We spent Friday night and today with a girl we met on Fetlife. She was 19, at college doing a masters in astrophysics of all things. She was painfully shy and extremely nerdy - which I find to be intoxicating as hell. She'd never been with a woman, but had a very clear idea of what she wanted. And, to top it all, she had an insatiable, paralyzing foot fetish that she really wanted to explore.
Normally, I don't get involved with girls I meet on the internet - bad experiences, don't ask. But there was something about this girl. I wanted to eat her up.
So I did.
I told her what I wanted her to wear and that I'd send a car to pick her up. She arrived at ours around eight on Friday night, terrified, but clearly willing. She was dressed as I'd asked. Plaid skirt and tight white blouse, tan pantyhose and ballet flats. She kept pushing her glasses further up her button nose as she glanced around the strange house where she found herself. She clutched her purse beneath her perky little breasts like a shield. She looked lost, but she also looked as though she'd found something she'd been looking for for a long time.
I introduced her to Pet. She seemed a little surprised by the fact that Pet was almost naked, wearing just black thigh highs and her leather collar. "May I kiss her, Mistress?" said Pet, and I nodded. The girl gasped as Pet kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "I've never..." she managed to say before their lips touched. When Pet stepped back, the girl sighed and staggered, blinking.
We ate dinner. It seemed curiously normal. I asked her about her life, about her college, about her friends. She slowly warmed to me, treating me with the deference and respect of a beloved aunt. Her eyes kept flicking over Pet's naked breasts, then looking at me as her face flushed pink. "Sorry, Miss," she'd say, chewing on her lower lip. The tension was unbearable, but so deliciously energizing. It was like any family meal, but charged with a mutual sexual attraction.
Towards the end of the meal, I dabbed my face with my napkin and set it down.
"Stand up and take off your clothes," I said calmly, quietly, shattering the faux normality of the meal.
"Miss?" she said, blinking.
I looked up, but didn't repeat myself. She nodded nervously and stood, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse and set it over the back of her chair. Her bra came next, then her skirt. Her skin was pale, perfect, porcelain. She looked like a china doll, a frozen mannequin, standing there before me, licking her lips. Pet stared at her hungrily. I glanced down and studied her body.
"You're wearing panties," I said, gesturing at the elegant satin underwear beneath her pantyhose. "I told you not to."
She sighed and her face flushed a darker crimson. "I-I'm sorry, Miss," she said. "I didn't know..."
I lifted my hand. "No matter, you can make it up to me," I purred, slipping into the role I knew so well. I wanted nothing more than to spring across the table and push this lost waif to the floor. I didn't. There would be time for that later.
She nodded, looking crestfallen.
I lifted my wine and took a sip, taking in the sight before me. Pet's erect nipples and face licked with eager anticipation, a demand for permission. The girl's nervous sighs, the twinkling wetness of hot tears in her eyes.
"I want you both to go into the living room. I want you both to kneel before the sofa. Pet will show you how to kneel properly. I'm going to freshen up, then I'm going to come down and we're going to play." I paused and let my directions sink in, watching the reality her situation settle on our guest's face. She didn't look as though she had many regrets. "You told me that you fantasized about doing thing to other women's feet, but you didn't know why," I continued, addressing the girl directly. She nodded. "Well, you're going to get something that very few people get. You're going to get to live out your dreams and your wildest desires. You're going to show me just what you think about when you're lying awake in bed at night. You're going to do those things my feet, and with Pet's feet as well. In turn, we're going to use your body. We're going to touch you and taste you in ways that you've never been touched before. You're going to be our doll, our plaything. You will surrender control to us utterly, you will grant us access to everything that you are, mind and body alike. And you're going to come, so many times. But each time, you are going to beg me for it. You're going to beg your mistress for the sweet release of orgasm."
She nodded slowly, breathing hard. Her nipples were taut, pink buds pointing vaguely skyward. Her chest was rising and falling with a tantalizing cadence.
