0 comments/ 26565 views/ 2 favorites Dreams Of An Online Mistress By: Rogahh This story came about after meeting a new friend on AOL. We talked, and by her screen name I knew she had a fetish for having her feet worshiped. After a little talk and some rather hot cyber, she told me about her fantasies and asked me to write a story for her. I have been sending her this in small chapters for about three weeks. Now that it is finished, I have sent her the full unedited copy, then changed some names, and given it to you. I hope you enjoy it everyone... * * * * * You walk through your front door, closing it behind you, setting your keys on the table there for just that purpose. Another day at the office finished, another dollar earned. Flicking the light on you freeze. A man kneels before you, someone you have never seen before. Your first instinct is fear, who is he, what is he doing here? What does he want? But you pause for a second, looking into his wanting hazel eyes. Could it be....? "Rogahh?" You ask. I slide down lower, bowing my head towards your feet, "Yes Mistress, its me." You laugh, "What are you doing here?" By answer, I lean forward, taking your foot into my hand. You place a hand on my shoulder to steady yourself as I slip the black patten leather flat off your glorious toes, placing it to one side. "Your feet look tired mistress, may I service them?" You pause for another second, could this really be happening? Was I really here? Then, "Yes Footboy, you may." I remove your other shoe, setting them side by side next to your door. With both of your feet flat on the floor, I proceed to kiss the deep red nail of each toe, left to right on each foot. I can smell the sweat from a long day trapped in those shoes, no one there to massage you, to give your feet the attention they crave. I kiss the top of them, licking slightly on each kiss, moving slowly towards your ankles. My lips kiss each ankle in turn, sucking briefly on each. I look up at you, "Mistress, I so wish to suck on your toes, may I?" You are stunned, is this finally happening? All that time wanting it so badly and now it's come to pass? Your own foot slave? "Yes, Footboy," You say to me, "But not here, take me to my bedroom. It will be much more comfortable for me there." I stand before you, my erection tenting my pants, "May I carry you Mistress?" You smile at me, not believe how wet you are getting, "Yes, I wouldn't have it any other way." With that I scoop you into my arms, sweeping you off your tired, sexy feet, kissing you with a burning passion you have never felt before. As I walk towards your bedroom door you return my kiss, wrapping your arms around my neck. Your nipples are hard, you are beginning to feel so hot, and I haven't even sucked on your toes yet. 'What pleasures', you wonder, 'does my very own bedroom hold for me?' I carry you through the halls of your own house, seeming to know exactly where I am going, not once asking for your direction. The door to your chamber lies ajar. In the otherwise darkened hallway, an erotic flickering light caresses the walls and floor before it. The effervescent fragrance of roses waif to your nose, causing you to take a deep breath, smelling for the first time my foreign scent. The scent of maleness, the smell of something new, something that was all yours. As I walk slowly past the threshold into your inner sanctum, you stare in awe at the new decor. The room is dim, lit only by two tall silver candelabras, each holding six long obsidian candles. At first you think the scent of roses must come from these, then you see your bed. Gone are your practical sheets and comforter. In their place are black silk sheets, on which rest handfuls of red rose petals. The corner of your bed is covered by a black rectangular box, a silver ribbon tied into a careful bow on opposite corners. More roses fill a vase resting on your night stand, they seem out of place next to the strange equipment there; A pair of sliver clips on the end of one foot of steel chain, a glass bottle stoppered with a white cork, filled with a pinkish liquid, a black leather riding crop, a thick black rubber dildo, at least ten inches in length and an inch and a half in girth, and last but not least, a final sash of black satin. You notice, while your bed is covered in the crimson petals, not one ruby flower lies on your bedroom's floor. How long had I been here? How had I known when to set this up? I stop at the foot of your bed, gazing down into your eyes, "Mistress, would you like to slip into something more comfortable?" You stare in silence for a second, still in a state of shock, then answer, "Yes slave, I would love to get out of these awful clothes. " I set you down, standing you in front of your bed, then drop to my knees, the top of my head nestled directly where your pubic hair would begin, "Perhaps you'd like to open my gift to you first?" Turning your head, you drop your gaze to the black box resting behind you. Slipping from your dominatrix characterization, you innocently ask, "What is it?" I reach around you, my forearm brushing your left buttock, that little touch sending shivers down your spine, and take the package, lifting it carefully as to not scatter any of the petals under it. I hold it at your waist level in front of you, "Please open it Mistress, I picked it out just for tonight. I hope you like it." The mention of your title snaps you back into the proper frame of mind. You pull on the end of each bow, unknotting them, they flutter to the floor beside my legs, the candle's light causing them to dance like silver fire. Lifting the cardboard top away, you see only black rice paper, concealing the gift below. Dropping the lid, you part the paper, making the dry crackling sound heard only on those birthdays, Christmases, and anniversaries living in your memories. From inside you