Dangerous Obsession - Day 1 - Femdom Story

Day 1

I sneaked out of the office somewhat earlier to drive across town to meet Miss Gepard for lunch. We had a meeting online a couple of weeks ago. I had a twisted fantasy of being dominated by strong women and that brought me to the web-store of elegant, dynamic, and sophisticated lifestyle dominatrices at bdsm.com. In the beginning, I was extremely nervous about meeting Miss Gepard online even. But after the first online meeting, she excellently made me feel at ease, relaxed, and comfortable, and I shared my kink fantasies with her. I was a newbie in the realm of BDSM. Even though I researched a lot about the various aspect of this erotic domain, I was too afraid to explore and experience it. So when I was sitting in the restaurant where the scheduled meeting was about to happen, my mind was bombarded with all sorts of questions, forbidden thoughts, eroticism, and sensuality about her, about my newest venture, and the wonderful possibilities that lied ahead of me. I shivered at those temptations and I felt my fingers chilling down even in the sweltering heat of May.

She had called me earlier in the week to check whether I was available. And I had accepted her irresistible invitation because I was too tempted by my erotic thoughts to even considering denying them. The clicking of high heels on the tile floor tore me from my explicit fantasyland I felt my heart pounding in my chest and I turned toward the door of the booth in the restaurant to find Miss Gepard walking out from the lobby. She was wearing a gray business suit, the skirt was a couple of inches over her knees, with a shining silk pullover and black siphons brandishing what resembled four or five-inch heels.

I was stunned by her magnificence and the piercing look of her eyes. She beamed with confidence and sensuality and her looks were hypnotic. She sat down confidently and we small talked for a few minutes sipping a cup of coffee. We talked about the upcoming sessions, contracts, and safe-words and the plays we were going to participate in.

“How about we go,” she said gruffly, hardly looking at me as she strolled towards the front entryway. I had planned to offer her a drive in my car; however, as per her instructions, I had left my car in my office building parking lot. She moved shockingly quickly in her high heels, and when I found her outside, she was halfway to her car, her long, dense hair blowing delicately in the light breeze.

“Where might you want to go?” I asked, presently in the front seat, as she changed gears pulling out of the parking area in the restaurant-complex zone. There were a lot of luxurious hotels and eateries in the vicinity; however, I was prepared to get the bill on the off chance that she needed to go to a more pleasant spot.

“I’ve made plans of action as of now,” she said. “You’ll see when we arrive. In case you have a mobile phone with you, turn it off. I would prefer not to be upset by an irritating ring tone or its buzzing vibrator up your butt.”

Amazingly, we maneuvered into the parking garage of a dungeon-like area, which I immediately recognized because of a clip I had seen in one of her online videos. This was sophisticated, brightly illuminated, neatly maintained. Maybe she was keen on a lunchtime romp. Seductive as she looked, I had no complaints and my cock began to get hard in my trousers as she pulled up just beside the main door and shut off the engine.

It appeared she had already arranged stuff in the room before since she pulled a key card from her tote and opened the entryway, gesturing for me to head inside.

“Take off your garments, fold them conveniently, and place them on the bed,” she commanded, shutting the entryway behind us.

“Indeed, Miss Gepard,” I responded, rapidly removing my tie and peeling off the remainder of my apparel. I had my fingers freezing under the chilling wave of the AC and I had goosebumps all over my body. She, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm and composed as she monitored my errand.

She then walked toward her cabinet and rummaged her belongings. I panicked and felt a chilling wave of terror gushing down my spine. What she brought forth had my heart pounding in my throat.

“Do you know what this is?” she inquired in a mischievous tone, smacking the face of a wooden paddle against an open palm of her hand. It was a light-shaded furnished wood, generally the length of a ping pong paddle, yet narrower and a lot thicker, and a single large opening had been drilled in the focal point of the paddle. It was the very paddle with which she had proudly tamed, trained, and punished her submissives and I took pride in enlisting my name as her sub.

“Indeed, Miss Gepard,” I said submissively, affirming that I knew the toy all around very well.

“I’m certain you do,” she asserted quietly. “Now, before we make the most of our lunch, I need to give you a speedy spanking just to ensure I have your total consideration and absolute submission and to inspire you to be respectful.”

I was more than willing to comply without being spanked by the paddle, yet I expected that asking would just irritate her, so I bent over by the side of the bed as she gestured, with my hands laying on edge of the bed.

Five hard smacks crash-landed on my left side butt cheek, immediately followed by another five on the opposite cheek. I had winced at the blistering and aching feeling evaporating from my bottom, yet my cock oozed its arousal and twitched; an amusing feast to her exploring eyes. I gritted my teeth, battling the desire to moan or shout out. I anticipated that she should humiliate me and paddle me some more; however, rather she commanded me to go to the little kitchen anteroom.

There were a packaged chocolate cake and Macaroni Lamb Pasta in the refrigerator and I started warming it up in the microwave for her. A single spot setting with costly silverware, a wine glass, and a silver-coated plate was on the counter, and I was ordered to serve her food on that when it was prepared.

“Pour me some wine,” Miss Gepard commanded, presently having sat down on a comfortable sofa by the table. I took out the bottle of French Burgundy from the fridge. It ended up being extremely rich in smell and color. Figuring she would need to be filled in as though I were a waiter, I took the wine glass to her, popped the cork, and poured her a glassful with as much artfulness that I could oversee.

