MercyWest

When I was first discovering my dominant side, I tended to seek out other people my age that were like me but did not quite know it yet, and if they did have an inkling of what they were into, they were nowhere near coming out of the Kinky Closet yet. I guess you could say I had a fetish for helping people discover their own. I was the girl next door that didn’t judge you, who was good looking and open about her ‘alternative’ sexual interests. These qualities, coupled with my overactive libido, led to some interesting experiences to say the least.

I remember a particular scene that caught me so completely off guard I still get shivers thinking about it. A male friend of mine called and invited me to a party. Not his, but one his friends invited him to. He said he would pay for the cab and I said “fuck yes”. I met him at his place and we took off to the party. After a completely platonic (not for lack of trying on my part) cab ride, We walked up to what looked like a rundown frat house. We walked in and the interior was no better. I finished about half of my 40oz before I got fed up with the annoying jock rock and the fact that I could not use the rest room. Due to a giant hole in the wall, anyone in the kitchen could see you pissing! The friend I came with noticed that I was buzzed and not happy with my surroundings, so he called the cab and we took off. I was in a strange mood when we got back to his place. The party ended up being a flop and the few vanilla advances I had made towards him that night had immediately been shot down. When he said I could stay the night if I didn’t want to walk home, I was a bit surprised but did not hesitate to take him up on his offer.

Sitting down on his couch, I began to rub my foot through my boot. Innocently enough I began to talk about how badly my feel ached and how sweaty my feet had become due to the several flights of stairs we just went up to get to his place. I explained the situation was worsened by the fact that I had not worn socks either. I truly was trying to be silly rather than sexy in that moment, I looked up from rubbing my feet and realized his eyes were wide open and fixed on my boots. Before I could ask about the look on his face he dropped to his knees and began to sheepishly crawl towards me. With his face plastered to the floor, inching towards me, he said “may i Mistress?” Still a little shocked, but always ready for a willing sub, I of course replied yes. No sooner had the response left my lips, he eagerly lurched forward and began to polish my boots with his tongue. After I was satisfied with his work on my boots, I ordered him to take off my shoes, then his shirt and to lay on his back, putting his face under my feet.

A faint “yes Mistress” left his lips as he attempted to peel off my boots and get situated as fast as he could. Without much struggle and minimal correction, he was in the ready position. I set my feet on either side of his head and said “Do you think you deserve this?” To which he replied “No mistress, i am a bad boy and ashamed that i have not been more forward with you about how i feel. This is just all so new …” after a few moments of silence I picked up both my feel and placed them both firmly on his face. He immediately began to ferociously lick sniff and even bite my feet, I began to rub them into his face and wiggle my toes giggling and blushing the whole time. Then I looked up from my feet and saw result of his feverish licking nearly bursting out of his pants. After a few more minutes of him huffing and puffing into the soles of my feet I told him to get back onto his knees and take his cock out. When he did just that, without hesitation, I instructed him to rub the head of his cock on the inside of my sweaty boot, while doing this he began to tell me, at the top of his lungs, what a disgusting boot slut he was and how he deserved nothing more than to be humiliated by me…he became very insistent that being at my feet was his reason for existing. He came into my shoe shortly after and I taught him how to drink it like a good little slut. He let out a little cry, then collapsed into a trembling pile on the floor…

Although there is something to be said about playing with an experienced and well trained sub, my favorite encounters with submissive men will always be ones like this, when they are in their phase of discovery… when each experience is exciting, uncertain and new. I pride myself on my lust for popping kinky cherries.