LE's rugboy
03-29-2003, 3:35 PM
At the foot of my Goddess
This account of my life with my wonderful Wife is here for everyone but particularly for Mistress Sara and Her sole-mate, kenrug. i think both your stories and your accounts of some of the aspects of your relationship are the most provocative ones i’ve read and am getting hard just thinking of them. You both have a clear appreciation of the psychology of the loving Sadist and the trample slut.
Yesterday i finished work a little earlier than usual – my days are frequently 10-12 hours and i work six days per week. As a treat, i decided to drop down to HMV in hope that they would still have their sale on CDs. As it turned out, the Fates smiled on me in more than one way that evening. The JS Bach’s piano concerti was there.
My real good fortune was, however, what happened when i got home. my Wife, our daughter, brother and i all have a place together and that night, our daughter unexpected was having a sleep-over at a friend’s while my brother was still at work. It is so rarely that we get any time alone.
When i got in, my Wife was sitting in Her favorite chair somewhat sideways with one leg resting on of its arms while Her other was stretched out in front of Her. i sat down in front of Her at Her Feet, which were bare, toe nails painted red. mmmmmmmmmmmmm!! She’d been out all day in Her tennis shoes with NO socks and i could smell their scent while one rested against ‘my’ cock.
“Smell the stinky Girl,” She said while holding Her Foot towards my face. She refers to Her Feet as “the Girls,” one is mean and loves to kick while the other is kind and caresses me. The sight of that Foot, the sole darkened slightly from dust and dirt on the floor, just inches from me just mesmerized me. It was perfect: the color of the sole; the scent; the high arches, wide ball and gentle curve across the tops of the toes.
So, i pressed my nose against the base of Her toes as She pressed the ball into my lips and slid my nose between two of Her toes.
“Breath deeply,” She instructed me.
i can’t remember what happened in the following few minutes (with one exception) as i was in such heaven. While i was feeling the softness of the one Girl, i was told that “the other Girl was getting jealous.” The Girl spoke first, though, with a solid kick to the side of my face.
As you can both imagine (Mistress Sara and kenrug), that just fuelled my passion. i have considered myself quite fortunate when my Wife has taken the time to remind me of my proper place in life: to long to please Her including suffering for Her pleasure and to be told over and over how i have no will-power of my own, that it is She who determines if and how i may experience pleasure. She loves the power She has in being able to twist my mind and literally force an orgasm upon me regardless of any choice i may have made otherwise. She is that much into my head.
Our relationship has always been this way. It is not to say that She is always a Sadist or that i wish that 24/7 but She has immense control over me sexually – and for this i am very grateful. She has given me the privilege of lying on the floor and pushed up against the wall while i am kicked and stomped till my body is thoroughly bruised. My tongue has tasted my own blood from Her finger, which was rubbed over a cut She made with one of Her heels. ‘my’ cock head and shaft has had little acutacks (small acupuncture needles with a coiled back on an adhesive, about 1 mm long) covering them after which a condom has been placed over it. Then i am allowed to pleasure Her while She looks on my face as i grimace with each stroke and contraction of Her sex…making it feel like tens of scissors are cutting ‘my’ cock to shreds but with no actual damage at all. ‘my’ cock head has had two TENS pads attached to it on either side, hooked up to a control box (amplitude and frequency) which She used to train me to properly orally worship Her. If my technique needed improving…..ZAP…..like needles being shoved right through the head, causing me to scream into Her sex while lapping more mindfully. For a Valentine’s Day gift, She received a six foot long riding crop which She used to welt my back and buttock extensively.
My personal favorites, though, are Her passion for kicking me in the face with Her bare Feet and grinding my head into the floor. Somewhat ‘unfortunately’ for me, She has developed a passion for kicking me in the balls. After felling me to the ground, i am to get up, thank Her and ask Her for more. It is not so much the pain as the fear it causes me that turns Her on. i am instructed to stand with my hands voluntarily behind my back, legs spread and eyes closed. Then, to frighten me, She’ll brush Her hand over the leather of Her chair or something to make it sound like pain is on the way. Although i naturally flinch, (and my training has been somewhat erratic of late), once completed, i will be able to stand perfectly still and take all the blows She sees fit to allow me to experience.