remove a black lace waistcoat. Holding it up in the limited light, you notice that it is translucent, letting the candle's warming light pass directly through it, catching only the darkness of the solid swirls designed in. At the base of the low cut V-neck, you see a single pearl button; It is the only fastener you can find. Draping it over the side of the box, you reach back inside, withdrawing the other half of the outfit: A sexy, black thong panty, made of the same material as the waistcoat. Your smile has widened to what you'd once thought was impossible proportions, you just can't wipe it away. "It's.....Perfect, unbelievably sexy," Checking the tag you see it is in your exact size, "You have done well Footboy." You replace the two piece neglige back into its box, then stare back down into my amber eyes, "As your reward for being so clever in pleasing your new Mistress, Slave, you may dress me." You see my cool veneer of servitude crack as I smile as broadly as you are, I try to contain it, but it is to no avail, "Thank you Mistress, I would love that." You regain control of your smile as you feel that soaring feeling of having trumped my plans, 'You may have planed all this' , you think to yourself , 'but I still have some surprises in store for you on your unexpected visit.' I place the box containing this evening's casual wear onto the floor beside you, then precede to undress you. I unfasten your dress, letting it slide down your thighs slowly, holding it up with my hands, my fingers gently massaging your legs through its material. Down to your slender ankles it bunches on the floor. Grasping your feet softly, I lift each out of the circle of fabric. I drop my head, kissing your foot passionately, my tongue probing between each toe. Moving my lips up, I lick the top of your foot, running my hot, wet tongue over your sensitive ankles. You moan softly, feeling the juices flowing more freely from your pussy, wetting the crotch of your cotton panties. I look back up as you moan, my eyes caressing every part of your body as they rise to meet your own, "Your feet taste so good Mistress ," I say as your smile returns, "I can't wait until you let me worship them properly." Looking down on me, you narrow your eyes playfully, "The sooner you dress me, Slave, the sooner I may let you worship me." My muttered apology is lost to you as your mind screams to you, 'Oh god, how can he know how to get to me like this from just one night in a chatroom?' Your nipples are so hard they feel almost painfully sensitive, even the soft cups of your bra is nearly too much to bear as your bosom heaves from your heightened state of arousal. Your toes are curling in anticipation of my tongue's attention, the still warm wetness of my saliva rapidly evaporating between your toes, from your ankles. Your pussy is ablaze; Your wetness had long since seeped out of you, darkening the crotch of your white panties to a tightly clinging grey prison. Soon you know your feminine liquids will be coursing down your thighs, dripping to the floor. My hands rise to the top button of your blouse, deftly unfastening it, my fingers moving effortlessly between your cleavage, whispers of my fingertips touching your belly. I place my hands on your hips, running them up your ribs, under your open shirt. I draw a line of pleasure to the swell of your breasts, my hands pausing to cup them, thumbs tweaking your oh so hard nipples. Then my palms slide over your shoulders, slipping the garment off your back, down your arms, pausing at your wrists. I pull your blouse slightly, pinning your hands to your sides for the moment my mouth finds your belly, my lips fluttering around like hot butterfly wings, my tongue tracing soft circles, finding your navel, exploring it gently. You feel a jolt of pure pleasure shoot through you; It's like I had reached directly into you, licking your G-spot from inside your tight, wet, pussy. Then you're free, my mouth gone, your blouse on the floor behind you. My fingers slide under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, exposing your smooth, shaved pelvis. Down, down, around your ankles they go, my eyes locked onto yours the whole time. I lift each foot again, sucking firmly on their big toe as I finally remove your panties, long since soiled by your arousal. Kneeling at your sexy feet, I move my gaze over your body, taking every inch of you into my mind, filling every unfulfilled fantasy's female role with your perfect form. "You are so beautiful Mistress ," I say with utter conviction, "From head to toe, you are simply breathtaking." I remove the thong from its box, lifting each flawless foot into the legs, then slide it up your smooth thighs, perching it high on your hips. Turning around, you hold your arms slightly away and behind you. I stand, your delicate new waistcoat in my strong hands, slipping your hands into its short sleeves, my fingertips teasing their way up the backs of your arms. They reach around and fasten the single pearl button. Looking down at yourself, you see the top is cut so that it displays your midriff, the ends resting on your hips. You turn, my arms still encircling your shoulders, looking up into my face, your eyes shifting focus from one of my amber irises to the other, searching. You raise your arms, slipping them under mine, and coil them around my neck, pulling me into a close embrace. As our lips meet my hands drop to your waist, pulling you closer. You loop your leg through mine, running your toes up and down my calf, my raging hard-on poking your belly. We seem to kiss for an hour, but finally you pull away, opening your eyes at last, you smile, "Mmmmm...I hope that didn't tire your mouth with that kiss," You say, teasing my lips with one manicured fingernail, "You still have to show me your adoration in the only way I'm going to let you. Now put me on the bed and strip, I don't want to see you dressed for the rest of your visit." I set you down on your back in the center of the rose covered mattress, watching intently as you prop yourself up on you elbows. I remove my clothing quickly, folding it hastily, and placing it at the foot of your bed. You admire me for a moment standing at your feet, gazing down at your with the glazed look of unadulterated worship. 