This is the second part of ‘My First Mistress’ by Candy C. If you have not read the first part yet, check it out here.
She seemed even prettier in person – clad in a leather top, with a corset tied around her. She had a black skirt and complimenting her attire was a lovely pair of high heels. Her blonde hair reached and cascaded around her shoulders. She had a mischievous glint in her green eyes, and they were lined perfectly with a black eye liner.
With a smirk, she asked me:
“Are you going to keep staring at me like that?”
Apologetically, I glanced downwards. I was sorry for disturbing her early and that the only reason I had done so was due to my eagerness.
After a while, she allowed me to have a seat and pulled out a paper that had a list of questions about what I fancied. There was also a scale for me to rate my interest in pain, bondage, and other kinks – whipping, caning and spanking.
I filled out the form and signed it. She relaxed, while sipping on a beverage and having a smoke. She began to inquire about my own past experiences and the extent of my involvement in this lifestyle.
After having gone through my responses, she told me to place a tribute of Rs. 18000 at her feet – I obeyed. I did not even think twice. She introduced me to all of her equipment and joked about the fact that she claimed to be a horse trainer every time her bags were scanned at the airport.
The session proceeded and I was given a safe word to use. She then began to tell me about the importance of these words and how she would care for my safety in case she decided to tie me up. She pointed out the location of the scissors and also had me repeat the safe word – in case I forgot.
I knew that I was in secure hands.
She told me to strip and stand in front of her. My hands were behind my head and my back was arched – my legs were spread wide. She circled me like a shark does with its prey as she donned a pair of latex gloves. As I felt myself getting aroused, she dropped my member and asked me to open my mouth. She proceeded to inspect the inside of my mouth. I wasn’t sure why all of this was done but I assumed that it was an examination process meant to see if I had any obvious disease.
She then asked me to kneel down in front of her and asked me whether I would be willing to kiss her feet. I nodded quickly and she let out laughter seeing my response. One of my most dominant fetishes at the time was for feet and I was continually stealing glances at her perfectly pedicured toes. She had me take off her heels with my hands. My fingers trembled as I carefully unhooked the clasps of her heels. It was the first time I felt her skin and it was electric.
She asked me whether I had ever given a massage before. Disappointingly, I uttered a “no. She then told me to study foot-massages for our next session and for the time, she wanted me to give this my best shot. As 10 minutes passed, I was asked to lie down in a supine position with my head at her feet. She sipped her drink as she placed the soles of her feet on my face with the instructions that I was to keep my mouth closed. I felt grateful.
As her drink was finished, she asked me to open my mouth – I was to kiss and suck on her toes. I savored the salty taste of her sweat as I gratefully and hungrily lapped my tongue over them. I was then commanded to have my mouth widely opened – she forced her foot as deep as possible. I was beginning to gag and I felt that my cheeks were ready to explode.
She then asked me if I had ever worn panties. I denied. She walked over to a drawer and pulled out a pair of pink frilly panties and said that I was going to wear this for her. She then gave me a name for the rest of the session – Anjali. Her favorite Indian name.
I wore the panties as a wave of humiliation washed over me. She then made me go on all fours and sat on my back sideways. I felt the whole weight of her body on my spine. I could feel the heat of her body on me. This excited me, feeling her weight on me and experiencing her warmth. She then made me walk a few steps until the next chair which was extremely difficult but I somehow managed.
She then ordered me to get on all-fours. As she sat on the chair, I was ordered to be her footrest while she listened to the music on her stereo.
The session culminated with bondage – I was a little unsure at first but I had a rush when she made me spread eagle face down on the coffee table and tied my hands and feet. I was instructed to kiss her instruments before she began to whip me – I counted the number of each strike and responded with: ‘Thank you Goddess!’.
My session ended. I looked forward to meeting her again but a few months later, she was no longer traceable.
This was my first real time session – a session that I will eternally cherish.