That was the next thing to happen last night, actually. We quickly went back to our bedroom and with Her lying on the bed, i approached Her naked. Unexpected, ‘my’ cock received a kick….light by comparison which only hardened it more. With Her buttocks on a pillow while She lied on Her back, i knelt before Her. Resting the backs of Her legs on my chest, Her Feet were on either side of my head.
“Smell them,” i was ordered.
As i pressed my nose against the sole of Her Foot, i was allowed to insert the head of ‘my’ cock into Her sex. It is our practice that She should cum first unless She wants to feel Her power of me by making me cum first. Parting my lips, the upper one came to rest on the top of the ball at the base of the toes while the lower one was by Her instep. As i gently sucked on the flesh, my tongue caressed the ball and i could taste that which i could only smell before. It was delightful. Without exaggeration, i cannot remember ever being that hard…my mind was flooded with passion and the thought of my mouth being filled with the dirt and sweat on the sole of Her Foot. It made me know inside my soul that i was less that than dirt…lower than it…and that this is where i belong and want to be. The feeling was so incredible, that i cannot describe it!!! From my Wife’s reaction,
As i continued to lick the sole clean, i slid further inside Her. From time to time, She treated me to a kick from the other Foot to my face or the heel grinding against the front of my throat while my hips moved back and forth. Within minutes, She reached an orgasm and i remained motionless, enjoying watching the pleasure She was having.
Then began my ‘humiliation.’ Of being told how i had absolutely not self-control; of being allowed to make love to Her but that i was not to have an orgasm. Of how pathetic i was. A foot slut not worthy of smelling the sweat of Her Feet. And all in that tone which kenrug knows so well i am sure. The tone of power…that we have none and They have it all – just the way it should be. Of that message being ground into our souls as easily as They grind us underfoot. And for us, not only loving that reassurance playfully said, but needing to know it for real. Longing to be reminded that it is our joyful surrender to Their sadistic needs which brings additional meaning to our lives.
It was not long before i could hold back no longer and as i came, She playfully ground Her Feet into my face as i leaned forward while arching my back. And as always, i was left shaking…uncontrollably.
This morning when we got up, my Wife told me that She intended to wear Her shoes all day….without socks. Perhaps there will be another story for tonight.
Hope you all enjoyed it.
Regards,
Lady Erotica’s rugboy
This account of my life with my wonderful Wife is here for everyone but particularly for Mistress Sara and Her sole-mate, kenrug. i think both your stories and your accounts of some of the aspects of your relationship are the most provocative ones i’ve read and am getting hard just thinking of them. You both have a clear appreciation of the psychology of the loving Sadist and the trample slut.
Yesterday i finished work a little earlier than usual – my days are frequently 10-12 hours and i work six days per week. As a treat, i decided to drop down to HMV in hope that they would still have their sale on CDs. As it turned out, the Fates smiled on me in more than one way that evening. The JS Bach’s piano concerti was there.
My real good fortune was, however, what happened when i got home. my Wife, our daughter, brother and i all have a place together and that night, our daughter unexpected was having a sleep-over at a friend’s while my brother was still at work. It is so rarely that we get any time alone.
When i got in, my Wife was sitting in Her favorite chair somewhat sideways with one leg resting on of its arms while Her other was stretched out in front of Her. i sat down in front of Her at Her Feet, which were bare, toe nails painted red. mmmmmmmmmmmmm!! She’d been out all day in Her tennis shoes with NO socks and i could smell their scent while one rested against ‘my’ cock.
“Smell the stinky Girl,” She said while holding Her Foot towards my face. She refers to Her Feet as “the Girls,” one is mean and loves to kick while the other is kind and caresses me. The sight of that Foot, the sole darkened slightly from dust and dirt on the floor, just inches from me just mesmerized me. It was perfect: the color of the sole; the scent; the high arches, wide ball and gentle curve across the tops of the toes.
So, i pressed my nose against the base of Her toes as She pressed the ball into my lips and slid my nose between two of Her toes.
“Breath deeply,” She instructed me.
i can’t remember what happened in the following few minutes (with one exception) as i was in such heaven. While i was feeling the softness of the one Girl, i was told that “the other Girl was getting jealous.” The Girl spoke first, though, with a solid kick to the side of my face.