'He might as well be staring at a God,' you think silently, 'Or a Goddess.' You raise one soft foot from the bed, flicking the head of my swollen member with one scarlet toenail, "Very nice, my little footstool, the way you act though, I thought you'd be hung a little better. But this will do Slave." You remark as you raise your foot higher, towards my mouth. You drop your gaze back to my penis, while not huge, it isn't tiny either. It seemed to be almost the same size as your foot, a lady's 7. You smile again, "Your night is just beginning Footboy, I hope you had a lot of rest, because you are going to need every ounce of it." I take your foot into my hands, moving my knees onto the foot of your bed, I reply "Yes Mistress ." My hands roam over every inch of your sexy feet, stroking from the top of your calf, down behind your ankle, squeezing your heel. My fingers tickle the sweet sole, caress your sensual arch, causing your toes to point, touching my stomach. My thumb finds that sensitive spot under your toes, right where they meet the rest of your foot, rubbing firmly there. My left hand continues to massage you there as my right reaches around your hamstring, softly circling the tiny nubs of your ankles, I gaze down at you, "Mistress, your feet are so perfect, may I suck on your toes now?" Uncharacteristically giddy, you simply nod. Ducking my head, I take your little toe into my mouth. The tip of my tongue presses gently against it, flexing its joint between my lips. You moan softly, leaning back into your silken pillow, hair billowing out behind you. I roll my tongue around the tiny digit, sucking more firmly, then open my mouth wider to take its neighbor in also, introducing it to my hot, eager to please lips. I move slowly down your foot, tasting each sexy toe as I go, sucking them into my mouth one by one. Soon, too soon for you, I release them. The wetness of my lips allowing you to feel the cool air of your room like never before. I push my tongue out from my mouth, parting each of your angelic toes with it, licking softly between each, rolling over the hard, smooth, red polish to move to the next in line. I run my tongue down your big toe, over the red polish, past its cuticle, down your metatarsus, very near the edge of your foot. My slick massage roams up to your sexy ped, curving off, a sucking kiss returning to the delicate area of your ankle at last. Then around it goes, my lips embracing the base of your rounded heel, my tongue tracing a figure eight along your sole and arch. You smile, enjoying the sensation of my skillful mouth worshiping your beautiful foot. Yet your other foot lies neglected on the sheets, it's pretty toes spreading and clenching before my knees. Raising it slowly, you point your toes hard, running your big toe up over my stomach, careful not to touch my dripping member. I had not yet done a satisfactory job of worshiping you, so you would give me no reward until I did. Farther up your toes travel, finding my nipple, catching it and twisting it gently at first, then harder. I moan into your arch, my voice vibrating through your bones, and you twist harder. My mouth sucks on the ball of your other foot, my teeth closing to nibble the meaty sole there. Releasing my nipple, dropping your foot, you tickle my pubic hair, just above my cock, running your toes through it, still keeping enough distance away as to not touch it directly. My now biting mouth moves down, teeth lightly pinching the tender flesh of your arch. You gasp, feeling my nipping shoot directly towards your aching pussy, causing a phantom touch directly on your clit. "Harder," You command, "Harder, Footboy." I bite harder, allowing my teeth to linger in your flawless sole, rubbing my teeth across your supple skin. The feeling grew, every touch of my mouth seemingly echoing on your smoldering vagina. Your free foot drops farther still, the heel finally touching the up turned head of my dick. My slick precum leaves a wet trail as you caress my organ with your heel, down your arch, over the ball of your foot, down towards your toes. As the head of my dick reaches the tip of your toes, you flex them downward, catching a drop of my juice on your vermilion nail, then running my dripping penis over the top of your foot, up to your ankle, swirling my smooth, hard member around on a sheet of my clear fluids. Soon your entire foot is wet with my precum, the slippery surface catching the candlelight in a million angles. My tongue had found the heel of your other foot, my teeth gnashing gently against the slightly rougher skin there, your toes twirling the hair on my temple, savoring the sexy feeling. You position your big toe under the continuous drip running from my penis, gathering a small pool of my juice in the nail bed. The you raise to towards my face, "Footboy," You scold me, "Look at the mess you've made of my pretty pedicure! Clean it up this instant slave." You reluctantly move your other foot away from my mouth, dropping it down to catch more of my leaking sex drive, as I reply, "I'm sorry Mistress , You just excite me so much I can't help myself." Pressing your wet foot to my lips you say, "Less excuses, more licking, Slave." My tongue flicks out, just catching a drop of myself before it splatters on my chin. The taste is strange, it feels slick, slightly bitter, like if you had gotten a bubble of soap on your tongue. I never usually partake in this slippery