A Mistress's foot
– Je vais vous apprendre à m’enfiler des bas. Vous voyez, ce sont des bas à couture. Elle doit être bien droites derrière la jambe pour un beau résultat. Regardez bien comment il faut procéder pour l’enfiler correctement.
Intimidated, I start with my right leg. I pass the foot, the calf and arrive at the thigh. A little trial and error, a few adjustments, and finally the seam is straight and the result elegant.
– Maintenant, accrochez mes jarretelles.
You pull aside your negligee, reveal the top of your thigh and explain the manipulation. To your astonishment, I succeed on the first try.
– Derrière maintenant.
You turn around, reveal your buttocks. What privileged moments. I've touched your foot, caressed your calf, brushed against your thigh, and here I am with your beautiful curves just twenty centimetres from my face. The fabric falls, you laugh. You play with me as I hook the garter onto the stocking. Finally, I succeed.
– Mais, dites-moi, savez vous masser les pieds. Vous m’avez écrit à ce sujet, je crois.
– Je ne l’ai jamais fait, mais j’ai regardé des vidéos.
With a doubtful pout, you sit back down and hand me your bare foot. I make a few tentative moves. Is a Mistress's foot fragile? You rebuff me.
– Je ne sens rien. Essayez autrement.
I'll try another move. I'm afraid of doing the wrong thing, and I'm not doing you any good.
– C’est nul, je ne sens rien !
I try the last movement I've seen you do, hold your foot firmly, press my two thumbs underneath, move down and up along your plantar groove.
– C’est mieux, mettez-y plus de force.
I squeeze as hard as I can, trying to please you. I can tell you're not satisfied. At this moment, I feel lost and deeply unhappy.
– Je vais vous apprendre un autre mouvement.
I massage your pads with a twisting motion of my thumbs. At least you won't mind.
– Essayez l’autre pied. Avec le bas, vos doigts glisseront mieux.
It's true, it's easier, but in spite of everything, your judgment is clear: I've got everything to learn. I thought I'd succeeded, and these ten minutes spent trying to please you are a fiasco, your look makes me feel it. I'm afraid I've ruined everything.
– Enfilez-moi l’autre bas.
Phew, something I've already achieved. And yet. The negative emotions I've just been through are having a bad influence on my movements. I fumble, think I've got it, and oh-la-la, the seam zigzags horribly. I take it down again, adjust it under your mockery. Now it's the suspenders' turn. You're all decked out and desirable.
– Mettez-moi mes escarpins.
I comply, still a little lost, my mind muddled. You spoke to me, but I didn't understand. Standing, facing me, you remove the last clamps.
– Tirez la langue.
And then, a pinch on the tongue. I can't close my mouth. You pinch my nipples. My sex regains strength. Another strange device with a remote control. A ligature at the base of my sex, another at the base of my glans. Tingles run through my sex. It's pleasant, and I'm hard again.
– Venez.
You're shackling me to the chains hanging from the ceiling.
Scratches.
Tickles.
I live again under your fingers. It feels so good to be wriggling, moaning and laughing again. Suddenly, I stiffen. You've just bitten my aching side to the quick and are continuing from the bottom to the top, exactly where the clamps were. I groan, gasp. You're merciless, go to the other side.
– Oh, vous vous bavez dessus !
Testimonial from W.