a leaf. How pathetic I must look. Every fiber of my will was needed not to get up and run away or to keep from turning around and looking.

I could smell leather mixed with an expensive scent I could not identify. A leather-clad hand rested lightly on my shoulder. My shaking stopped cold.

“Bound Bob, I presume”?

In one swift motion I got out of my chair turned Lady Amber's way and knelt on one knee with my head down as per Lady Amber's instructions. I stared at her black patent leather stiletto pumps and could see a ghost image of myself in the shoes. Dark nylon clad legs flowed into the pumps. I could not or dared not look higher.

Sally chuckled from behind the bar and my face grew red.

“Rise Bob”, Lady Amber sweetly commanded.

I rose and turned to pull her chair out for her. She moved in front of me as I pushed the chair in. I deeply inhaled her leathers and her scent both were intoxicating.

Lady Amber was a vision. She wore a tight black leather skirt that creaked as she sat. A matching black leather jacket that was tailored like a business suite molded her body. A white shiny satin blouse with a bright red silk scarf tightly tied around her neck finish of her ensemble. I felt a bit flattered thinking she knew of my scarf fetish and wore the scarf for me.

As I sat down I panicked and started to rise. What was I thinking? Should I have waited to be told to sit?

Lady Amber placed her gloved hand firmly on my arm. “Sit, its OK. Lets get acquainted”.

Sally appeared by us at that moment. “Care to order now”?

I stared at Lady Amber afraid to say anything.

“Calm down Bob. Sally here makes the best burgers in the state. Sal I'll take a white wine for now and a burger platter, medium rare. And you Bob”?

I cleared my throat, “a diet coke and a burger, well done, please”.

“There now that was not so hard was it? So how was the trip out here? I was almost surprised to see that you showed”.

I don't know what it was but Lady Amber was having a calming effect on me and I felt my tension drain from my muscles. “The trip went by like a blur to tell you the truth. And I really don't want to tell you how many times I almost turned around but I am so happy I didn't”, a big smile grew on my face.

Lady Amber pulled off her gloves revealing very well manicured nails painted in a bright red polish. Her nails had points but were not very long. “So Bob, why would you travel all this way? What are you expecting, hmmm”?

“I don't know really. All I know is you have a passion about you that I love. I feel I have a talent that could please you very much and I feel this very strong need to please you”.

“My pleasure is a very hard thing to obtain. You don't really know me at all. In fact this is the first time you ever laid eyes on me or ever heard my voice. So how do you know what will give me pleasure”?

“Ah but Lady Amber, I do know you. I read everything you write; I think I know you better then your family or coworkers do. That is of course if what you wrote was the truth and I do believe it to be the truth or I would not be here. And to be truthful it did not matter what you looked like just that you have the passion that you have.”

“Do you have any idea what you may be getting yourself into my dear Bob? If you fuck with me I can hurt you in ways you never dreamed of, understand”?

Just then Sally arrived with our burgers. I just nodded my head yes.

I bit into my burger and nearly spit it out. What is this I thought as I gave the burger a closer inspection? Lady Amber gave me an amused smile and said, “veggie burger”. We ate in near silence. Lady Amber's staring seemed to pierce my very soul. She seemed to be studying my every movement; it made me uneasy. I never tasted the burger I chomped on. Maybe it was the best burger in the state or for all I know it could have been deep-fried dog poop.

I gulped down the last of my burger and washed its remains away with the last of my diet coke. I cleared my throat and broke the awkward silence. “Lady Amber, I have a feeling you have been hurt by potential subs before. My intentions are as I stated. I would like to take you to my motel room or anywhere you may desire and show you how I can make your feet feel. Once I am done, the next move is yours. If you want to stop right there then that's fine with me. If you would like to take it further then that would be great. I am already honored that you met me here everything else is gravy to me. And with that sentiment here are a few no strings attached gifts I got for you.” I handed Lady Amber the gifts.

“Alright Bob I will give you your chance to demonstrate your talents, but be warned you have built yourself up so much you better not disappoint me or I will punish you because I do know that would give me great pleasure. Thank you for the gifts but you really needn't have done so.” Lady Amber took the boxes and began to unwrap the first box.

