To Serve my Mistress
Chapter 1 Meet the Mistress
The place to start is with a physical description of Mistress. She is a BBW,
with a strong emphasis on the second B - Beautiful in the extreme. Long, flowing
red hair complimenting a gorgeous face. Standing 5'6" and weighing perhaps 240,
Mistress has a huge set of the most beautiful breasts in the world, a large
waist and powerful, short legs. Put it all together, and you have a true
goddess, worthy of being served; no, demanding to be served.
Mistress began our first meeting by having me get totally naked and kneel before
her as she sat on the couch. Mistress instructed me as to the proper position
for a submissive to take; on my knees, head down, hands behind my back. Even
this seemingly harmless position was difficult in the sense that my natural
desire was to be able to look upon Mistress' beautiful face or to try to catch a
look at what may lay between her gorgeous thighs. But I had to keep my head down
and await further instructions. Mistress instructed me to look up into her face.
Unless otherwise mentioned in this recounting of events (which is what I would
rather call this than merely a story), all of Mistress' commands are obeyed
immediately and without a second thought. After all, what else could I do? I was
under her spell, captivated by the sheer force of her will and the beauty of her
being.
"What are your limits?" She asked me. Being pretty inexperienced in this and
with my head feeling intoxicated by merely being in Her presence, I mumbled out
a reply something to the effect of none or nothing.
"Really?" said Mistress. She then proceeded to list several areas that She was
not into, including blood, asphyxiation, and scat. I concurred that I was not
into these either, though I must admit that the thought of her scat did sort of
intrigue me.
"I've always been intrigued by the idea of drinking pee," I squeaked.
"Really?" said Mistress with a smile. "I would like for you to do that at a
later time; perhaps I will pee in a wine glass and have you drink it."
The thought of drinking Mistress' pee, swirling it around in my mouth before
swallowing, was making my cock literally throb. With these pleasantries taken
care of, I waited for what was next.
My first command was to massage Mistress' feet. She has small, rough feet, the
feet of someone who enjoys walking around barefoot. I held Mistress' right foot
in my hands and began massaging the sole and ball of her foot. To my surprise, I
immediately became erect. I think it was a combination of the control that I
felt I was under in addition to the thought of licking these beautiful feet.
That was my next order, in fact. Mistress commanded me to lick her foot and suck
her toes. Each toe was to be sucked long and slow, being sure that my tongue
carefully worked its way between each toe. Having never done this before, I did
not feel skilled in this, but Mistress assured me that I was doing fine. Spurred
on by Her compliment, I proceeded to suck each toe as if it were a little penis,
licking the top and bottom and sucking as if the toes could provide some of the
beautiful nectar that I knew dwelt inside of Mistress. The area between the toes
(is there a name for that?) tasted delicious. I was tingling all over from this
foot worship. The smell of her feet was absolutely delightful, and I felt that I
could do this for hours. For the first time, I understood what a foot fetish was
all about. Luckily for me, Mistress allowed me to worship her feet for about an
hour, spending the time equally between left and right. When she ordered me to
stop, I was disappointed, apprehensive as to what may come next (I knew it
wouldn't be me) and my little cock was hard as a rock.
Moving beyond those wonderful feet, Mistress laid down on the couch on her
stomach and instructed me to massage her calves. I was only too happy to comply.
Using a cream that Mistress provided, I rubbed it together in my palms and began
massaging Her left calf, starting by the ankle and working my way up. Her thighs
were surprisingly solid, and the feel of my fingers kneading into her flesh was
sending chills up my spine and down into my cock. I slowly massaged right up to
where the bottom of her ass met the top of the thigh, and then repeated this on
the right leg. All the while, I had the most incredible view of Mistress' ass,
smooth and round and beckoning me to get closer for a little sniff. I was able
to bring my face within a half-inch of Her ass crack; I do not know how I
managed to refrain from burying my face in that incredible ass. I so wanted and
needed to lick and kiss that ass. But, I knew that if I did that without
permission, I would be in for trouble.