"Now, I have to ask you, honey," I purred, feeling a warm fire between my legs. "Are you going to be a good girl for your Mistress?"
"I am," she breathed, without a moment of hesitation.
And she really, really was.
Normally, I don't get involved with girls I meet on the internet - bad experiences, don't ask. But there was something about this girl. I wanted to eat her up.
So I did.
I told her what I wanted her to wear and that I'd send a car to pick her up. She arrived at ours around eight on Friday night, terrified, but clearly willing. She was dressed as I'd asked. Plaid skirt and tight white blouse, tan pantyhose and ballet flats. She kept pushing her glasses further up her button nose as she glanced around the strange house where she found herself. She clutched her purse beneath her perky little breasts like a shield. She looked lost, but she also looked as though she'd found something she'd been looking for for a long time.
I introduced her to Pet. She seemed a little surprised by the fact that Pet was almost naked, wearing just black thigh highs and her leather collar. "May I kiss her, Mistress?" said Pet, and I nodded. The girl gasped as Pet kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "I've never..." she managed to say before their lips touched. When Pet stepped back, the girl sighed and staggered, blinking.
We ate dinner. It seemed curiously normal. I asked her about her life, about her college, about her friends. She slowly warmed to me, treating me with the deference and respect of a beloved aunt. Her eyes kept flicking over Pet's naked breasts, then looking at me as her face flushed pink. "Sorry, Miss," she'd say, chewing on her lower lip. The tension was unbearable, but so deliciously energizing. It was like any family meal, but charged with a mutual sexual attraction.
Towards the end of the meal, I dabbed my face with my napkin and set it down.
"Stand up and take off your clothes," I said calmly, quietly, shattering the faux normality of the meal.
"Miss?" she said, blinking.
I looked up, but didn't repeat myself. She nodded nervously and stood, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse and set it over the back of her chair. Her bra came next, then her skirt. Her skin was pale, perfect, porcelain. She looked like a china doll, a frozen mannequin, standing there before me, licking her lips. Pet stared at her hungrily. I glanced down and studied her body.
"You're wearing panties," I said, gesturing at the elegant satin underwear beneath her pantyhose. "I told you not to."
She sighed and her face flushed a darker crimson. "I-I'm sorry, Miss," she said. "I didn't know..."
I lifted my hand. "No matter, you can make it up to me," I purred, slipping into the role I knew so well. I wanted nothing more than to spring across the table and push this lost waif to the floor. I didn't. There would be time for that later.
She nodded, looking crestfallen.
I lifted my wine and took a sip, taking in the sight before me. Pet's erect nipples and face licked with eager anticipation, a demand for permission. The girl's nervous sighs, the twinkling wetness of hot tears in her eyes.
"I want you both to go into the living room. I want you both to kneel before the sofa. Pet will show you how to kneel properly. I'm going to freshen up, then I'm going to come down and we're going to play." I paused and let my directions sink in, watching the reality her situation settle on our guest's face. She didn't look as though she had many regrets. "You told me that you fantasized about doing thing to other women's feet, but you didn't know why," I continued, addressing the girl directly. She nodded. "Well, you're going to get something that very few people get. You're going to get to live out your dreams and your wildest desires. You're going to show me just what you think about when you're lying awake in bed at night. You're going to do those things my feet, and with Pet's feet as well. In turn, we're going to use your body. We're going to touch you and taste you in ways that you've never been touched before. You're going to be our doll, our plaything. You will surrender control to us utterly, you will grant us access to everything that you are, mind and body alike. And you're going to come, so many times. But each time, you are going to beg me for it. You're going to beg your mistress for the sweet release of orgasm."
She nodded slowly, breathing hard. Her nipples were taut, pink buds pointing vaguely skyward. Her chest was rising and falling with a tantalizing cadence.
"Now, I have to ask you, honey," I purred, feeling a warm fire between my legs. "Are you going to be a good girl for your Mistress?"
"I am," she breathed, without a moment of hesitation.
And she really, really was.