The lid of the first box was removed revealing a rainbow of silk. “I had no idea what your favorite colors might be so I hope I got a good sampling.” Lady Amber pulled out a black silk panty from Victoria Secret. A white panty followed this, then a red panty, purple panty, green panty and lastly a blue pair were pulled from the box.

“How did you know my size? You took a big chance mister. Too big and I would have been insulted, too small and I would have been frustrated. I do adore Victoria Secret lingerie so much.”

“Just a lucky guess”. Bob didn't mention the studying of her one arm visible in one picture on Lady Amber's website holding a flogger. He took an educated guess based on that arm and had hoped it was her arm. He never even thought of the ramifications of a wrong guess.

Lady Amber placed the panties back in the box and put the lid back on. She grabbed the second box. It was a large square box with some weight to it. “Hmm, whatever could this be”, she mused as she started to unwrap the gift.

It was a very high-end pedicure kit. It had everything you could think of for the perfect pedicure. “I hope you will allow me the honor of giving you a pedicure with this set Lady Amber.”

“Allow you to give me a pedicure? My dear boy, I demand it! Lets get started.”

I gathered up the boxes and left money for the meal on the table. I then followed Lady Amber to the bar. “OK Bob, give me your drivers license and a valid credit card”. Without questioning her order I reached into my wallet and handed over the requested items. Lady Amber in turn handed them to Sally. “Sally this boy has promised me pleasure. We are going to his room at the Knights Inn off route 80. What is the room number Bob”?

“114”, I said in a quiet voice.

“Sally if you don't here from me by midnight call the room. If you don't speak to me then call the police”.

“You got it Amber. Maybe you can send one of your bitch boys my way soon”?

“Thanks Sal, who knows maybe I'll send you this one.” Both women laughed as I followed Lady Amber to her car, my face glowing a bright red.

I placed the boxes in the back of Lady Amber's car. She then had me sit and wait for her in my car. Lady Amber took a piece of paper and pen from her purse and wrote down something as she was staring at me. The she went back into the bar. My guess was she gave Sally the make of my car and license plate number. Lady Amber came back out and motioned for me to follow her.

We arrived at the motel without incident. I quickly got out of my car and went over to Lady Amber's. She was already out and opening the back door of her car. She handed me a black leather case and then the pedicure kit. “Key”, she commanded. I fumbled through my pocket and handed her the key. She opened the door and entered with me following close behind. My heart started to race and my mind began to wonder what if I fail?

I didn't have much more of a chance as Lady Amber barked out the command, “strip”! I quickly put down my burden and began to undress. Lady Amber sat on the bed with her black leather case and opened it. I was out of my shoes, bare chest and releasing my belt when Lady Amber pulled a black leather riding crop from her case. She was tapping the crop into her still gloved hand as I stepped out of my pants to reveal my black lingerie. I removed my socks and stood there trembling and feeling stupid awaiting Lady Amber's next order.

“Bob, you have better be very good at what you do. No slave of mine would ever have a stomach that big”.

Her words cut me like a knife. It was all I could do to not start to cry. My weight has always been a constant battle. A battle I had lost most of my life and only recently have won little skirmishes.

“I am giving you this opportunity to prove to me you are worthy. I have taken into consideration your request to you ‘free reign' on my feet and legs. This crop will be used if I do not like what you are doing. If I hit you with it you are to stop and wait for my next order. At any time that I feel you have gotten out of line this session ends and you are never to bother me again. Do we understand each other”?

“Yes, Lady Amber”.

“Alright on your knees in front of me, here”, Lady Amber commanded using her crop as a pointer.

I crawled over and kneeled at her feet. Lady Amber planted her right pumped foot into my chest with the heel digging in painfully. “Kiss it”!

I planted my lips softly on the toe of the shiny black leather. “Mmmmm”, Lady Amber uttered in a combination of pleasure and satisfaction. She lifted her toe off my chest and the heel of her pump pointed at my face like a dagger. “Make love to it”!

I froze for a second and the crop landed on my nylon-clad leg. I bent and took the heel into my mouth. The heel was four or maybe five inches. I engulfed the heel until my upper lip hit the bottom of the pump's sole. Then I sucked up till I had the point at the edge of my lips then back down as one would in performing fellatio. Then I started running my tongue up and down and around the shaft. “Oh, that's a nice start boy. Now go ahead and do your thing”.

