Message-ID: <3922eli$9709091025@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: 72370.1210@compuserve.com Subject: Re: story submission Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Disposition: inline Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <199709090435_MC2-1FB0-9519@compuserve.com> *************************************************************************** AUTHOR'S CAVEAT: This story is intended for adults ONLY. If you are not legally considered one wherever it is you are accessing it from, please stop reading now. All good things come to those who wait, says the bible, and most places seem to include erotic literature in the class of good things worth waiting for. Go figure. This story includes graphic descriptions of sexual activity that is not of the Missionary kind. If you happen to be one of those folks who make it a life-long quest to find things to be offended by, read no further. You'll have to go get a life elsewhere. This is just a story. It never happened, and never will happen. The author has chosen to remain anonymous, but nonetheless retains the copyright. Readers are welcome to copy and repost the story to any non-commercial site, provided they do not change it. And remember: play safe! Chap 1: Meeting at a mall (FemDom, Humilition) I guess I could start this by telling you something about myself, who I am, what I do, where I grew up. What I look like. But I am not going to, because it does not matter. Or not much, anyway. This is really not about my long-lost past, but about my present, and the recent past that led me here. There is not much to tie those two with my previous life, and so I will spare you the long buildup and cut to the chase. When your life is no longer yours, you tend to become pragmatic. * * * As is often the case, we met by accident. My shoes were getting too worn for comfort, so I went to the nearby mall. It being early evening, my favorite shoe store was mildly crowded, but not too badly so. Getting something that would work was not very difficult - brand name aside, men’s shoes are all pretty much the same, I feel - and it didn’t take too long before I was ready to end yet another ‘exciting’ excursion by paying for my purchases. Just as I was approaching the teller, however, one of the most stunning women I have ever seen walked into the store. She was in her early 20's, about 5ft 4, and the blond hair swirling around her shoulders accentuated her emerald-green eyes. Long, tanned legs melted into curvy hips, narrow waist and proud breasts. She was beautiful, she knew it, and she obviously loved flaunting it. Hip-hugging shorts and open sandals showcased her gorgeous legs to perfection, and a blue bodysuit left no doubt that she did not need a bra to support her magnificent bust. What clinched it for me was her bearing: she was completely sure of herself, sitting down on one of the store's couches with the air of one who knows she will be served immediately. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She mesmerized me in a way no woman had done before. I turned away from the counter, suddenly no longer quite so anxious to go home. Within seconds of setting herself down, a clerk rushed to the woman’s side. I pretended to look at a display case so I could admire her some more. From my vantage point I could not hear their conversation but he soon left, only to reappear moments later with three boxes. It was clear he wanted to stay at her side, but she dismissed him and he left. To my surprise, she then looked straight at me and beckoned me over. "You clearly like my legs, or you wouldn't stare at them so hard," she said by way of introduction. Her voice was husky, hoarse, with a trace of an Italian accent that served to make it even more sexy. "Help me try these on, then." Not able to deny her charge, I sat down on the low stool she indicated. She immediately extended her amazing legs and placed them on the stool, right between my spread legs. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked, arching her brow quizzically. So close, her presence was devastating. My mind was swirling with half-forgotten dreams and never-fulfilled fantasies. Her words barely penetrated the haze. I must have looked as confused as I felt, because she explained. "Take my sandals off and put these others on, silly. That's what you'd love to do, isn't it?" It was true. Her presence held me captive. Her legs mesmerized me. My long-held dreams of being owned, body and soul, were coming close to the surface. Here I was, in a public place with a woman I had never met before, being asked to act like a servant. I didn't even know her name. I nodded dumbly and started doing as I was told. She raised one leg to my face level and placed the other in my lap. Without saying anything I bent down, picked one of the boxes up, and started putting the sandals on her. The aroma of her dainty feet, only inches from my face, was intoxicating. All my life I had hoped for something like this to happen. The fantasies started before I reached puberty, and have never gone away. They finally seemed to be coming true. We attracted some strange looks from other patrons, but I didn't care. The embarrassment only served to increase my excitement - it has always been a major part of my fantasies. She noticed it too. A sandaled foot strayed to my crotch, where my erection was straining the fabric. "My, my. You're enjoying this, aren't you? I bet I could do anything I wanted with you." Her tone was light, but her face was serious, contemplating. "Yes, mam," I replied, head downcast. "Then kiss my big toe. Now!" I glanced around nervously, but knew that this dream-come-true would send me away forever if I didn't comply. I bent down to plant a reverent, if brief, kiss on her toe. "I think I shall call you George," she said after a moment. "Give me your phone number, George, and leave. You'd better be home every evening, because I'm not going to try more than once. My name is Liana." I wrote my number on a piece of paper, handed it to her, and left in a daze. The bulge in my pants must have been obvious to everyone; and two teenage girls giggled and pointed as I went to pay for my almost-forgotten purchase. The saleswoman's amused look only added to my humiliation and excitement. * * * I was still highly excited when I got home. I immediately rushed to masturbate, imagining the humiliations Liana would subject me to. Until then, I