dmd
12-14-2002, 7:25 AM
(continuing ...)
I laid low for a while after our encounter. It took some time to reflect on what had happened. Despite Sue using me for her pleasure and humiliating me, I suspected that she had been retty reserved and could have done much worse with me. That tought scared me and excited me at the same time.
Sue had the experience to know that I needed some time to myself after that. She acted normally at work - no furtive glances, no funny jokes, not even that pair of shoes after the first day.
"I want to watch a movie tonight. Interested in coming over?" he asked.
"Sure" - I wasn't going to pass anything up.
"Ok - Eight o'clock then."
And so the hours dragged on. Watching a movie seemed too innocent. Maybe this was a way to make up for the very quick start we had. A nagging thought in the back of my mind told me it wasn't going to be that easy though. There had to be a catch.
When I arrived at her house she was dressed casually - just a t-shirt and jeans. The jeans fit perfectly, which I could say about any piece of clothing she wore - not baggy, but not too tight. She was exceptionally particular about looking good, even in her selection of causal around-the-house clothing.
In the livingroom she suggested that I lay on the floor. In the way she was motioning I would be facing the TV with my head near the couch - we'd probably just grab some pillows and prop up against the couch. She went to the kitchen to get a drink, so I just waited.
When she came back I found out the real plan. She sat on the couch behind me, placed one foot on my chest, and the other squarely on my upturned face. The heel of her foot was on my forehead; the ball of her foot was on my lips, and my no
se was being pressed slightly by her instep. I could open my eyes and see part of her leg above me or her other ankle - nothing more. Sue was going to watch a movie alright, but she didn't mention that I wouldn't be watching it.
And there I was, my face being used as a footrest by this beautiful woman. Her foot pressed firmly against my lips, and I being forced to breathe her scent in which each breath. Her other foot wandered between my chest, the side of my fac
e, and the side of my neck. Needless to say I was instantly aroused by this, and my pants couldn't hide it.
You can't measure time in such a position. You don't want to either. Despite the subservient position I was quite happy where I was. Her foot was pleasingly warm, and it felt like a massage for my face. I was being held in place by her, but I had no intention of moving - no restraits were needed.
After a while she changed feet and put the other foot on my face. This was a more difficult position, as this foot was positioned in a slightly different way such that it flattened my nose more making it hard to breathe. Now I found myself having to go to great lengths to control my breathing; I couldn't breathe in or exhale fast enough. I wanted so much to ask her for a chance to catch my breath, but that is hard to do when your mouth is tightly held shut. After a few minutes I had to turn slightly to the side and gasp.
With the poise of an elegant and experienced woman, she slightly arched her foot to accomodate my need to breathe, then relaxed it back again. She had granted me the priviledge of breath, and then resumed making it difficult for me. There was no question who was in control - with her foot casually resting on my face she was controlling my ability to breathe - to live even. And I wasn't challenging it. This continued until she switched feet again, and then happened again later on.
At the end of the movie she turned off the TV and got up. Coming back quickly, she placed a chair over my chest and both of her feet on my face. This time, the purpose was different. She began to slowly and deeply massage my face with her feet. It was heavenly. Soon I was kissing the soles of her feet as they made contact with my mouth, and kissing the toes when I could. It was incredibly deep and sensual; I wished I could have orgasmed right there.
And that was the other twist on the night. She slowed down, stopped, and then said good night. It was over - nothing more for her or me. Just a good night kiss on her feet at the door. Driving home I wasn't sure if I had missed an opportunity or not. I probably could have begged to serve her, but something tells me that wouldn't have worked. She was making a point by teasing me so much without a climax. No doubt she was aroused too - a woman doesn't just casually use a man's face as a footrest and then engage in a foot worship session without feeling it. I'd have to wait to find out what the next step was going to be.
(to be continued, yet again)
DMD
I laid low for a while after our encounter. It took some time to reflect on what had happened. Despite Sue using me for her pleasure and humiliating me, I suspected that she had been retty reserved and could have done much worse with me. That tought scared me and excited me at the same time.
Sue had the experience to know that I needed some time to myself after that. She acted normally at work - no furtive glances, no funny jokes, not even that pair of shoes after the first day.
"I want to watch a movie tonight. Interested in coming over?" he asked.
"Sure" - I wasn't going to pass anything up.
"Ok - Eight o'clock then."
And so the hours dragged on. Watching a movie seemed too innocent. Maybe this was a way to make up for the very quick start we had. A nagging thought in the back of my mind told me it wasn't going to be that easy though. There had to be a catch.
When I arrived at her house she was dressed casually - just a t-shirt and jeans. The jeans fit perfectly, which I could say about any piece of clothing she wore - not baggy, but not too tight. She was exceptionally particular about looking good, even in her selection of causal around-the-house clothing.
In the livingroom she suggested that I lay on the floor. In the way she was motioning I would be facing the TV with my head near the couch - we'd probably just grab some pillows and prop up against the couch. She went to the kitchen to get a drink, so I just waited.
When she came back I found out the real plan. She sat on the couch behind me, placed one foot on my chest, and the other squarely on my upturned face. The heel of her foot was on my forehead; the ball of her foot was on my lips, and my no
se was being pressed slightly by her instep. I could open my eyes and see part of her leg above me or her other ankle - nothing more. Sue was going to watch a movie alright, but she didn't mention that I wouldn't be watching it.
And there I was, my face being used as a footrest by this beautiful woman. Her foot pressed firmly against my lips, and I being forced to breathe her scent in which each breath. Her other foot wandered between my chest, the side of my fac
e, and the side of my neck. Needless to say I was instantly aroused by this, and my pants couldn't hide it.
You can't measure time in such a position. You don't want to either. Despite the subservient position I was quite happy where I was. Her foot was pleasingly warm, and it felt like a massage for my face. I was being held in place by her, but I had no intention of moving - no restraits were needed.
After a while she changed feet and put the other foot on my face. This was a more difficult position, as this foot was positioned in a slightly different way such that it flattened my nose more making it hard to breathe. Now I found myself having to go to great lengths to control my breathing; I couldn't breathe in or exhale fast enough. I wanted so much to ask her for a chance to catch my breath, but that is hard to do when your mouth is tightly held shut. After a few minutes I had to turn slightly to the side and gasp.
With the poise of an elegant and experienced woman, she slightly arched her foot to accomodate my need to breathe, then relaxed it back again. She had granted me the priviledge of breath, and then resumed making it difficult for me. There was no question who was in control - with her foot casually resting on my face she was controlling my ability to breathe - to live even. And I wasn't challenging it. This continued until she switched feet again, and then happened again later on.
At the end of the movie she turned off the TV and got up. Coming back quickly, she placed a chair over my chest and both of her feet on my face. This time, the purpose was different. She began to slowly and deeply massage my face with her feet. It was heavenly. Soon I was kissing the soles of her feet as they made contact with my mouth, and kissing the toes when I could. It was incredibly deep and sensual; I wished I could have orgasmed right there.
And that was the other twist on the night. She slowed down, stopped, and then said good night. It was over - nothing more for her or me. Just a good night kiss on her feet at the door. Driving home I wasn't sure if I had missed an opportunity or not. I probably could have begged to serve her, but something tells me that wouldn't have worked. She was making a point by teasing me so much without a climax. No doubt she was aroused too - a woman doesn't just casually use a man's face as a footrest and then engage in a foot worship session without feeling it. I'd have to wait to find out what the next step was going to be.
(to be continued, yet again)
DMD