fluid, but when you first offered it to me, I found it irresistible. I slurp the shallow pools collected on each of your nails, and in the valley formed when you pull your toes back. The sound is so erotic to you, the thought of me drinking of myself driving you wild. You grasp my cockhead between your toes, stroking my hot glans, squeezing a long drip from it. The clear liquid running down your toes like a sensual river, slithering over your ankle, trickling onto the black silk sheets. My tongue is lapping my mess off your drenched foot, scooping it into my hungry mouth. Your toes begin to stroke up and down my shaft, clenching my tip harder each time you reach it. Soon you have my precum worked into a lather, tiny bubbles clinging to your divine arch and toes. My moans and gasping breath grow louder and closer together, "Footboy," You say, "You mustn't cum without permission. I will tell you when you can." My moans become a slight wine, "Of course Mistress, I wouldn't dream of it." You smile, stuffing all of your toes into my mouth at once, stretching my cheeks, "Good boy." Pushing your foot deeper into my face, you start to really pump my cock for all your worth, milking me, basically daring me to defy you. I'm whimpering, thrusting my hips in time with your stroking toes, as you fuck my mouth steadily with your other foot, turning my head in circles. You smile, grinding your hips against thin air. As you feel my dick begin convulse under my barely controlled orgasm, you feel a strange feeling in your loins, burning, running throughout your body causing you to start to shake...Could it be....? Yes, your coming. You arch your back and cry out, your pussy pouring your sweet juices through your new panties. My licking tongue still works at all of you toes at once, sucking greedily, loving the end of your foot with every ounce of passion in me. It feels like every one of your toes is an extension of your clit, five of which are being sensually devoured by my mouth, another five are warm and sticky. Coming down from this unbelievable foot induced orgasm, you see that the foot that was stroking my hard cock is covered in my sperm. I twitch as you continue to rub my oversensitive head, Dreams Of An Online Mistress "Footboy," you ask removing your foot from my mouth, "What is this on my feet?" You switch feet, bring the white glazed one in front of my face. "It looks like my cum, Mistress." I reply, my voice shaky. You reach over to your night stand, retrieving the riding crop, your fingers toying with the short leather strap at it's business end, "Cum?" You mock, "I don't remember saying that you could cum. Did I give you permission?" I pause for a second, watching you play with the disciplinary tool, then "No Mistress, you did not." You bring the crop down fast, cracking it into the bed half a foot from your thigh, a cloud of petals billowing up. You're surprised at the loud sound echoing through the room, but don't miss a beat, "Then why is your cum dripping from my toes, slave!?" I wince at the sounds, your raised voice, and the sharp slap of the crop, "I'm sorry Mistress...I couldn't control myself, your toes are too beautiful to resist" I begin, but you cut me off sharply, your voice lower and sweet, but filled with no less menace, "Flattery will not get you out of this Slave. You disobeyed your Mistress, so you must be punished." You pause, rubbing my thick, sticky semen between your toes, enjoying the feeling, "The longer your scum stays on my feet and not on your tongue, the worse your punishment will be." I gasp, grabbing your foot in both hands, scooping a long line of my spunk from the top of your foot. I gag slightly, then swallow it down. The next lick, ladling my first powerful spurt from your shin and ankle goes down fine however. This is also a first for me, my cum is warm and thick, sliding on my tongue down my throat. The taste is much like my precum, bitter, but even more so, with a tinge of saltiness thrown in. I quickly become addicted, no pun intended. "Now," you begin, patting the crop into your free hand, "What should your punishment be?" You ponder for a second, as I slurp another spurt back into my throat, swallowing it down, "I know. I'll let you choose." You say with that wicked smile, "You can have ten lashes on that naughty cock of yours, or I get to put that big dildo up your ass. Which is it slave? Does your cock save your ass? Or does your ass save your cock?" You laugh lightly at this. You see my penis begin to harden again. But I don't say anything immediately, still working to clean the last of my mess from your toes. "Come on Footboy, choice to make." You sing to me. I swallow my final drop, lowering your foot from my mouth, but massaging it softly, "I don't know Mistress...." You bring your other foot up, rubbing it against my lips, "Oh, poor slave can't decide," you coo, "I tell you what, I'll decide for you." I realize I have missed my opportunity, but stammer anyway, "No Mistress, I can-" But you cut me off, "What Slave? Did you just defy me?" You say, curling your legs under you and sitting up to face me eye to eye, the fingers of one hand catching the short hair of my goatee between two fingers. "No Mistress, I was just going to say I can't wait for you to decide." You tug my chin down, making my forehead touch your own, "Impatient Slave?" You say, bringing the crop up, placing it between my legs, caressing my balls, "Can't wait to have me fucking that tight ass of yours?" You see me wince slightly, but I say nothing. You drop your new toy from against my scrotum, then bring it up sharply, snapping the leather tongue at the end against that sensitive patch of flesh right between my ass and balls. I cry out, my eyes closing against the pain, you smile, rubbing the whip against that same spot, in small circles. "Slave, I asked you a question. Now