LegFetishist
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Mistress in Nice, France. Gone way too long. I miss her terribly and long for her touch.
I get the call. Be there at 11. My pulse quickens. A nervousness is upon me as I prepare.
I arrive. Mistress in heels. I smile.
I enter our special room. The lights low, music softly playing. Before me a chair with hose and panties draped over. She tells me she found them at a shop in France. Mistress thinking of me. The greatest gift a sub can have, She leaves the room.
I remove my clothing. The journey here races through my mind as it always does. The first connection online. The first lunch. The first session! How intense it was. Pantyhose this time instead of stockings. I slip the panties on then the pantyhose. A creamy, shiny pair, feeling so delicious on my skin. I unroll my yoga mat on the floor and assume child's pose. I wait. I breathe.
The heels on the wooden floor. Walking all around me. I keep my pose. The sound of her stockings as she moves about the room. I keep my pose.
Her fingernails work their way up my spine. I shiver. Her breath on my neck. "The hose look delicious on you my dear." she says. Heat fills my body. Blood surges in my shaft. We begin.
"Plank" she says. I assume the position. One minute, two. Body begins to tremble. "Rest" she says. Back to childs' pose. Again. I breathe deeply as I perform for her.
"Bridge" she says. My shoulders on the floor. I raise my pelvis up. "Higher" she says. Up on my toes, I hold. Her nails start at the base of my balls. Lightly up the shaft. Now to my bare skin of my abs. I flinch but hold. "Very good." she whispers as she tweaks a nipple. Back down she traces, ending where she began, clutching my balls in her hand. A squeeze. Light then harder. I gasp.
"Inspection!" she commands. I immediately get in the position I have been taught. A modified child's pose. Arms stretched out with my chest down butt my ass up as high as I can. On my knees with them spread as far as I can. I hear the snap of a glove. Forcibly my panties and hose are pulled from me. The cool air hitting my ass. Her gloved hand lightly grazing. Cool lube applied, dripping to my balls. Shaft pulsating. She enters me. I moan. "Mmmmmm" she says. She works her finger in and out me. Her other hand strokes my cock, it still trapped in the panties and stockings. Now two fingers. I moan. "Do not cum." she says as a trickle works out of me.
She walks out of the room leaving me laying. My breathing heavy as my cum tries to stay in my body. She returns. Standing before me holding my 5 inch black pumps. "Show me yourself Thomas. Let me see how much you enjoy the new hose I have given you." she says. She walks to the couch and pours herself some wine. I quickly put the shoes on. I assume the position in front of the closet door. Legs slightly spread. I hear her sip her wine. "Walk for me." she says. I walk toward her and then turn. I reach down and let my hands walk over my legs. So silky. I feel feminine, I feel sexy. I feel masculine, my cock throbbing. Duality.
I display myself for her hoping it is meeting her approval. "Place yourself on all fours Thomas, legs spread." she says. I move swiftly in position. "Pleasure, pain...pleasure and pain Thomas." she says. She walks toward me with a leather flogger. Swinging forcibly in the air. Close to me. I feel the wind as it passes me. She straddles me, pulls my hair back. I hear the swoosh before the hit. She lands the flogger on my thighs and ass. The sting is there. I feel the thud from the weight of the flogger and it takes my breath away. She pulls my head farther back. Striking me in quick succession. Each blow stronger than the last. Her sweat drips on my back. I smell her. My cock throbs.
She pulls on my hair, turning me to face the couch. On my knees with them spread. She raises my arm straight up and places my hands together. I know to keep them there. Whispering in my ear, "Something new for you my dear." She is behind me, reaching around her fingers find my nipples. Light tweaks to bring them out. I moan. She shows me her devices. Two very small clamps. First one then the other. Like electricity pain shoots through my body. I cry out. She grasps my throat. "For me dear, for me." she says. I close my eyes and nod. She walks away.
"Look at me Thomas." she says. I open my eyes. she is a mere three feet away. Sitting on the couch, wine in hand. Stockings, heels, black panties, white buttoned shirt, one of her caramel colored nipples exposed. Her legs spread. She knows I want to touch her. She knows I want to see her touch herself. She does not. She just looks at me. I almost forget about the pain. My cock throbs.
"Can you hold on Thomas?" she asks. "Yes Mistress." I moan out. "Pull your cock out for me." she commands. I reach down and pull it out. A welcome relief from being contained in the hose. "Smack your cock for me." she says. I smack it with my right hand. "Again!" she says. Over and over, harder and harder I smack. She tells me with my left hand then back to my right. I do not want to leave this place. Sub space. Pain, pleasure. Holding on. Knowing she has sadist desires I desperately want quench for her. Wanting to please her. To put her back there when she was a teenager, hid a way, making a boy display his cock for her. To take her back to her dominant beginnings.
Like a crash. A loud noise you hear but maybe you didn't. My head spinning. I cry out. Cum spews from me. Her eyes widen. Slow motion. I shake. One hand hits the floor as I cannot hold myself up. I'm covered in sweat. My breathing labored. I look up. She gives a slight smile as she sips her wine. She pushed me and I went beyond but I also failed her. We both know what cumming without permission means. I will pay for my transgressions.
My body shivers.
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