The Surprise

[Mistress1984]

The sun finds it's way between the curtains and lays across her face. She stir's out of her sleep, rolling onto her back keeping her eye's closed and reaches under the covers. In just a few minutes her head is forced back into the pillow as her chest heaves and a gasp escapes her mouth. An involuntary quiver rocks her body as she bites her lip and then stiffens one last time. Still with her eyes closed, she rolls onto her side and falls back to sleep for a few more minutes.
Rolling out of bed she puts on coffee and sits at the table pulling out a baggy and an envelope. It has been several months since she's seen her slave and he's been popping into her head as of late. Peeling off her panties she smiles when she see's the damp crotch as she folds them and stuffs them into a baggy and zips it closed. Placing the bag into an envelope addressed to her slave she scans her condo to see traces of his gifts to her everywhere. She chuckles saying to herself "It's no wonder I think of him."
Standing at her closet he comes to mind yet again for there on the hangers and on the floor are more reminders.
She had asked if he was going to make it back to visit for her birthday and he replied "Even if I have to walk." That was a good answer and it surprised her that she got a little excited when he said that. It's not like she didn't have other slaves but he did make her feel special. She also knew that he honestly cared about her and it wasn't just about him filling his fetish needs. He really lived the part and as much as she kept the relationship at bay there was something deep down inside of her that she wouldn't admit; something that had a life of it's own.
She found herself thinking of how it started with him, a simple foot and trample fetish and within an hour they were sharing a few personal stories. That's what he should be doing not her. As time went on they became friends.
It was building inside of him for quite a while now and was coming to a boiling point, he needed to serve a woman. It had been eating at him since his last Mistress got married many years earlier. To long and just getting a session here and there was just a lit match held to a gas pump.
He spotted her ad on a site and wondered why he returned to it several times. Not the type he normally looked for and he tried to make sense of it. What was it that made him return again and again. She was much younger then him and only a Mistress for a few years but she was well educated and knew what she liked.
He found himself sitting with her and was nervous at how he felt. She already had a hold of him and he knew she didn't know it yet. He also knew that when she discovered that she did, life as he knows it would change.
She could own him, he could get lost in her. That was a concept he wasn't prepared for.
It went from dinners and taking pictures for her site to shopping sprees and deeper conversations. She was growing right in front of his eyes and he knew. .. He knew that she was starting to figure out that this relationship was different.
He remembers back...
She wanted him to accompany her to her birthday party where there would be many other Mistresses. She wanted to show him off because the others had heard about him and saw the gifts she was wearing. It's not that common you have a reoccurring weekly client. They come and go but few stay so they wanted to meet the man that so adored her.
They arrived and both were dressed well and he didn't miss a beat showing that he was her slave. Standing behind her she made the introduction and he made sure he was a gentleman and went about getting her drinks and standing by. This all was a test he later figured out. He was across the room and she'd look over and with no expression she'd ever so slightly tilt her glass and he'd snap to attention and see to it that it was replenished. She showed her approval with a slight smile that lifted his heart. Non of this was ever discussed. It happened naturally.
After the gifts were opened they retired into the play area where the Mistresses entertained themselves with some of the slaves that came to the party. He was standing by when the head Mistress walked up to him and softly spoke to him letting him know that she knew he was a trample slave and were they going to get the chance to use him.
His mind was racing and he respectfully replied that if it was what his Mistress wanted. She smiled and walked away. Shortly after his Mistress approached him and asked what that was about. Telling her she smiled and asked how he felt about that. Well it's whatever you wish Mistress and I've been trampled buy a number of Mistress at once before.
Her head snapped up and she looked deep into his eyes. Really? How many?
Nine at once he replied.
Nine? Are you fucking kidding me? Nine? Yes Mistress. She looks around the room and counts seven and turns back to him. Well, seven should be easy then. Take off your clothes.
Clearing his throat he leans forward and says, "Mistress may I ask only one thing?"
"What is it?" she returns.
"I'd like to reserve my face for only you." he replies quietly.
She looks him in the eyes and then down at her boots. "Mistress... everyone can leave their shoes on also."
Looking back into his eyes she smiles and say's "Your face is mine."
Ladies she say's loudly. My slave here is going to give us a little treat so get the cameras ready people. Turning back to him she smiles as he lays on the floor by the wall.
"All the Mistresses are welcome to join me here" as she points to him and walks up and stands next to his head. "And you can leave your shoes on."
They acted like little girls, squealing and laughing as they couldn't believe they were invited all at once but one by one they found a spot as his Mistress took her place on his face in her boots.
Cameras clicked away as they danced and his Mistress posed for the cameras not paying attention to her heels digging into his face; just how good she could look for the lens.
Later he was dressed and sitting on the couch as she talked with the others. He was approached by a few of the other Mistresses asking if he ever wanted a session to not hesitate to let them know. He thought that was curious as he came with his Mistress and politely referred them to her. They all smiled and walked away.
His Mistress sits on the coach next to him and lays her legs and feet across his lap and he's in heaven.
"I was proud of you tonight. I like when the other Mistresses are envious."
"You have no idea how happy that makes me, that you feel that way Mistress"
That was the beginning of the next level for both of them.
He sat back at his apartment later that night surveying the bruises on his body and face and wondered how it all came to be.
She laid in her bed with her eye's closed, her right hand at her crotch and left hand caressing her breast as she remembered the sight she had earlier that night under her boots. This was new to her. Never before had she masturbated to her treatment of a slave. He really did make her proud tonight and he didn't miss a beat.
She started to fantasize what she could do to him. She wondered how far would he go for her? She knew how far she'd go tonight... and she arched her back.