answer me, can you wait to have your Mistress fucking your tight ass?" My breathing is heavy, and you feel my cock starting to push against the leather crop, getting hard again against the odds, "No Mistress, I can't wait." You slap the crop back between my balls, I writhe in either agony or ecstacy, you can't tell which, "Can't wait for what, Slave?" You repeat, constantly tapping your toy against my balls. I stammer, my breath uneven, "I can't wait to feel you inside my tight ass Mistress." You stop punishing my scrotum, and push me away, stepping off your bed. "Get down on all fours my little Footboy," You open your closet, sliding back the door quietly, "Maybe I should call you my Assboy for awhile, hmmmm? Would you like that?" I lean down on all fours, my head eyes facing your headboard, "Yes Mistress, please do." You snap out the whip again, lashing my across my ass, through my yelp you say, "Please do what, Slave?" As I open my mouth you lash me again, my voice peaking as the pain rushes through my body, "Please call me your Assboy, Mistress." You reach up, taking a box down that you had not opened in many months, "If you insist Assboy," You laugh, rubbing the red mark on my ass with the leather tongue of the crop, "When you ask me like that, I can't deny you anything." Opening the box you remove a harness. You had purchased it months ago on a whim, not really knowing why, but hoping you would someday have a chance to use it. Removing the smaller, less abusive dildo from the strap-on panties, you walk over to the night stand, retrieving the ten-inch rubber phallus, placing the riding crop in its place. Pulling your panties to the side, you run the dildo between your swollen pussy lips, coating it in your slick fluids. Standing beside the bed, you move the hard rubber cock faster against yourself, teasing the opening of your vagina with it, just massaging it in enough to penetrate yourself with the tip of the head, then pulling it out. This does the trick, your juices completely covering ebony sex toy. Letting your panties slide back into place, you force the faux cock into the hole at the front of the harness. It's not easy, you have to push hard, stretching it wide, the replacement dick being much larger than the standard one it came with. You smile at this, imagining the irony of having to stretch the hole in the strap-on harness, so that you can stretch the hole in my ass. "You picked out such a large dick for yourself, Assboy," you say as you finally start to step into the contraption, "Have you been fucked up that little ass of yours before?" I think for a second, then, "No Mistress, I've never been fucked in my ass before." You kneel behind me, putting both hands on my hard cheeks, "It going to hurt you know," You kneed my buttocks between your hands, "It's going to feel like I'm splitting you in two." You smack my ass, hard, with your hand, "You want that? You want to feel my cock bust you ass's cherry?" You slap my cheek again, "Tell me you want me to bust your cherry. "Yes Mistress," I say, "I want to feel your cock take my last virginity." The smile on your face grows, hearing me tell you this. The burning in your loins also grows. Leaning forward, you touch the head of your new penis against my tight hole, but you don't push inside of me. You lean against my back, reach around my body and twist my nipples, "Beg me for it, Slave," you whisper harshly into my ear, "Beg me to fill your ass. Plead with me to fuck you." My head is thrown back, my eyes squeezed shut against the pain in my nipples, "Please Mistress, fuck me. Fuck me now Mistress, please." I begin to beg you. That is the last thing you needed to spur you forward. Letting go of my nipples, you grab my shoulders and push forward with your hips. My muscle turn to solid rock as the head of your borrowed cock pokes at my cramped anus, but it won't go in. I moan as you push harder, trying to impale my virgin ass on your big dick, but you're having problems getting past the tight ring of muscle blocking you. "Oooooooo, Slave," you say undeterred, "You have such a nice ass. I'm so going to love breaking it in." You reach one hand back, grabbing the dildo around it's shaft, preventing the weakening bend in it's middle. Then you put your thumb over its head, and press harder. This time the head of your cock sinks in a tiny bit, opening my virgin hole to you. Letting go of the dildo, you return your other hand to my shoulder, pulling me back with both of your arms as you thrust your hips forward. I scream as an inch of your strap-on is swallowed by my clenching ass. You pause for a second, dipping your head down to bite my shoulder blade, "You should relax Assboy," You taunt me, "You've still got nine more inches to take." Leaning back, you watch my stretched hole grasp at this new intruder, slowly adjusting to it's new girth. My scream stops, lowered to a whimper. You think for a second, your smile faltering, can he take this? Is it going to hurt him too much? As you are about to ask me this, I say, "Mistress, don't stop, please give me more." You smile returns, the feeling your feminine juices running onto your leg is like the ultimate admission to your wild abandonment of any conventional sex types. "More Slave?" You press forward hard, digging another two inches into me, "You want more?" You pull out almost the way, leaving me with just the tip holding my ass open, then thrust again, this time shoving half the huge plug up my tight ass. I scream, "Oh yes Mistress! Fuck Me!" You giggle, thinking, 'I can't believe this! He just took five inches up his ass without any problem and he wants more!' You push forward slowly but surely, letting me feel every centimeter plow into me. The sensation is one of conflicting signals; Intense pain and guilt, from having my ass basically raped by you, my beautiful