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It was a rainy Thursday evening, and I was tired from my day job. The rain made a soft tinkling sound against my office window, and I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on my desk. Dee-Dee would soon arrive for his weekly session not knowing what to expect. For that matter, I didn’t know what to expect either.
Normally, I planned each session carefully, but this had been a busy week at my day job leaving no time to plan my play sessions. So, tonight was going to be one of those rare play-it-by-ear nights. Sighing, I got up and poured myself a glass of crisp, cold, white wine from the mini-fridge, and stared out the window. The sun was just going down and the sky was awash with reds, oranges, and yellows. Soon they would fade to blues and violets, and finally to the soothing midnight blue of night.
I had already introduced my sweet Dee-Dee to many of the things that I enjoyed. He had impressed me by being a quick learner and that pleased me. The idea lingered in my mind of the two of us being more than just playmates. I quickly brushed aside the idea. It was dangerous for me to think that way. This was my livelihood. I couldn’t allow myself to screw it up. Any kind of relationship other than a kink one, was playing with fire. Sure, it would be fun for a while, but relationships always ended the same way; badly.
I wandered back to my desk and sat down to wait, sipping my wine. It was rare that I consumed any alcohol before playing with a sub. He would be literally putting his well-being into my hands. In all my time doing this I had never had an accident, and that was the result of taking my role very seriously. However, I was very tense and needed quite badly to unwind before playtime began even if it was irresponsible of me.
I got up and wandered restlessly through the dungeon. I was always careful to clean all my toys after a session, and everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. Call me OCD but everything had a place, and each toy was kept in its place. I wandered around, looking at each toy, each strap of leather, each flogger and gag remembering where I had purchased them, or who had given them as tributes. I willed away my reflective mood, and tried to concentrate on the session to come. Dee-Dee would be here in less than 30 minutes, and I had to have at least some idea of what to do with him. I really needed to snap out of this melancholy mood that I was in and focus on my role as a Domme.
I sat down in my big overstuffed leather chair in the dungeon and sipped my wine, crossing my legs. I considered all the scenes I had practiced and played over the years trying to think of one that was both simple and effective. I wanted one that was more service-oriented tonight. I was simply too tired tonight both mentally and physically to wield a flogger and use my strap-on. I finally settled on teaching Dee-Dee the basics of being a service-oriented slave. It would be something new for him, and yet easy for me.
I got up and walked back to the office, closing the door to the dungeon behind me. I finished my wine just as Dee-Dee’s car pulled up to the curb. ‘Show time,’ I thought to myself. Time to earn the extra money I needed to maintain my lifestyle. I sat down, applied lipstick and waited for Dee-Dee to come in. When he did, he looked happier than ever to be there. Having an hour of kink play once-a-week certainly was agreeing with him.
“Good evening Dean,” I purred.
“Good evening Ma’am,” he said with a wide grin as he sat down in the chair opposite mine.
I slid the release form across the desk to him, and he quickly signed it. He was practically bouncing in his chair with eagerness and enthusiasm to get started. His enthusiasm was inspiring, and had I not been so tired I would have eagerly played a much different scene with him than the one I had planned.
He handed me the money to cover my fee for the hour, and I tucked it into the lap drawer of my desk and turned the key in the lock.
“Go into the dungeon and prepare yourself to serve me Dee-Dee.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he murmured bouncing out of his chair and into the dungeon with a wide smile on his face.
The key was quickly and quietly slipped into its hiding place underneath the arm of my chair. I had done this so many times that I often did it without even having to think about it.
I gave him the few minutes it would require him to strip naked and kneel on the floor, and then I got up and went into the dungeon. The room was sound-proof once the door was closed behind me. Dee-Dee was kneeling obediently on the floor with his head bowed in reverence. I walked over and put my high-heel clad foot against his back and shoved.
“Bow yourself down all the way to the floor,” I demanded. “I want to see your face on the floor!”
He bowed low stretching his arms out in front of him, and putting his forehead on the floor. I placed my foot on his back, and saw his cock begin to twitch.
“In the world outside you are a biiiiig businessman…important…and powerful, but in here you are nothing. You are merely my slave. You do my bidding whatever my whim might be.”
“Yes Ma’am. I love serving you.”
“Well, tonight you are going to get the chance to prove it. Tonight you will devote yourself to serving and pleasing me like never before.”
“Yes Ma’am, whatever you like Ma’am.”
“Don’t think for one minute that you will actually please me. You are inferior and have no hope of ever pleasing me.”
“Yes Ma’am, I know.”
“But I am willing to give you the chance to try.”
“You are gracious Ma’am.”
“Follow me on your hands and knees,” I said as I walked over to my chair.
Dean crawled across the dungeon floor with his head bowed. I sat down in my chair and relaxed.
“Come here Dee-Dee.”
Dean crawled closer with his head still bowed.
“Resume a kneeling posture.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said softly as he kneeled at my feet.
“Pick up my right foot in your hands, and take my shoe off.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said obviously delighted to be able to touch me like this.
He removed my shoe and placed it in his lap. I noticed his little toy soldier had sprung to attention. This pleased me very much, and I smiled.
“You may rub my foot.”
“Yes Ma’am!”
He began to massage my foot slowly and carefully, and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. He was better at it than I had expected him to be, and I found myself relaxing.
“You may kiss my foot.”
Immediately, he began to cover my foot with kisses both on the top of my foot and the bottom. He kissed each of my toes as though he were kissing a lover’s lips. I had to fight the urge to surrender to the lovely feelings of relaxation.
“Just because you are allowed to kiss my foot doesn’t mean that you have permission to stop massaging my foot! Surely you can do both at the same time,” I snapped at him, causing him to wince.
He began massaging and kissing my foot simultaneously, and I relaxed again. The longer he applied himself to my foot the better he was getting at it. Then, he tentatively took my big toe into his mouth. It was such a lovely feeling, but I had to scold him. I had not given him permission to do that!
“WHAT do you think you are doing?” I demanded. “I did NOT give you permission to put my Goddess toes into your filthy mouth! Do you want to go home right now?”
“Oh! No Ma’am!”
“Then you need to follow my directions completely! Do you understand me?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Put my shoe back on!”
He reluctantly took my shoe from his lap and put it back on my foot.
“Now, you owe me an apology!”
“Yes Ma’am. I’m so very sorry that I put your Goddess toe into my mouth. It was a very stupid thing for me to do. I should have known better than to do that without being given permission. Please forgive me for being stupid.”
“Get up and go fetch my favorite leather flogger.”
“Yes Ma’am,” and he got up and headed to where I stored my toys. He had no hope of knowing which flogger was my favorite, because I had used a different one each time we had played. Surprisingly, he brought back one of my favorite floggers, a nasty one with knotted falls. He knelt before me and extended it toward me.
“That is NOT my favorite flogger!”
“I’m sorry Ma’am; I thought surely this one was your favorite!”
“No, it isn’t, but it will do! Bow down to the floor.”
He bowed himself down and I got up and walked around him. I flogged him hard, really putting my back into it, and after just a few minutes his back was covered in red welts.
“Now, let’s see if you have learned anything,” I said sitting down again. “Resume a kneeling position, and take my left foot in your hands.”
He jumped up and quickly picked up my left foot.
“Now, take my shoe off and begin kissing my foot.”
“Oh! Ma’am! Yes!”
He quickly took my shoe off, placed it in his lap and began kissing my foot. I allowed him to cover my feet with kisses for a few minutes, relishing the sight.
“You may now begin to massage my foot.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
He had indeed learned from his earlier mistake, because he not only started massaging my foot, but continued to kiss my foot as well. I smiled in spite of myself. After a few minutes I knew that I wanted more than just a foot massage tonight. I looked down at him and saw a look of complete bliss on his face. He was enjoying this more than I had thought he would!
“STOP!” I roared at him at the top of my voice.
He cringed and waited to see what he had done to displease me.
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