[hhhmmm]

M1984:

Would love to hear what your fantasies were while you were masterbating:) Nice story and loved the face standing in boots:)

hhhmmm:)

[door_step]

Mistress 1984, what a fantastic insight in your thoughts and feelings.

Thank you for that!!

Such revelations are so enormously interesting to know and also very exciting.
It give an intens feeling of satisfaction to hear how a Mistress enjoys trampling het rug and having it trampled by others she prefers.
Doorstep

[flatworm00]

Great start to a very good story.

[LuvsHerHeels]

this is a excellent beginning to what I hope will be a long story.
thanks for writing this.

[BoundToBe]

Before I wast more time on you slaves ... I'll need to see more responses.

[Mistress1984]

Before I wast more time on you slaves ... I'll need to see more responses.

I believe the word you were looking for was waste BtB. But no matter, you are correct. I would like some that have taken a second to read this to take the time to comment. Is it headed in the right direction as door_step, LuvsHerHeels and flatworm00 believe or should I stop here? :help:

[door_step]

Is it headed in the right direction as door_step, LuvsHerHeels and flatworm00 believe or should I stop here? :help:

O no, please don't stop here.:crying2:

Some rugs and slaves might be slow in reacting as their fingers might still be recovering from trampling, because of which they were not able yet to handle their keyboard.:think2:

Mistress 1984, I'm sure they will react now, certainly after reading your remarks:banghead:

Doorstep

[dancefloor]

What a great story. "They acted like little girls" ...nice line!

[LuvsHerHeels]

Mistress1984...please dont stop here....I dont know why some who read dont respond...but for me, this has the makings of a true classic D/S and trample classic.
Please continue.
Thanks.

[Nicole Nicorelli]

Oh yeah, I love it so far also. Seems familiar and I can put myself into it.:think2:

[grizley]

A great beginning, can hardly wait to hear what you do to him next.

[1doormat4spikedheels]

Oh yes MISTRESS please continue with the story. I lovd it!!! That would b a fantasy of mine, to b trampled underfoot (with heels) by a group of MISTRESSES. Who could care less about the pathetic human doormat beneath their spiked heels. And I love the way the slave let it be known that the face is your place. I had a mistress and her friend trample me once & she told her friend "not his face, his face is only for me to trample on" Got a boner real quick after she said that. So please GODDESS please continue with the story.

