[Hello I am new to writing and this was my first story. I do this as an hobby, but I want to improve. I would be very thankful if someone would take the time to discuss with me. I haven't really gotten feedback so far besides positive comments but I would be really interested in criticism.]

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Starring: Chockyy and Marc

Fictional story

Synopsis:First experience as Domme and first meet with a real person from Ffetish.com. He said he wants to worship my feet and I should humiliate him.

I have decided to take a dive into the Bdsm world. I would say that I am a switch, but my trust issues made me choose to go down the road of a domme. That way I feel safer and I am hopefully in charge of the events.

The first guy I accepted to meet was into feet and he wanted to be humiliated at the same time. I tried my best to prepare for the meeting. I cleaned the apartment until it was spotless, my feet were the cleanest they had ever been. I was wearing my favorite sundress with high heels. He had insisted on that. I had prepared some humiliating things to say to him and I had a rough idea of how I wanted this to go down. I was really nervous and a little bit worried about disappointing him.

The doorbell rang and I remember closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. It was show time. I opened the door and I had a really tall, skinny guy in front of me. He had long black hair and I wouldn’t say he was hot, but he was definitely on the cuter side. I hadn’t thought about the greeting and we gave an awkward handshake and I told him to enter. I was able to somehow hide my nervousness, but he was clearly as inexperienced as I was. I tried to keep my composure and went to my chair. It was positioned in the middle of the living room.

“Come here right in front of me and take your clothes off”

I gave the order in a harsh tone. Maybe I was doing too much, I thought to myself. He followed my instructions and I have to admit that I was a bit impressed by his body. Although he was skinny. His body was very defined. His dick seemed nice too, but it took me by surprise that he was rock hard already and I think I spotted some precum. He slowly crawled towards my feet and when he was about to lay hands on my high heels. I japed:

“What do you think you are doing? Do you think I want to have your greasy hand prints on my new High heels? If you are lucky and I feel kind you might clean them before leaving.”

I took them off, trying to do it in a graceful manner and I looked him deep in the eyes. He looked like he was a bit in shock and his cheeks were completely red. I told myself that he seems to get something out of it at least.

“So not only you pathetic loser think you deserve to get a look at the feet of a goddess like me. No, you think you are worthy of touching and licking them. I appreciate that confidence. Weirdo.”

He tried to stutter a reply, but I interrupted him and told him to get on his knees and that I wasn’t talking to foot worshipers. The situation was harder than I thought. I really had trouble talking with him like that, but I tried my best to give him what he wanted from me. Pretty soon I realized that even though it was my favorite sundress and that usually I felt confident wearing it. Today was not such a day. I hadn’t thought this through. With him being on his knees in front of me, I was unable to move a lot. I could feel my panties being wet and I had no intention of letting him get a look. So for the entire session I had to remember to keep my legs together. While I was thinking about details like that, my guest Marc was licking my feet with a passion I hadn’t expected and his soft hands felt so good. I almost gave out a little moan and I enjoyed it way more than I thought I would. I bit my under lip and I tried to take back control of the situation. I pushed my foot into his mouth with a roughness that surprised the two of us.

“The saddest part about you is that you are not even good at worshiping feet. If you can’t do that properly, do you have any use in life?”

I felt terrible saying that and I could see in his eyes that I went too far. I let him lick my feet a little bit more before ending the session. I told him to go take a seat on the couch and said:

“It’s time for aftercare.”