Mistress. But also intense pleasure and longing, from finally having all of my inhibitions torn away, leaving only the carnal being that live deep inside every person. I can feel every molded plastic vain on the surface of the ten inch invader, the irregular cylinder stimulating my bowels and prostate in a way I have never imagined. My breathing is a shuddering line of moans as you finally stab the last inch into my rapidly swelling asshole. You stop for a moment, the tops of your thighs pressed against my buttocks, your sexy feet crossed ankle over ankle. You realize that you are breathing like you just ran ten miles, your chest heaving, causing your firm breasts to bounce uncontrollably. You start to breath faster as you really begin to fuck me, sliding the dildo all the way out to the head, then slamming it back in, your thighs slapping against my ass. I cry out as the head of your ten inch womanhood presses against my prostate. Giving me no time to recover, you start fucking hard, running you cock out of my ass then ramming it back in, causing my screams to return. Faster and faster, you reach a fevered pace, causing your bed to knock against the back wall of your chamber with every thrust. So you realize you are crying out with me, the harness is rubbing right against your clit. You feel yourself getting close as you fuck me, "You like this Assboy?" You say, your voice raised, "You like my cock in your ass? Cum for me, show me your mine. Cum Slave!" At this you cum, slamming your dick into me deeper than ever before, your voice cracking as you shake. Your thrusts are short and hard as your hips buck under the tremendous force of your orgasm. Soon you fall forward, collapsing onto my back. I hold you there, your breasts pressed just below my shoulder blades, your head resting to one side near my neck. You're covered in sweat, your breathing heavy. Your pussy aches from the powerful orgasms you've experienced. Planting a soft kiss on the back of my neck you reach your hands around my body, fondling my penis. The head is slick, and my shaft is softening rapidly, "Footboy came, didn't he?" You reach down to the bed, stretching your arm, your fingers touch my semen pooled there, "Good Slave." You reach your fingers up to your mouth, licking my cum from your fingertips. Then you reach back grabbing your rubber cock and withdraw all ten inches from my battered rectum slowly. After what seems like hours, but is only sixty seconds, the head pulls free of my ass with a wet 'pop'. Sitting back up you look down at my tortured hole. It still gapes from your firm fucking, the muscles slowly pulling the hole closed again. Reaching down to the bed, you scoop as much of my cum from the bed onto your fingers as you can. Bringing your hand back up, you slip this hot juice into my clenching anus. I groan as your fingers enter me, wiping my cum onto the tender lining of my ass. Going back for another load you say, "Makes it complete Assboy. Now you have a load inside you too, dripping out so slowly." Soon you have put as much as you could back into me, my light moans disappearing after the second helping. You admire your handy work, sliding back from your position behind me. My semen is being pushed back out of me, dripping slowly out of my asshole, down the crack of my ass towards the sheets. "How does it feel Slave?" You ask me. "It hurts Mistress, but in a good way." You smile, "Aw, it hurts? I'm sorry Footboy, but your night's not complete. I have more for you. Are you ready?" I answer without hesitation, "Yes Mistress." Leaning forward, you spread my ass apart. As you do, a large gob of cum squirts out of my asshole. Moving quickly, you dip your head and catch it on your tongue, throwing it to the back of your throat and swallowing it deftly. I've already described the taste to you, but the bittersweet saltiness is more tasty than you had imagined. Spreading me further, you push your tongue into my ass, curling it back, digging my cum out of me. I moan as you swish this spurt around your tongue, finally swallowing it only after savoring it for several seconds. "You taste so good Assboy," you say after swallowing my seed for the first time, "Why were you so greedy with the load you sprayed on my toes?" When my answer isn't immediate, you slap my ass with one hand, "Well Slave? Why?" "I didn't think you'd want to taste me Mistress, I'm sorry, I'll share with you next time." Is my answer. Dipping back into me, you move your hot lips over my ass, slurping up all my semen you can, collecting it in your mouth. Then, sitting up, you grab me by the hair and pull my head back, planting a open mouth kiss directly on my lips. Pushing my sperm into my mouth with your tongue, you moan into our lips' embrace. At first I am surprised at the warm liquid, but I soon recover, swallowing some down, while I return your tongue's affection. Pulling back from the cum spiced kiss, you say, "Slave, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that cock pounding into me," you reach around, stroking my semi-flaccid dick, "Now. So you had better get hard, and soon." "Yes Mistress," I say as you feel my soft prick begin to harden once again, "I want to be inside you." You're astonished. Two orgasms? Now ready for a third? You have a hard time believing what you hand is telling you as it strokes up and down the length of my rapidly hardening penis. You lean back on your knees, the ten inch dildo standing straight up from your crotch, the length moving slightly from your shift. "I want it hard and fast, Slave, don't disappoint me, and don't forget my feet." You say. From the tone of your voice, I can also hear the unspoken command. You want it hard and fast, yes. But also rough. "As you wish, Mistress." I reply as I pull away from your hand grasping my hair, spinning around to face you. My eyes show you the tremendous