The World at Emma’s Feet

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It was Sunday morning, and Guy Carson, financial advisor in public, dominant in private, glanced at his watch. Ten minutes to eleven. At 11 am, his new submissive, Emma Morgan, would start. Six other ladies had taken on this task. Two had given up within two weeks of service, causing Guy to impose a thousand dollar holding until two months of being submissive had elapsed. That money was returned when two months were over. All four had taken their money back and left.Each had been adequate with regard to their reluctant offering of their feet but were subservient enough. Yet something had been missing despite their submission. Guy knew what it was but was hesitant to admit it, even to himself.But something about this Emmahad provided hope. The husky sensuousness of her voice over the phone had appealed to him. Even more, her bold admission that her recent divorce had been the result of her own infidelity, had really impressed him.When he interviewed her on the Friday evening, he saw that her boldness was matched by her beauty. Dark, shoulder length hair framed an alluring face, with sultry dark eyes, and very kissable lips. But for Guy it was her feet that had fascinated him, hidden in peep-toe shoes, as, at his request, she walked around, his ‘action room’ as he called it, all ropes, an array of mattresses with rings set in the floor.Walking around, she spoke of her five years with her meek and mild husband, and her night with an American footballer, whose demands, on her body, although never totally vicious, were far from what she had known. She gave Guy an open smile, as she continued, “More determined—more physically probing, he even hurt me sometimes, but it got to me.” She shrugged, “I’d learned that I needed real domination. Your advert offered that.”Guy sat facing her, seeing the opportunity to get straight to the point, “You do know that most demands will be sexual. You happy with that?”Not surprised when Emma showed few inhibitions, he warned her that there would be no choice once appointed. When Emma responded positively to his query about oral sex he’d asked, “You swallow?”“Not too keen, but cum on my body, not my face, would be all right.”When Guy asked where she might draw the line, she replied, “No double penetration.”Guy laughed, “I don’t like sharing either.”Then, he warned of a fetish she’d have to pander to. That brought on the first shadow of worry across her face.“It’s a foot fetish.”Her burst of laughter surprised him, and she immediately said, “Oh, I’m sorry. But I should have guessed.”“Guessed?”“Sure. Most men would be ogling my tits or up my skirt, but your eyes constantly glanced down towards my shoes. Should I remove one?”Guy felt his heartbeat quicken. What woman had he found here? “There’s no obligation on you, but – would you?”His first view of her delicate left foot, as she held it up and wriggled the toes, which displayed an exciting spacing, had Guy telling himself how good it would be to suck them individuallyGoing over the many aspects of his expectations, Emma nodded when he told her he was to be ‘Sir’ at all times. Direct eye contact was punishable, and she could only speak when given permission. That information seemed to shake her a little. Those rules absorbed, he touched on punishment. A range of whips he hoped would not be necessary.“I might use this more often,” And he raised his flat hand. “There are only a couple of things to decide now. Timing and money.”Emma’s eyes widened, “I didn’t know there was any charge.”Guy explained the reason for the returnable cheque. Emma accepted this, and they agreed on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays six pm until ten pm. With weekends flexible, but their first Sunday would be the start from eleven am until nine pmGuy was already wondering what it was about this one, this Emma, that had intrigued him? So open, so far removed from his late wife, Marie who had been domineering and cynical about so many aspects of his character, declaring his fetish a symbol of his weakness.The aneurysm that took her saw his grief tempered by a sense of release. No woman would rule his life again. Keenly, he had pursued the idea of male domination over a submissive woman. This room was specially adapted. and he had a list almanbahis of demands.So here, at last, was that Sunday. Emma had delighted him when she’d phoned her acceptance on the previous day. Within minutes she’d be here to take on the challenge.When the doorbell rang at 10.59 am, he opened the door, keeping a firm expression on his face. Emma stood there, wearing a pure white blouse, open at the neck, and a blue flared skirt. Exciting blue shoes took Guy’s eye.“Good morning, Emma,” he said, ushering her inside.She was clearly nervous, but Guy had to issue an immediate gesture to his eyes with a stern shake of his head when she had looked directly at him as she entered. Too early to react to that.Telling her how neat she looked, Guy directed her to cross the room to sit on the sofa there.“Yes, Sir,” she said obediently, and walked ahead of him. Not far behind, Guy’s eyes were on the blue shoes. He sat on the sofa, but not too close.“Now, Emma, I want you to turn your body, so you can place both feet across my knee.”Emma did that, and he had those blue shoes and the promise of the small feet inside them. Carefully, he removed the shoes, loving this unveiling part of his fetish, and his eyes were feasting on the delicacy of her toes, while the fingers of each hand traced the undersides from big toe to little – delighting in the sensual curve of each individual toe.To see what effect his caresses were having, he glanced up at Emma’s face. Her eyes were on his face. Angered, he instantly delivered an open-handed slap, hard, to the neat curve of one calf. She jerked with the shock of it, and a restrained gasp burst from her lips.“Eyes!” he snapped. “It will be worse next time.”Her voice was satisfactorily subservient as she whispered, “Sorry, Sir.”Nodding his acceptance of her apology, he stroked her left foot tenderly, before running his fingers along the sole, and produced an involuntary jerk from her.Guy now bent his head, lifted Emma’s right foot and voraciously suckled on her big toe. Such excitement. That toe was exactly as he had hoped, warm, smooth, so welcome in his mouth.Guy would have liked continuing playing with those feet. But now for her first real test. He lifted her legs from his knees, and said, “Action time. I need to see the rest of you. Stand over there, by the corner of the large mattress and remove all your clothes.”Without hesitation, Emma stood up and Guy had to quickly say, “Do it seductively.”As she moved to the indicated spot, Emma said, with a laugh in her voice, “Is there any other way?”Her hands immediately clapped to her mouth, and for a moment Guy feared she was going to add to her misdemeanour by looking at him. She resisted, and, with her eyes averted, began swaying slowly, and, oh, yes, seductively.Guy sat back to enjoy this, but first, he unfastened the belt on his pants, and drawing it free, he placed it to one side, ready. Emma continued her swaying and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, pulling it to one side with a sensuous gesture she revealed that there would be no bra.Her spread hands moved over the hidden breasts, down over her belly, and hips. Guy was surprised when she stooped slightly to the hem of her wide skirt, where her hands, moved upwards under the skirt. The hem was lifted to reveal her shapely thighs. Given her movements, he realised exactly what she was doing. Within seconds her hands reappeared as she stepped out of a pair of blue silken panties and kicked them asideGuy laughed and clapped his hands. Clever girl, still covered, but no panties or bra. How would she proceed now? Emma, with a sexy smile, nodded her appreciation of his applause. Her fingers moved down the buttons of her blouse until it hung half open, but only briefly. Emma clutched one edge and opened it to reveal one breast, darkly pink-tipped, and Guy noted the nipple was already swollen.Emma suddenly allowed the blouse to fall completely. Guy was looking at smoothly curving shoulders, and if breasts could be perfectly formed, then Emma had them. Now, her act involved the elasticated waist of her blue skirt. Three times she stretched it out and down to give a teasing flash of a dark bush, before turning her back, and doing the same in revealing a almanbahis yeni giriş tempting pair of buttocks.Teasing almost over, Emma slowly slid the skirt down over belly, thigh and knees, until it lay curled at her feet, and she stood there naked, with one hand on her hip in a provocative pose. Guy nodded his approval. She had accomplished that so well, it was a pity there had to be the chastisement before the next stage could be enjoyed.“Emma, come here,” he ordered, and as she approached, his eyes drank in the luscious body right down to those succulent feet. “That was good but -” He twirled his hand, “- turn your back.” He saw the puzzled look on her face, as she turned away.“Now bend forward and hold your ankles.”As she slowly obeyed, he picked up his pants’ belt, doubled it, and unhesitatingly, lashed it hard against her naked buttocks. Just one stroke and she gave a slight whine and staggered one step forward.“Comments need my permission,” he said coldly.“Sorry, Sir.”Standing, he shrugged out of his shirt and ordered her to stand and face him, eyes down on his bare chest. “Now I want you to remove my pants, and then you’ll bend to kiss what you’ll find there.”Without any hesitation, she had unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. Guy was surprised how hard his cock looked, as her lips pecked at the bulbous head. He was certain it would be a hell of lot harder as her lips and tongue began working avidly on and around it. But he was desperate for his main event.Once more he lifted her, noting the puzzled frown on her face, as he guided her back to a wide mattress.“Lie on your back, with your knees bent, and parted.”Emma did that, and, like a pouncing tiger, Guy crouched, his face close to her feet. He lifted one foot and ran his tongue along the row of toes before taking the big toe into his mouth and sucking on it fiercely. Oh, that sensation. These feet, he knew, were going to be special.Having sucked each toe on her right foot, he did the same to the left. Then he began licking each foot totally. Her feet being so small, Guy was overjoyed to find he could manage all five toes in his mouth at once. On alternate feet, his lips and tongue worked him into a state of near ecstasy, as they slid over toes, sole and the comparative hard roughness of her heels. It was good to feel an occasional shiver as Emma reacted to him hitting more sensitive areas.From this position between her parted knees, he had the most provocative sight of that region of Emma’s body that he might classify as second to his main fetish. Before his eyes, at that wonderful point where her thighs met, the subtle hint of pinkness showed through the darkness of hair.A little teasing was in order, Guy thought, before the main event. Releasing her left foot, he slid his right hand along the incredible smoothness of her inner thigh, stopping just short of her pinkness. He repeated the action again and again, encouraged by the catches in her breath.