At the point when her food was warmed, I served it out onto the silver plate and carried it to her, alongside the silver spoons and a few napkins. I felt very weird serving her while being naked; however, I couldn’t deny my arousal. I was trembling with excitement all this time. My heart and stomach were doing summersaults in my throat while my half-erect cock leaked its excitement. Not wanting me to linger by the side of her table, she ordered me to set up my lunch.

My meal was a sharp differentiation, a modest frozen pita or pot pie item, which I should put on a paper plate. There wasn’t a plastic fork for me to utilize.

At the point when my food was warmed, Miss Gepard commanded me to get down on the ground and position my plate at her feet. From the start, I felt that she planned to have me eat it like a dog, without utilizing my hands. Rather she penetrated a row of openings in the breaded crust with her stiletto heels, each time hauling them out gradually to uncover the tips covered with a thick sauce.

“I’ll be taking care of you,” she advised me, holding first one heel of her stiletto and afterward the other up to my face and instructing me to lick them clean.

After she ate a portion of her food and took a sip from her wine glass, she gradually squashed the sharp toe of one of the high heels into my food, the presently punctured crust effectively separating and pouring out the steaming eatables.

Miss Gepard raised her foot to my face, the toe and bottom of her shoe covered in the sticky sauce with a few pieces of chicken and some pea, and I attempted to lick all the food off of her shoe before it could dribble back onto the paper plate.

I believed that I could smell a trace of an exotic fragrance at her ankles, and her wonderful legs were sheathed in fine nylon. In all probability, she was wearing pantyhose, yet I envisioned that they were stockings and that under her seductive trendy skirt, she wore a lacy garter belt. Very close I could see that her shoes had a hint of leather fragrance and the soles were nicely intact as though they were brand new which she had specifically chosen for this session.

Tasting her delectable French Burgundy, Miss Gepard whirled the toe of her other shoe into the pounded items of my lunch, and again gave me heel and soles trickling with meat, vegetables, and sauce, which I happily licked clean.

“I’m certain you were expecting a more traditional get-together,” she mocked. “In any case, I like this better. I can see you have a hard-on, so you don’t have any complaints, isn’t that right?”

“No, Miss Gepard,” I reacted as she raised the sauce-coated toe of her shoe to my lips.

“Do you like to see ladies in high heels?” she inquired sternly, bringing the tip of a stiletto heel to my drooling mouth, which I enchantingly and hungrily licked even though it just had a touch of meat and sauce on the tip.

“Indeed, Miss Gepard,” I replied as I felt my heart in my throat, my lips were attached to her heel until she pulled it away to scratch it in the remaining items of my delectable lunch.

“I love heels as well. They cause me to feel provocative and authoritative,” she clarified.

“I realize that I’ve harmed you and debased you, and I’ll honestly reveal to you that I’ve delighted in the entire session, yet, significantly, any man that I consider allowing into my life knows his place. You take eagerly to submitting yourself to me, and I am exceptionally satisfied.” There was a long respite and I didn’t know whether she anticipated that I should say anything consequently.

“Much obliged, Miss Gepard,” I dared to say finally.

“Now, our lunch break is running out,” she said. “You’ve been very polite, yet before we go, would you like to be taken care of your drooling erection? Just for fun?” she inquired sternly.

I was in seventh heaven. My wish had been granted. I was so excited that I could only nod my approval, which only resulted in a mischievous chuckle on her face. “Come on! Take off my shoes and stockings.”

I immediately pulled off her shoes, and she helped me with her stockings. I, at long last, figured out how to pull it off. Her magnificent naked feet were uncovered. Newly pedicured nails…for me. “Just for you,” she said.

Her long, soft, sensitive foot was put on my yearning lips. I started to suck her big toe. As of now, I was standing on the cliffs of my arousal; however, I needed to experience her other foot. That was the reason I was here. I immediately reached for her other foot, as her first foot now gradually pushed FULLY into my eager mouth. I was unable to quit sucking her whole foot. Every one of her toes was in my mouth, and I just heard her groan. I at that point tugged her toe ring off with my mouth. Simultaneously my hands went on caressing her other foot, cuff muscles, and ankle…

My cock was getting increasingly hard, as both her feet got devotedly sucked, kissed, and licked all over. I licked her bottoms, as she curved her foot, at that point putting her toes in my mouth once more. Her other foot was then positioned on my hard cock.

I grabbed my throbbing hard cock, and immediately, she brought her other foot down and used her heel to delicately and sensually rub the head of my cock. She at that point brought her other foot down and wrapped both her feet around my hard cock. She started to jerk it off, easily. She moved quicker, slower, harder, faster up and down, and I moaned, trembled, and rejoiced to be her toy.

Her foot continued speeding up and quick. “Cum on my feet, slave” she groaned.

I immediately got her left foot, pushed it down my mouth, as deep as I could get it, while her other foot scoured my cock.

I wrapped my hands around my cock, and immediately exploded everywhere on her feet and ankles. She chuckled and commanded, “Time to taste your reward. Come on, you have earned that as well. Lick my feet clean.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. But her voice, her eyes were like magic hypnotizing me and I obeyed her commands.

Satisfied, she said, “Well done slave! We’ll meet again tomorrow with some surprises.”