“Thank you so much Lady Amber. Could I please remove your shoes”? Lady Amber nodded yes. Slowly and with great care I pulled off each shoe and placed it upright and neat next to the bed. With my soft hands I cupped the heel of one foot and drew the foot closer to me. The leather, perfume and perspiration scents of Lady Amber made my head swoon. The silky feel of her stocking covered foot made my fingers excited and they started to rub and explore this Goddess's foot. My fingers traced the delicate high arch of Lady Amber's foot. I drew my head closer and planted a deep and loving kiss to the ball of her foot. I then moved my mouth up and swallowed her stocking reinforced covered toes while my fingers started to rub Lady Amber's heel and ankle. I felt Lady Amber recline on the bed as the world disappeared for me accept for the Lady's feet and legs.

I held the bottom of her foot firmly with my right hand and my left grabbed her toes and gently rotated them around in a small circle. Several of her knuckles cracked when I did this. I kneed the soles of her foot with my thumbs as my fingers danced around on the top of her foot. My cock stated to grow and strain against the silk panties as my nose detected a new, slightly musky scent.

I switched my attention to Lady Amber's other foot and repeated my techniques. Then I started, with light pressure, dragging my fingers from the back of her knees, down her firm calves, around her ankles and finishing at her toes. I repeated this several times enjoying the silkiness of Lady Amber's stockings.

As much as I enjoyed the sensuous feel of her stockings I knew I had to remove them to really get down to business. “Lady Amber, may I please remove your stockings”? I waited for her reply.

“Yes Bob, remove them but no funny business. And be careful with them, put a run in them and I'll tan your hide good”.

Nervous now I stood up. My fully erect cock had made a black silk pup tent between my legs. I eased up on the bed and make now shaking fingers started to slowly and with great care hike up Lady Amber's leather skirt to get at the garters. Lady Amber's black lace panty became visible and I stared a moment too long. A sharp pain erupted on my panty clad ass as the crop found its target.

“Mind your eyes and back to your task boy”!

I quickly unleashed the garters on her left leg then got off the bed and went to the opposite side. I could have just straddled her legs to get at the other garters but it would have been too much of a temptation to rub my boner against those sexy nylon clad legs. The bad boy inside me wanted to hump her legs like the dog that I am but luckily I have him somewhat controlled. I released the garters on her right leg and slowly peeled off the stocking. I went back around and removed the other stocking. Then I turned them right side out, smooth them and rolled them up. I stuck them in one of the pumps by the bed.

Lady Amber's naked legs were now before me. This was my big moment. This is what I excelled at. My hands circled her upper right thigh as I went into masseuse mode. I made very sure to not go too high on the thigh as to draw Lady Amber's ire. I moved back and forth between Lady Amber's silky smooth, muscular thighs. I looked up to see Lady Amber's head was reclined back and her eyes closed. A slight smile was on her beautiful lips. My cock grew even more ridged as her muskiness filled my nostrils.

I slowly worked my way lower on her legs. Stopping at the back of her knee and lightly drawing small circles there. A soft sigh escaped Lady Amber and it was music to my ears.

Her calf muscles were well defined and I gave them a real work out. I could feel Lady Amber drift even deeper into relaxation. Her skin was so soft. It was like I was massaging silk; it was that smooth. Lady Amber or maybe a slave puts a lot of work into her skin, I thought as I continued my trek down to her feet.

I massaged her ankles using the part of my hand between my thumb and index finger. Moving in half circles around her delicate ankles. I spent time lightly but firmly rubbing the Achilles' tendons. I learned from past practices that rubbing too hard here could be very painful for someone, but with just the right amount of pressure it is very pleasant.

Before making my way to Lady Amber's feet, I slowly and very lightly dragged my fingertips the length of each leg. This sent slight shivers through Lady Amber's body. I was very happy that Lady Amber was responding to my techniques just as my wife had. Although I thought I could please other women, I never really knew that I could but now I can tell that my hands can pleasure others. This made me very happy. Now for the real test; Lady Amber's feet wait.