As you can both imagine (Mistress Sara and kenrug), that just fuelled my passion. i have considered myself quite fortunate when my Wife has taken the time to remind me of my proper place in life: to long to please Her including suffering for Her pleasure and to be told over and over how i have no will-power of my own, that it is She who determines if and how i may experience pleasure. She loves the power She has in being able to twist my mind and literally force an orgasm upon me regardless of any choice i may have made otherwise. She is that much into my head.
Our relationship has always been this way. It is not to say that She is always a Sadist or that i wish that 24/7 but She has immense control over me sexually – and for this i am very grateful. She has given me the privilege of lying on the floor and pushed up against the wall while i am kicked and stomped till my body is thoroughly bruised. My tongue has tasted my own blood from Her finger, which was rubbed over a cut She made with one of Her heels. ‘my’ cock head and shaft has had little acutacks (small acupuncture needles with a coiled back on an adhesive, about 1 mm long) covering them after which a condom has been placed over it. Then i am allowed to pleasure Her while She looks on my face as i grimace with each stroke and contraction of Her sex…making it feel like tens of scissors are cutting ‘my’ cock to shreds but with no actual damage at all. ‘my’ cock head has had two TENS pads attached to it on either side, hooked up to a control box (amplitude and frequency) which She used to train me to properly orally worship Her. If my technique needed improving…..ZAP…..like needles being shoved right through the head, causing me to scream into Her sex while lapping more mindfully. For a Valentine’s Day gift, She received a six foot long riding crop which She used to welt my back and buttock extensively.
My personal favorites, though, are Her passion for kicking me in the face with Her bare Feet and grinding my head into the floor. Somewhat ‘unfortunately’ for me, She has developed a passion for kicking me in the balls. After felling me to the ground, i am to get up, thank Her and ask Her for more. It is not so much the pain as the fear it causes me that turns Her on. i am instructed to stand with my hands voluntarily behind my back, legs spread and eyes closed. Then, to frighten me, She’ll brush Her hand over the leather of Her chair or something to make it sound like pain is on the way. Although i naturally flinch, (and my training has been somewhat erratic of late), once completed, i will be able to stand perfectly still and take all the blows She sees fit to allow me to experience.
That was the next thing to happen last night, actually. We quickly went back to our bedroom and with Her lying on the bed, i approached Her naked. Unexpected, ‘my’ cock received a kick….light by comparison which only hardened it more. With Her buttocks on a pillow while She lied on Her back, i knelt before Her. Resting the backs of Her legs on my chest, Her Feet were on either side of my head.
“Smell them,” i was ordered.
As i pressed my nose against the sole of Her Foot, i was allowed to insert the head of ‘my’ cock into Her sex. It is our practice that She should cum first unless She wants to feel Her power of me by making me cum first. Parting my lips, the upper one came to rest on the top of the ball at the base of the toes while the lower one was by Her instep. As i gently sucked on the flesh, my tongue caressed the ball and i could taste that which i could only smell before. It was delightful. Without exaggeration, i cannot remember ever being that hard…my mind was flooded with passion and the thought of my mouth being filled with the dirt and sweat on the sole of Her Foot. It made me know inside my soul that i was less that than dirt…lower than it…and that this is where i belong and want to be. The feeling was so incredible, that i cannot describe it!!! From my Wife’s reaction,
As i continued to lick the sole clean, i slid further inside Her. From time to time, She treated me to a kick from the other Foot to my face or the heel grinding against the front of my throat while my hips moved back and forth. Within minutes, She reached an orgasm and i remained motionless, enjoying watching the pleasure She was having.
Then began my ‘humiliation.’ Of being told how i had absolutely not self-control; of being allowed to make love to Her but that i was not to have an orgasm. Of how pathetic i was. A foot slut not worthy of smelling the sweat of Her Feet. And all in that tone which kenrug knows so well i am sure. The tone of power…that we have none and They have it all – just the way it should be. Of that message being ground into our souls as easily as They grind us underfoot. And for us, not only loving that reassurance playfully said, but needing to know it for real. Longing to be reminded that it is our joyful surrender to Their sadistic needs which brings additional meaning to our lives.
It was not long before i could hold back no longer and as i came, She playfully ground Her Feet into my face as i leaned forward while arching my back. And as always, i was left shaking…uncontrollably.
This morning when we got up, my Wife told me that She intended to wear Her shoes all day….without socks. Perhaps there will be another story for tonight.
Hope you all enjoyed it.
Regards,
Lady Erotica’s rugboy