had only fantasized about a woman who would control, use and abuse me. Now it seemed I had finally found the real thing, and it was ten time more exciting than anything I've ever imagined. Having relieved myself, I settled down to wait by the phone, both yearning and dreading its ring. * * * She didn't call that day, or the next, or the one after. By the middle of the next week I had nearly given up hope of ever hearing her caressing voice again. When the phone rang, I expected it to be some friend, or perhaps an anonymous salesman. "This is Liana. What's your address?" A breathless moment of joy exploded inside me. I started telling her how happy I was that she called again, but Liana cut me short. She was only interested in the address. Once I've given it to her she said she'd be there in 30 minutes and that I should wait for her on my knees by the door. Then she hung up. It took her an hour and a half, but I was waiting by the door as she instructed, my heart beating rapidly. Liana walked in, wearing a blue micro-mini and a red blouse exposing a deep cleavage. To my disappointment, blue pumps hid her feet from view. She sauntered past me into the living room and sat down in my most comfortable chair, dropping her bag beside it. Only then did she speak. "Come here," and, when I started to rise, "on your knees. I like my men on their knees." I stopped before the chair. Kneeling, my head was at the level of her crotch. My eyes were irresistibly drawn to the gap between her thighs, which the brief skirt did little to hide. Liana slowly, provocatively, crossed her long legs, providing me with a perfect look at her black lace panties. For a while, nothing more was said. Liana looked down at me with a frightening intensity, as if trying to read my soul. Not able to meet that look, I soon dropped my eyes to look at her feet. "This is not a game for me George," she finally said. "Before we start this, you have to understand that this is very serious. If you had anything else in mind we might as well stop right now. This relationship, if there is to be one, will not about you, or what you want. It will be about me and my wishes only. You will live for me and obey me, always and immediately. I, on the other hand, will be free to do whatever I want, with whomever I want. Mostly, I will humiliate you, but I will often hurt you, either as punishment or simply because I wish to. Do you understand that?" I nodded, and when she insisted said it out loud "Yes, Liana, I understand." "These are the rules then: any order of mine will be carried out, immediately and with no argument, no matter how unreasonable it sounds; from now on, you may not come without my expressed permission; unless I tell you otherwise, you will always clean your come with your tongue immediately. I will not tie you down for your beatings - I find it much more exciting to have you prove your obedience by not lifting a finger to defend yourself." She slapped me then, hard. I was not expecting it, and nearly fell back, but immediately returned to my original position though my ears were ringing. She slapped me again, not nearly as hard. The third time was nearly a caress. "These are my rules. If they are acceptable, take my pumps off and lie at my feet." It was the moment of truth. I knew my actions in the next few seconds could change the course of my life. I lovingly removed her shoes and lay down, staring adoringly up at her. A fleeting smile crossed her lips. She put one fragrant foot on each of my shoulders. My eyes on her lacy underwear, Liana said "from now on, when we are in private, you will always be naked and call me `Mistress'. When I enter the room you will always kneel and kiss my ass. If I do this" - she extended her cupped hand, palm up - "you will step forward and place your balls in my hand, and not remove them, no matter what I do. Now open your mouth and extend your tongue." I did, and she bent forward. Taking obvious pleasure in the act, she leisurely worked up the spit in her mouth, then placed a large gob of it on my outstretched tongue. As the warm mass slowly ran down into my throat, I watched her hand move to her crotch and creep inside. "Close your eyes," she ordered me, and for the next small eternity the arrival of more spit was mixed with the smell of aroused woman and the sounds of impending, then peaking, and finally retreating, orgasm. Throughout it all, my cock was rock hard with the shame and the excitement. "You have not earned the right to kiss my cunt yet," Liana told me a while later, when her breathing had calmed down. "You are too lowly even for that. But you have been a good little slave, so I may let you kiss my feet. Would you like that?" "Yes mistress," I answered truthfully, and was rewarded by having her toes invade my still-open mouth. For a long time I licked and sucked her fragrant feet. I licked her whole foot, lovingly sucked each toe, and gently cleaned the space between them. At one time she had her entire foot crammed into my mouth. It was heaven. Then she took one foot and started to play with my impossibly stiff erection. I was ready to come in no time flat, but she wouldn't allow it. Liana stopped and removed a small camera from her bag. "I want you to double over, so your penis is above your face," she said. When I had complied, she ordered me to start stroking myself but not come without her permission. She also reminded me I would have to consume my own cum, and ordered me to keep my mouth open the entire time. "Aim well," she added, before leaning back to amusedly observe me, occasionally snapping pictures. Liana denied me release for quite a while. Each time I would beg, and she would pretend to consider my request and then deny it. Finally, when I was almost mad with the need for release, she granted me permission to come. As the salty liquid warmly spurted into my open mouth and all over my upturned face, she smiled happily and took picture after picture, preserving my humiliation for posterity. She used her big toe to mix the juices on my face, then took one final picture as I licked it clean of my own now-gooey sperm. Then she got up, put her camera back into the bag, and left me drained on the floor, saying only "This is nothing. I will be back. Wait for me." The door closed softly behind her. ******************************* That's all for chapter 1, folks. Hope you enjoyed it. 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