May 23, 2018|Guest London Mistress writer

Henri woke from a five hour black out to find himself in an empty, dark room containing just a stool. He couldn’t recall how he got there, or why he was laying naked on the floor. Silhouetted by a shaft of light coming from a tiny window, a curvy woman in a black leather dress and stiletto boots stood, with hands akimbo, a leather whip in her hands.

Then it hit him.

He had known Nicole through an Adult App. From her profile, she was tall  fierce and sexy.. During their conversation, she had flippantly mentioned that she was a Pro Domme; a professional Domine in BDSM activities. That was when the idea crossed his mind, to be her slave. For weeks, he craved for it, wanted it. So here he was.

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Henri’s heart skipped a beat as Nicole walked towards him with determination in her eyes. On reaching him, she squatted to his level, her leather dress making squishy sounds. With a long nail, she lifted his head up and caused his eyes to look into hers.

‘You’re Henri, I take it?’

He knew she knew who he was. They had both arranged for his bondage to look real-like. Although he knew it was a charade, something about her vicious looks still sent chills up his spine.

With two of her fingers, she forcefully pressed both his lips together and crushed them in a savage kiss. Henri felt light headed.

‘Henri,’ she said slowly, each word intended to convey meaning, ‘in the Here, and in the Now, you are my slave. You do as I say. Understood?’

Henri had nothing to lose. He was already here, already bound to her. He might as well accept that fact

He rose to his knees, still bound as he watched her loosen the zip of her dress. In a singular motion, she whipped out a full, creamy looking tit and crushed it on his face, commanding him to suckle.

The more he sucked and nibbled on a nipple, the more she held his head to her soft chest, making him unable to breathe. Occasionally she freed his head just enough to gulp air, then pressed it back to her breast.

Moments later, she instructed him to take off her shoe and foot worship her in every way possible.

Seated on the stool, she offered him a foot, which he cradled between his thighs and massaged with careful hands. The warmth of her soft, flawless white feet resting on his crotch tickled his cock into excitement. He shivered.

Next, he raised her foot and rubbed it all over his body, bringing it into his warm wet mouth. All the while his waist whined in fuck motion while his dick nodded. He was very aroused.

‘Oh Nicole… Oh Nicole’ he managed to say while he kept sucking on her toes, and licking the sole of her feet. She tasted buttery, like whipped cream.

From the top of her throne, Nicole watched as he, in all seriousness kept making the ‘FIGURE EIGHT’ motions on each of her feet, letting out deep throaty moans in the process. He was enjoying this.

‘fuck yeah, fuck yeah!’ he said as he licked her feet faster and faster, pushing her foot down into his throat till he gagged on it, almost at the point of orgasm. He suddenly released her foot and splattered  hot cum on his thighs.

Tired, he laid around her feet, holding unto it dearly. He looked up at her.

‘wicked, wicked, Nicole Your feet is where I always want to be.’

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