Destined to be... 7th Part exclusive to steemit
A chance meeting on a lonely road led to pleasures and experiences he had never dreamed of.
He took her left leg in his right hand and gently undid the zip on the inside of the boot. Then he pulled at the heel in order to slip the boot from her foot. He waited for further instructions and he gulped again, trying to rid himself of the lump of excitement in his throat as she reached to the top of her stocking to push it down towards him. Taking the hint, he ever so gently removed the stocking, taking advantage of the situation by stroking her leg as he did so. Then he laid the stocking across the arm of the throne and sat back on his haunches.
She pointed to the bowl of water to the side of him and again, he took the hint. Just behind the front foot of the throne was a liquid soap that he used to wash her foot with. He adopted the same stance as before and held her heel gently as he washed her toes with one hand. She held her foot aloft to enable him to wash the whole of her foot using both hands and as he rinsed her foot, he kissed the top of it. He reached for the towel, but she prevented him.
“No, you may now kiss my foot and you may feel free to show your adoration as you do so.”
A week ago – even a day ago - he would have thought it insanity if someone had suggested that he would enjoy touching and caressing a strange woman’s foot, but tonight he felt as though he had found his niche. His fingers worked on massaging the sole of her foot whilst his tongue and lips soothed her toes. He sucked on each of them in turn and on more than one occasion, glanced up at the face of his Mistress and each time he looked, his heart thrilled because her expression was one of ecstasy.
Once he had finished kissing her foot and washed it and dried it, he was allowed to repeat his performance on her other foot, which he did with complete abandonment.
As he sat before her, head bowed and eyes downward, she said: “Your erection hasn’t gone, slave. It is beginning to offend me by its presence. I think you should remove it immediately.” She stood and he began to panic again.
What on earth did she mean by ‘remove it’? But he was silent.
“Come here, slave.” she said, again, in almost a whisper.
He turned around and crawled towards her, kneeling up when he had reached her. She was standing in front of a wooden stool, which seemed to be attached to the wall. She motioned that he should sit on the stool and when he had, she fastened his right hand and arm to the wall, stretched out as though in a crucifix position.
“Are you right-handed, slave? You may answer.”
“Yes I am, My Lady.”
“Good, then you may remove that,” she said and pointed to his still erect penis. “But use your left hand to wank with.”
With more than a little relief, he realised what she was instructing him to do and began to manipulate his penis. At first it was difficult using the hand that he did not use for the task usually, but his excitement had built to almost bursting point and he was not long in completing the task at hand. He groaned with passion as he ejaculated and his eyes closed with the relief and pleasure.