[Mistress1984]

He jumps as his phone buzzes and his heart skips a beat when he reads his Mistresses number on the screen.
Bushing the button to retrieve the message he realizes that his heart has stepped up the pace a bit.
"You need to bring your car with you next visit as I have errands to run. We will be busy all day."
The only thing he see's is "all day." He breaks a sweat and he's besides himself because he's going to spend the whole day with her and she's going to grace his car.
His mind reels with thought's of how fortunate he is and how many would love to be in his place when he realizes that he hadn't answered her text. Hands shaking he replies with a "Yes Mistress, what time am I to arrive?"
She smiles when she get's his reply and can't believe how easy it was to get him to comply to her demand.
She texts him to pick her up at home at ten o'clock and gives him the address. As she hits send she thinks to herself that she has stepped a little out of her comfort zone by giving her address but it just seemed the right thing to do.
"Text me when you arrive and please be prompt."
"As you wish" comes across her screen and she can't help but smile at the words.
What's this? She reaches down to her panties and they're damp. Another smile and she retreats to her bedroom.
His heart feels as if it's going to pop out of his chest as he reads the address. Could this really be where she lives. He doesn't want to get to excited but he just can't help but think that he's handled himself well enough to earn that trust. Shaking his head he tries to get a grip.
"Come on man, she's just a woman." but in the back of his head, again he's reminded that he knew that she had a hold of him that first day and now he believes that she's starting to put it together. I've got to get a grip, he thinks but he finds himself thinking of her over and over and back again at her website looking at her pictures. Looking up to the clock he see's the hands stop and he then understands that she is in control.
He fights to get it back but finds himself on his knees by the bed trying to get a hold of what's left of his restrain as it slips away.
Pulling up early to the address that he was given he sees that this street is full of homes and apartments.
"This has to be where she lives" he thinks to himself as he pulls out his phone and waits to text her at the exact time she requested.
Ten minutes pass and in his rear view mirror he sees her come down the walkway to his car and he jumps out to open the door for her.
Smiling she slides onto the seat as he takes in the boots on her feet before closing the door.
After the small talk the conversation settles into what friends would talk about and both of them are a little taken back at how easy this is sharing their thoughts, feelings and stories.
"Do you have plans this evening slave?" she asks and he is finding it hard to not show how he loved how that sounded.
"None Mistress" he replies as they drive on.
"Good because I have some pictures I'd like to take before you go."
He thinks that he's imagining what is happening and replies with a standard Yes Mistress as his head starts to spin. She use to ask me about things and now he realizes that she's just telling him.
As they shop he can't help but look at her as she picks out some things she wants to try on. He watches the way she stands and the way she does, well, just about everything and can't help but be hypnotized by her every move.
She smiles to herself as she sees out of the corner of her eyes that he is just following her with his arms full of her selection like a puppy. She also notices the slight bulge in his pants.
Taking the clothes from him she heads to the changing room to see how she did. She puts on the most revealing item and walks out to show him.
His head snaps up when he see's that she came out to show him one of her selections. She's stunning as she turns and he feels himself getting excited. She points her foot and gives him this cute little girl smile followed quickly by a bedroom dreamy look.
"Oh no don't do that here in the middle of the store." He holds the bag in front of him as he gives the thumbs up and she retreats.
Closing the door she can't help but laugh out loud knowing that he was ready to fall apart at the sight of her.
She also knew that the two foot gap under the changing room door gave him a view of her feet that had him clued to her posing of them. She wondered why she knew that about him. Looking down she made sure she gave him her high arch and her toes feeling for her shoes and smiled to herself.
Standing in line she places the items she wants on the counter and gives him her best, I'm so worth it as your Mistress look as she wraps her arms around his.
Standing there looking at his Mistress he breaks out in a sweat as she holds his right arm and looks into his eyes. She could have told him to do anything at that moment and it would have been a done deal. With no words spoken he pulls his credit card from his wallet and his Mistress gives a light squeeze.
Walking the streets of the city she suggests that they retreat to his hotel knowing that he would jump at that.
She feels a stirring between her legs and when he's not looking rubs her hand into her crotch. This is going to be fun.

