I'm 36 and for most of my life I've been into BDSM. I'd say my entire adult life, but even as a teenager I was into S&M power exchanges and all, just not really knowing it had a name.

I grew on my sexuality from what I would describe as sexy, to Kinky, to Fetishist, Dom, Switch, and now... Mommy's dirty little boy. Sometimes ”sick little fuck", and my favorite of all "Good boy!"

Even with first ever sexual partner, we would often scratch and bite each other to the point of leaving deep painful marks and bruises as foreplay. The bruises would show up and we could just touch each other in the right spot to bring pain.

Later on I got involved in more semi traditional relationships (Top/bottom) which then became more Dom/sub.

Before getting back into BDSM here, I had a fairly vanilla LTR that didnt work out very well but it gave me my beautiful daughter who means the world to me! 🤗

So here I am minding my own business when the most beautiful pair of feet pops up on my phone from the interwebs requesting to be taken care of.

"May I? Please? May I please?" I wonder if she knew I was asking 2 separate questions 😈

So here I am, seeing these gorgeous toes, painted my favorite color, and couldn't help but genuinely offer to give them any attention they need. (If you see her, you'll get it) I was hoping she would be into submissives, and let me massage her feet while we talk and get to know each other some at least.

So eventually, mid December, we have a lil meet and greet, and I'm allowed to massage her feet. 🤤 Not too long later my submissive side can't hold back much more and I lock eyes making sure I have approval to kiss and lick her toes. God she lets me...

I get really into it now, licking between every one of her toes, licking and sucking her soles. She gets into it and starts playing with my face and lips with her feet. I open wide, noticing she might want to fuck my face with her feet. [I squirm still even writing about it] God, she does! I relax my throat and stick my tongue out trying to lick as much of her foot as I can since not all of it fits in my throat yet.

So this part I love... I was holding her leg in such a way that when I gagged on her and convulsed, it actually made me hug her and kinda force it deeper down my throat. I kinda miss the tiny scratch I got on the back of my throat from it.

Now she pulled out her cell phone at one point and I watched her record me. Normally I'd say I'm not comfortable being recorded like that, but I got more into it. She told me she was going to save it for herself and also send it to a friend. I am here for this, to be hers, I'm thinking as it all happens.

It's only gotten better from there