It was all so subtle when it started. But gradually things evolved.
Sometimes I wonder just how I got so deep into this…
It was our second meeting in real life. This time, at Her house. After some small talk, one of the first things She made me admit to was my masturbation habit. Yes, I did
it. I did it a lot. Pretty much every day, and sometimes several times a day. She told me that was ok, and that I shouldn’t feel guilty about it…. but she also said that the habit was going to change.
“You can play with it all you want this week,” she said matter-of-factly, “but you aren’t going to have any kind of orgasm at all are you?”.
“No, Ma’am.” I answered, blushing.
“And why is that?”, she asked?
“Because you are in charge, and it only cums when you say so, Ma’am.”
“Good boy!”, she whispered as she pushed me down to my knees, “and now its time to lose those silly clothes,” she laughed.
Silently, I pulled my shirt over my head. I felt like all of my skin was blushing deep red as I removed every stitch, and
knelt down, sitting on my heels.
“Now we both know that you are a little pervert don’t we?”, she chided.
“Yes Mistress.”
“And you have a little secret fetish don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress”.
Her legs were crossed, and she was wearing flip flops. Her right foot dangled in front of my, and bounced gently left and right. Her lovely feminine toes were painted bright red, and her skin looked very soft and supple. I bit my lip. She started laughing. I felt my erection stiffen as her lilting laughter rang in my ears.
“Why I bet you could just kneel there staring for hours and
hours and hours, couldn’t you?”
“Yes Mistress”
I was mesmerized. She was my entire universe. It was as if nothing else…no one else…existed, not even me.
“The thing is, I just know there are some more fetishes
buried deep in that psyche of yours,” she explained, smiling, ” Maybe even some that you don’t even know about yet. See that over in the corner?”, she pointed her sexy finger toward something on the floor.
I could barely bring myself to stop staring at her lovely feet. My eyes squinted to see something over on the floor. It was pink.
“Go get it,” She commanded.
“Yes Mistress.”
I got up to walk over… “No! Crawl, you stupid little perv!”, She yelled, shaking Her head.
“Yes, Mistress,” I nervously stammered.
I fell down to all fours, and crawled naked over to the corner. Now I could see. It was a pair of silky pink panties.
“Put them on.”, She commanded.
“But….I’m not like that. I’m not into…”,
“FUCK THAT. Put them on…NOW!!!”. She quickly picked pulled her coat off the back of Her chair and threw it over Her beautiful feet…blocking them from my gaze.
I whimpered a little bit. I sat on my butt and awkwardly pulled the panties over my feet. I crawled back to my knees and pulled the silky fabric up. I tried to cover my stiff cock, but it was poking out of the top.
“Ha ha ha ha,” she pointed at me… “See, I just knew you were a TOTAL sissy, and its true!”
I looked down at the smooth silky fabric stretched tight over my crotch. Now, I know I was blushing. And I was even harder.
“I bet a lot of boys would think you look sexy in those tight little panties. Just look at your little stiffie straining to get out! *giggle* Now, Get back over here, Sissy-perv,” she
commanded.
I quickly crawled back over to Her. “Now lets get one
thing straight. If you EVER disobey or delay in obeying me again….I will NEVER let you see me or my feet EVER AGAIN. Understand?”
I nodded up and down.
“What???”
“Y-y-ess, Mistress, I totally understand”, I stammered.
Just then I felt the coat hit me in straight the face. She had kicked it at me, and in the process one of her flip flops came off.
“See what you made me do?? Get my shoe!”, she exclaimed.
I looked around and fumbled through Her coat and found the pink flip-flop.
“Yes Mistress”, I held it up in my hand.
“Bring it back to me….only hold it by the tip with your teeth”, She commanded.
I put the toe end of it into my mouth. It tasted like dirt…and rubber. I carefully crawled over to Her, breathing through my nose. I felt like a dog.
She extended her naked foot toward me, pointing her lovely toes. I ever-so-carefully, but awkwardly, tried to place it back on Her beautiful foot, but it fell on the floor.
“Dumbass…”, she chided.
I hurried and picked it back up with my mouth. I tried again, and this time it slowly slid onto Her soft, supple foot. As her toes pushed through the front of the flip-flop, I felt my lips brush against them. Just then, I felt Her other foot
kick me in the side of the head.
“Don’t you EVER, EVER touch me without permission!!”, she yelled. “Y-y-es Mistress”, I whimpered.
“Now back on your knees,” she commanded.
Of course I complied. I felt dizzy, my face was scraped, and I was wearing tight pink panties. She crossed her legs again, and once again I just stared.
“Now you have two fetishes. You are way way into feet. More than is healthy. And now… you are a sissy crossdresser as well, “ she laughed.
“I bet by the end of this month, you will have 10 or 20 fetishes.”
She smiled down at me….and I was still staring. I had a feeling She could probably get me to do almost anything….
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