[hhhmmm]

M1984:

I hope that whatever she has in mind, it's with the boots on:)

Love boot sole worship:pbbbbblt: and trample:)

hhhmmm

[BoundToBe]

I love how the story goes back and forth from the Mistress angle to the slaves. :lildog:

[Mistress1984]

Walking from the cab she makes sure that she is a few steps in front of him. She pictures him staring at her ass and shoes as she does her best to move everything as seductive as she can.
In the elevator she smiles and extends her foot testing how much restraint he has.
He's watching her in front of him and sees her ass move as if it had a mind of it's own and the clicking of her high heels in the concrete is definitely having an affect on his mid section.
Stepping into the elevator he holds the bags in front of him to save embarrassment of his lack of control. Looking down he sees her high heeled shod foot extend out and he just can't help himself. Dropping the bags, he's on one knee and gingerly scooping her foot up in his hands and placing his lips to her shoe.
His mind is reeling as he notices that he was able to do so with little effort but continues as his nose is filled with the smell of warm leather and her foot.
He's in a dream state as his tongue runs across the toe of her shoe and finds it's directly connected to his dick. He hears her give out a light sigh and feels the shoe being pushed against his mouth till the whole toe of the shoe is buried deep inside stretching the sides of his lips. Tasting the dirt on her soles just adds to his excitement as the bell rings notifying them that they have reach his condos floor.
Leaning back on the handrail she watches him loose all control and place his lips to her shoe. She's overcome herself with the power she has with just her feet and can't help but push this further, as a matter of fact she pushes her foot into his mouth and wonders why he will suck on her dirty shoes with such abandon.
She wants to learn more about this affect she has over him. Is it her or what's she doing. Her understanding of a Mistress, slave relationship was much different then this and she was never involved emotionally like this. It was always doing what she had to do to get them through it and leave but was never as engaged as she is now.
Why her? Why does he lay himself before me to do as I please? She always considered herself attractive and she thought she had a certain sexiness but he was reacting as if she was the last woman on earth and he hadn't seen one in years. She had looked for someone to session with but she wanted to own this one because of the devotion he was showing toward her.
Others would play the game but only to a point and then either get demanding or just disappear. He never stepped out of being submissive to her. She felt herself getting bold and wet at the same time.
Unlocking the door he lets her in and is beside himself that this Goddess is in his condo. He want's to be her slave so badly that he is beside himself. he wants to take care of her, clothe her, bow before her and turn his life over to her. He's confused. Where is this coming from? Oh sure he's fantasized about it but to have a woman before him that he would actually turn his life over to was a little scary and extremely exciting at the same time. He knew he had to try and get a grip before it was too late.
She watch him as he got her a drink and as they carried on a regular conversation about the day. She could see that he was trying to do his best to be casual and in control but it was obvious that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her or certain body parts not to mention that he was tripping all over himself to accommodate what she was asking.
He was grappling with himself trying to understand why this woman before him had such a hold on his inner being. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd seen or even been with but she had a firm grip on him and was in control. He noticed every move she made and it was foreign to him that he just did as she asked. He was trying so hard not to let her know for fear of loosing what little of himself he had slip away.
They spent the night taking pictures for her site and in the process he started to slip away and she held on just a little tighter with each picture they took.
"I want to get one standing on your dick in my heels." she says as she readies the camera. He can't believe that he's on his back with his feet in the chair and she's stepping up unto his crotch and posing for the camera.
After the flash there's a moment in time that she finds herself still standing there and he's looking up at this woman. No words. She smiles and slowly steps down letting the high heeled foot linger on his dick for a split second.
Looking into her eyes as she's standing waiting for the flash, he knows that she is taking every last bit of him and he's letting her. She's so young.. how could she possibly take what others have not.
It doesn't matter. It's a done deal.

[Goodandplenty]

I'm loving this.:worship:

[LuvsHerHeels]

excellent...please continue.

[Highstepper]

Yes >> more please. I love how they are learning about each other and at the same time learning about themselves. This is different and sexy.:eyebrows: