I’m not very good at being a dominatrix. I’ve never tried it before, but the new client insisted that he wanted me, and he wanted me to try it. It’s not like I was against it, nothing like this, but I just didn’t want to disappoint him, and I felt like I didn’t have enough experience to truly please him as the dominant.
At first, we only sat down in his hotel room and talked a bit. He told me that he doesn’t expect anything from me, but he told me about his kinks. He was into foot fetish, trampling, and obviously, femdom. I like foot fetishists, they always make me feel good about myself and I like compliments, even if there are about something as little as my feet.
I finished my drink and told him to stand up. Then, I also stood up and walked around him, checking him out.
“Undress, please,” I told him, immediately biting my tongue for saying ‘please’.
He did so on the spot, throwing his clothes on the floor nearby.
I grabbed his limp cock and jerked him a bit. He was clean shaved, which I liked. And it looked like it was a good size too.
“Lay down, please,” I asked him, again forgetting that a dominatrix wouldn’t please, but order.
Nevertheless, he didn’t even bat an eye, hearing my wonky request and dropped to the floor.
Today, I was wearing high heels. I’ve never tried trampling before, well, maybe once, but that was very brief. I was scared that I could hurt him by doing this, even though I knew the theory. At first, I took my left heel off, and placed my feet on his face. He eagerly opened his mouth, wanting to lick my toes, but I raised it up just at the right moment.
“No licking yet,” I said, this time in a more dominating tone.
I let him sniff my foot, which he clearly enjoyed. Then, I gently tapped it on his face for a while, before putting the heel bag on. I brought a chair closer to him. Despite the fact that I knew which places were safe to stand on, I was still a bit afraid of doing that. Instead, I sat on the chair, and place my feet on his chest. It still must have hurt a bit, when I was pressing my heels on him, but definitely less that if I were to fully stand on him.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
He only nodded, his breath already getting heavy. I trampled him a bit more until I reached his cock. Then, I used the tip of my right heel to raise his member up. He let out a small moan, as I started stimulating his shaft with my heels. I was being gentle, after all, my shoes were leather and quite hard. Another idea came to my mind and I pressed the heel into his ball sack, still being very careful, but enough to hurt him a bit.
“Oh, yes, please,” he moaned, ensuring me that I was doing a good job.
I continued stimulating him, as I started to get more and more horny. It was weird, foot fetish wasn’t my thing. But maybe… the dominating was?
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
He kneeled in front of me, and I opened my legs for him.
“Eat my pussy,” I said.
He started licking me, but I needed more. I harshly grabbed his hair, finally feeling what it means to be a dominatrix. I made him tongue fuck me at the pace that I set, I didn’t even care if he could breathe or not. Once I finished, I pushed him away and let my feet down. I kicked off my heels.
“You can cum on my feet,” I told him.
He nodded and started wanking his throbbing cock, it didn’t take long until the white streaks covered my feet. I spread the cum out like a cream, enjoying how warm it was.
“Now, lick it off,” I ordered.
He didn’t hesitate, immediately reaching for my left foot. His skilled tongue quickly washed his own sperm off me. After he was done, he stood up and started dressing up.
“So, I suppose you’re a dominatrix now?” he asked, snickering.
“Maybe… If I can be your dominatrix,” I smiled back.
