She liked her dirty toes sucked on, as she had her tea. Her other foot would be playing absentmindedly with my bare balls. infact kneading them.
She pressed my balls hard, and I writhed in pain, as I lay at her feet.
She would laugh out loud "Go on sucking, go on sucking.I dont want to hear your cries."
It gave her an immense pleasure, as I sucked with greater vigor as a result of the shock treatment. Often, she would take her feet out of my mouth, and ask me to plant deep, passionate kisses to her feet. The kisses had to be long and my mouth had to be pressed hard against her feet. She would ensure the right amount of pressure, by pressing my balls with the other feet. From the toes, I would gradually go up.I licked her dark,dirty, ugly, hairy legs, and often the hair would enter my mouth.
I would inevatibly comment sometime during this process "Jethima, I love to lick your hairy legs. You are my owner jethima, and I will do all that you tell me to."
She loved to hear this. Long years of living at the mercies of women had taught me to keep them in good humor, to keep them pleased. In this moments of pleasure, Ratna jethima rewarded me by removing her foot from my balls, and caressing my soft and tender young body with her corned feet. This was her way of loving me.
She smiled a dreamy, sweet, almost cute smile, at these intimate moments. For a few fleeting seconds, we had become lovers. She, a neglected middle aged post menopause woman, and me, a docile timid young boy, who often confused affection and cruelty, tenderness and discipline. I do not know why I brought up the word post-menopause here, but this was what I was always reminded of when I saw her.
But this smiling angel would soon change to a vicious cruel bitch, as desire took over her. As I went up her knees, and reached her thighs, she would start twitching. She started getting wet as I licked her sweaty, hairy thighs, and planted deep kisses of affection. She held up my shoulders clawing her nails deep into my back.
She would go on saying faintly "Ah, do a good job, ahhhh, a good job. I will make you cry in pain, if you dont ahhhhh give out your best ahhhhhhh."
Then, she would suddenly say "wait," and pick me up by my hair. She would get up, and leave me kneeling there. I always hoped that this moment doesn't come, but this routine was followed invariably, in every session that I have had with her. She returned with new instruments of torture, her eyes shining, a cruel grin on her face, and saree wet with precum.
"I want to make sure I control the intensity of licking. If you obey, and be a good boy, I may not hurt you much," she said.
"I will now give you the honor to lick my pussy. But first, you must beg for it."
I again planted kisses at her feet, licked them, rubbed my nose on her feet, and said," jethima, I feel so proud to have the oppurtunity to serve you. Thank you so much for teaching me my place, to respect females, and to give them pleasure. I will be grateful to you for your teachings. Please give me the oppurtunity to be of service to you."
She would sit down, and pull off her panties. I went inside her saree, to reach her hairy pussy.............
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P.S. The story has the occassional indian word, which may not make sense.
I will provide a translation if people ask for it.