longing and satisfaction you've given me, and the desire to give you this last offering. Rising to my knees facing you, I grab the shoulders of your lace waistcoat. With one pull, the single pearl button fires away, bouncing off my bare chest and landing in the shadows. Your breasts stand naked before me once again, and my mouth wastes no time finding your nipple. I suck forcefully on it, biting down firmly. You suck breath in through your teeth as I tug solidly, lifting your whole breast away from your chest, then allowing my bite to slide off, the edges of my teeth sending a line of sharp pain to your brain. Sliding the lacy top down to your wrists, I twist your body around, putting you down onto the bed, with me on top. My lips and teeth find your other breast, nibbling strongly and tugging lightly. Your hands are pinned to your sides by the sleeves of your waistcoat, and although you could free then if you wanted, you find that you don't. I stop teasing your ripe bosoms, and sit up, reaching over to the night stand. Grabbing the two clips attached by the chain, I bring it over to the bed. Pinching one nipple between my fingers, I slip it into the clip, closing the clasp half way. The pressure is a tingling sensation that you can feel throughout your chest, stomach and to your surprise, your pussy. I catch the other nipple the same way, leaving the one foot chain resting on your heaving breast, the cool metal a stark contrast to the sexual heat you feel inside yourself. Loosening the strap on, I slide to down your hips, over your thighs, down your calves and off your gorgeous feet. I throw it over my shoulder, your hear it bounce off the door and land on the floor. Grabbing one foot with my hands, I move it to my mouth, sucking your little toe strongly. I move to each toe on that foot, sucking and biting harder than I had before. The little jolts of pain coming from your sexy peds is working magic on your vagina, as you feel yourself getting close to losing it. I prop that foot's heel on my chest so that your toes touch my lips, and spread your legs wide. Reaching my hand up, I grab the crotch of the new panties I put on you earlier, and tear them away with a single strong tug. The waist band digs into your hips slightly, then you move closer to me from the power of the pull, your dripping pussy just an inch away from my quivering dick. Casting your panties aside, I look deep into your eyes, "Mistress," I say quietly through your toes, "May I fuck you now?" You wiggle your toes into my mouth, and smile, "Yes Slave fuck me. Fuck me now." With one thrust, I slam into you, my balls slapping into your ass. You feel your pussy cry out in agony as my cock stretches you out, making you widen so quickly. You don't care about the pain however, because as my pubic hair smashes into your clitoris, you cum, arching your back and screaming loudly. When you come back down from your newest orgasm, you feel that I have stopped, my cock buried deep inside you, but not moving. You notice you can feel my heartbeat through my penis, the pounding throbbing massaging the hot, wet walls of your pussy. "Are you alright, Mistress?" I ask, removing your foot from my mouth with one hand, You shove it right back in, "Slave, did I tell you to stop?" Your other foot has risen, pinching my nipple between your toes, sending that erotic pain I love into my chest. I wince, your toes twisting roughly, "No Mistress, you didn't." The thrusting resumes. My cock ramming into you, my pelvis grinding up on every in thrust, rubbing your clit with my tickling pubic hair. You marvel at the feeling of me inside of you, having seen my penis up close, you know it can't fit the feeling you're getting. As you hear the headboard of your bed crashing into your back wall of room, you realize that even though I've plunged into you many, many times over, I'm still stretching the walls of your vagina, it feels like your pussy is having trouble adjusting to my girth. 'He's not this big!' you think to yourself through the moans coming out of your mouth, 'It feels like he's huge!' I lean back, pushing my dick deeper inside of you and pause for a second, breathing heavily. You think, 'This is it, he's cumming,' But you don't feel the hot spurt inside of you. I lick your foot at a feverish pace, my tongue flying over your soles, pressing between your toes. You feel my cock convulsing, and you clench your pussy, tring to make me come, but I don't, I won't. I remember my ass being abused by you, I have learned these new rules well. Your vagina is relaxing, tightening around my dick, recovering from my battering distention, and you realize my thrusting has some sort of trick involved. Making you feel every inch of my penis, somehow, making it feel much bigger than its average length. Both your feet are now pressed to my face, rubbing against my lips and tongue. Dreams Of An Online Mistress 'If my pussy can't make you cum,' you think to yourself, 'I bet my feet can.' You continue to rub your feet over my face, all the while using the well trained muscles inside your vagina to massage my erection. You force one foot into my mouth, the other running its toes down my throat, off my shoulder, over my ribs and around my waist. You pull me deeper into you with that leg, digging your heel into the small of my back, forcing me to stroke with shallow short thrusts. You see my eyes clench as my tongue swirls madly around your toes, licking in just that way..... You force down the orgasm, and speak with your voice pitched, "Don't cum Slave. If you cum I'm going to put my whole hand into you." At the mention of this, my eyes pop open, staring down at you in surprise. You see a strong reluctance there, but not a complete denial. I intensify my tongue's assault, my eyes set in a determined manner. You fight with the rising tide of your orgasm, it's