I start the feet by clenching my fingers over the tops of her toes on her right foot. My other hand firmly grasps the middle of her foot at the instep. I then begin to rotate the toes with my hand. Starting slowly and with small circles but then increasing my speed while I make larger circles. Lady Amber's toe knuckles begin to crack and pop. She lets out a large surprised gasp and for a split second I think I have caused her pain but then a sigh follows and I know my rotation of her toes is pleasing to her.

Once the first foot is loosened up I go to the left foot where more cracks and pops are followed by another gasp and sigh.

I next concentrate on Lady Amber's toes on her right foot. Toes are my favorite part of the foot. I begin by snaking my index finger between each toe. As I push the finger between the toes, I also rotate it back and forth pressing slightly into the soft web-like flesh the connects the toes to each other.

Once I have done each of the four areas I start using my tongue by pushing it between the toes. I do this several times from the tops of the toes and then from the bottom of the toes. This act in it self pulls me deeper into my submissiveness. I don't understand why it does but I always feel this way and I like the feeling a lot. I do know that is why I favor toes on the feet more then any other part.

I then begin to suck on each toe starting with the smallest and working my way to the big toe where it's almost like sucking a hard little cock.

The toe sucking is followed by more toe massaging which I do to dry the toes so they don't get too cold as I move on to the toes on Lady Amber's left foot.

As soon as I finish Lady Amber's toes on her left foot, I wrap my hands around the tops of each foot just below the toes. My thumbs begin to firmly rub the balls of Lady Amber's feet. I move my thumbs back and forth over the balls plus make little circles with them as I go. Lady Amber lets out an, “ahh” of pleasure as my thumbs dig harder into the balls of her feet.

Next each instep gets my attention. Lady Amber's have a lovely high arch to them. Slowly I massage them with my thumbs. Then I drag the back of my nail of my middle finger along the instep's curvature. This move has to be done just right as to not tickle her feet. Lady Amber gives a little tug jump to her left foot. I knew I came very close to a tickle and had a feeling that would be a punishable offense.

I now work the ridgeline part of the side of foot, the outside part you might say. My thumb and knuckle of my forefinger kneed the tender flesh there. I slowly work from the toe end down to the heel.

The heels of a Domme always seems to be in need of massaging more than any other part of the foot. Maybe it is due to the wearing of spiked heels? Whatever the reason I put a lot of time and effort into the heels. They take a unique mixture of firmness and gentleness to make the experience pleasant for the Domme. Lady Amber's toes wiggle back and forth as I work on her heels. I can only assume that it is a sign of pleasure. I have to control myself from abandoning the heels to lick and suck her toes once more.

After a little over two hours I have completed massaging her feet. My fingers are cramped and ache. “Would Lady Amber allow me the pleasure of giving her a pedicure now”?

“Not at this moment Bob. I assure you that you will get your chance but right now I need to use the little girl's room. I want you to stay right where you are on your knees.”

As Lady Amber slowly gets off the she gathers her bag, high heels and stockings. She smiles at me and points at my erection with her crop. “You flatter me boy. Now sit tight.”

Lady Amber closes the bathroom door. I heard her close it but did not see it since I'm kneeling towards the bed and felt I might get in trouble if I turned around. My right hand went down and rubbed my erection through the black silk panty. I had to force myself to stop rubbing before I came. I am pretty sure that would get me a beating or worse might cause Lady Amber to leave. My balls were hurting from being so erect for so long. I prayed that I was worthy of Lady Amber. I thought she enjoyed herself but I do not know what her thoughts are. What is taking her so long? It has felt like an eternity since she shut the door.

Just then I heard the door open and I heard the click of her heels. No, my mind screamed. She is leaving. I felt crushed and fought back tears that stated to well up. I felt Lady Amber behind me.

“Turn around Bob but remain on your knees.”

I did as I was told and turned around. I came face to face with a large red rubber dildo. Lady Amber was in her heels and stocking, plus a black satin bra but the rest of her clothes were removed. She had also put on a black leather strap-on harness that held the dildo.

She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me into the dildo. “Lets see how good a cock sucker you are Bob. You made me so horny that I'm going to fuck you silly. Now take it bitch”!

I was one happy man at that moment.