“Like me to touch you there?”Her breathing was so uneven as she repeated that perfectly respectful answer, “If it pleases you, Sir.”Guy wondered if she had practised such responses.“It might, later,” And catching clear disappointment on her averted face, he said, “you have more urgent matters to attend to.”The whole time his right hand had been busy on her thigh, his left hand had continued to bless the toes of her right foot. Now each of his hands held her ankles, and he wriggled back a little so that he could fit the soles of each foot on his throbbing erection.“Now,” he told her, “try to make me cum using only your feet.”He leaned back to watch her work, grunted his instant approval as her feet began squeezing around his hardness.“Permission to speak, Sir.”She was learning fast. “Go ahead.”“May I have my head raised, so I can watch what my feet do.”“Fair request,” Guy said, and reached behind him, he grabbed a cushion from the sofa. Lobbing it to her, he warned, “Eyes only on your feet.” Her head nodded respectfully. To give her some incentive, he said, “If your feet make me cum there could be a reward.”Her face showed a deep concentration as she wriggled her toes up and down his hard shaft, while she sought the best combination to bring him on. Guy was almanbahis giriş keen to see how she worked it out.Her feet moved to place one sole on either side of his cock, but not exactly in line. Guy knew she was on the right track and soon he was flexing his hips driving his cock into the pressure her feet were exerting.Emma appeared to realise the push of his cock was a signal to her. The pressure of her feet increased. She was pummelling his shaft with such abandon, that Guy knew his climax was close.Was she really going to succeed? The determination on her face told him that she expected to. The next second, Guy felt his cock pulsing wildly and the burst of his white seed over her shins and calves, had him in a rapturous state. The sensation he so longed for.What was new was the obvious pleasure on Emma’s face. Had any of his other submissives shown that? An added bonus was the way she now, face alight, moved her feet to catch the final drops of his cum. Guy, already overwhelmed by the power of his cumming, had a compulsion to take her into his arms. Not the actions of a true dominant. But she would be rewarded.Getting to his feet, Guy said, “Do not move, you’ll drip.”Streaks of white shone over her feet and trailed up to her knees. Guy moved to the door at the rear of the room, behind which was a washbasin and toilet. Topping up a small dish with warm water, picking up a cloth and towel, he returned to where Emma lay obediently.Carefully and delicately, taking much pleasure in the action, he bathed her lower legs and feet, before drying them, finishing with a sensuous skin-on-skin stroking of his fingers between her toes.Guy kneeled alongside her, and said quietly, “I promised you a reward.”Emma’s head was still raised by the pillow, but she kept her eyes averted as she nodded. Guy immediately leaned forward and whispered, “You may respond to my kiss.”Guy leaned over her and his lips pressed firmly against hers. Immediately he felt the warm thrill of her tongue probing between his lips. He broke the kiss to snap, “I didn’t ask for tongue.”Her eyes looked down as she said, “Sorry, Sir.”Enjoying this kind of teasing he declared, “But it’s a good idea. Continue.”“If it pleases you, Sir.”Immediately their tongues were tangled in a wild, passionate kiss, while his hand roamed over her delightful breasts, his fingers tugging at the nipples.After a few minutes, Guy broke the kiss, dropped his head to her breasts and began kissing and licking around Emma’s nipples, before taking one in his mouth, sucking on it fiercely, then closing his teeth on it. It made him feel good to hear her wince, but there was no protest. For a minute or so he sucked and nibbled before he had the urge to return to her feet.This time as he moved his mouth from one foot to the other, probing between toes with his tongue, he allowed his right hand to trail along her inner thigh, once, twice. Then as he felt her body twitch, on the third push he kept his fingers travelling to break through those lips that promised so much succulence. Now her body really trembled, and a low moan escaped her lips.“Good,” Guy murmured, “you’re happy with that, and your toes are a sheer wonder for my tongue.”Another low moan escaped Emma’s lips as his fingers, wandered in the wetness of her cleft, touched on the nub of her clit, and he felt an eager jerk from her hips.Keen as he was to carry the whole action further, he knew his cock had reached no more than semi-erect in its recuperation. He reminded himself that, although eager to explore every inch of this body, they did have a whole two months ahead, hopefully.Abruptly, he broke away from her, not looking at her face, sure that she would be looking at him with some desperation. Standing up, he saw her head turning away quickly, proving he had been right. “On your feet, Emma.”As she stood, although her eyes were averted, Guy detected they were clouded with suppressed passion. Much promise for future activities, Guy thought, before ordering Emma, “If you open that hatch on the far wall you’ll find a tray containing our lunch. Bring it to the sofa.”What was so different about watching this naked lady stroll across the room? In no time she was back, and sitting slightly apart, they ate the assorted canapes. Guy was slightly surprised to find himself telling Emma about the first time he had sucked the toes of a girl.“She asked me if I was gay, and I had to go ahead and prove that I was anything but—”

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