the hardest thing you've done in a very long time. But that look in my eyes told you we had just engaged in a battle of wills. My dominate side had just poked its head out at the strangest time, and we were now locked in a race to see who would make who cum first. With a jolting revelation, you realize that you have already set the penalty for losing this game, and if anyone was getting fisted, it wasn't going to be you. Turning a wave of pleasure from your foot into a powerful vaginal contraction, you pull me harder against you with your one encircled leg. I respond by grinding my hips against you in a up and down motion, stimulating your clit. You moan and twist to one side, relieving the pressure on your clitoris and pushing my sensitive glans against the wall of your pussy, hard. I exhale heavily, the breath from my nose cold on the top of your saliva soaked foot. My response is a flex of my pelvic muscles, pulling my cock back and up inside you, forcing the top of my head just to the right of your G-spot, while pulling out half way. This tactic almost sends you over the edge, your hands straining against the lacy sleeves of the black waistcoat.. A little more licking of your sexy toes in just that way, and you know you would have blown it. You try and pull me into you, but my back is tensed solid, preventing you from stopping my internal massage of this, the most sensitive part of your inner sanctum. You try to free your hands, so that you can better control your position on the bed, but the damn neglige is twisted or something, making it more difficult to free yourself. Pulling harder with your leg to escape orgasm, you begin to slide yourself towards me, moving your ass across the rose petals on the silken sheets. Your eyes locked on mine, you see me smile around your toes, if such a thing is possible, and you realize that you have lost. I have completely recovered from my stalled orgasm, and I was only baiting you. My hand reaches down to the chain between your breasts, grabs it, and tugs firmly. I plunge my cock into you, and even though you try to push away, you're too late. My tongue lashes your toes, and my free hand caresses your ankle. It is too much. You squeeze your eyes shut, struggling against the gush welling up inside you, but it is no use. The dominating orgasm surges through you, getting around all your defenses, and you just let go. Your back arches as you grind your hips against my pelvis, the dual shots of pain coming from each nipple hitting that masochistic part of your brain. My mouth and hands so ruthlessly attacking your two most sensitive erogenous zones, your toes and your ankles, makes it seem like there are two orgasms happing at once. One centered in the pit of your stomach, and the other running up towards your pussy from those tender, sexy, peds. My sharp thrust into you is like the icing on the cake. My dick slides smoothly into your velvety tunnel, the head running right alone your secret spot, slamming deep, stopping suddenly as my pubic bone mashes against your clit. Your scream drowns out all other noises, but you can barely hear it above the rush of blood through your ears and the pounding of your heart. Hearing the high pitched wail of your body rending orgasm, you wonder which was louder; You losing total control? Or me when you shoved that first inch into my virgin asshole. Minuets later, you come down. Looking at my face, you see that I have taken both your feet on either side of my head, and are kissing your ankles gently. "I win, Mistress." I say with a smile on my face. You feel the thick slippery wetness dripping out around my cock for the first time. Reaching your hand down, you gather some on your fingertip. Pointing it so that I can see, you say, "It may have been a photo finish Slave," you smile back at me however, "But I know when I'm beaten, and I play the games fair. Just not tonight, okay? I'm too tired." You truly are. You are completely exhausted, pouring sweat from every pore. "As you wish, Mistress. Just remember, I'm still your faithful Slave. I'll only take my prize when you tell me I can." Your dominatrix personality is slipping slightly with your fatigue, "I remember, Slave. I'll consider it. Now take these clips off and help me free my hands." I comply, kissing each ankle one last time then returning them to my sides. I slip my softening penis from inside you. Surprisingly, you're sorry to feel it go. It's like there's an emptiness inside you, emotionally as well as physically. We've had each other and now its over. The thick liquid inside you is the only remaining trace of me, and you find it so sad. Then you feel my lips on yours, slowly, romantically kissing you, and you remember that I'm still here. Not all those thousands of miles away on the other side of a computer monitor. Here. With you. The sadness vanishes, replaced by a content buzz that makes you smile into my lips' passionate embrace. I lie down beside you, and you roll over, placing your head on my chest, one arm draped over my ribs. You feel the smooth kiss of the black silk on your bare buttocks, the comforting beating of my heart in your ear. For once, the seeping semen escaping your aching vagina doesn't feel like the end. It feels like the beginning of something new, the slow drip out of you like the purging of all the loneliness you've felt for so long. For the first time in a long time, you slip into sleep feeling at peace; Happy and complete. The comments that everyone has sent me are greatly appreciated, as I am an amateur, it is also my only pay. >;-> So keep them coming, and thanks to everyone who has already sent them. This story has a far more extreme nature to it than any of my other stories, I hope it doesn't run off the faint of heart. If you have any questions or comments, please send them to the email address in my profile.