Mistress TaraSensually and Spiritually Sadistic Dominatrix
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It took our new foot slave C quite some time to take my sneakers off with his teeth. I could see him licking the laces of my slight grubby white ASICs and trying not to stroke his cock while he was doing so.
Mistress Tara is not amused.
"I'm sorry Mistress" he mumbles quietly as I take pity on him and ease off one trainer with my other, bare foot.
At Mistress Tara's command C then assumes a crouched position on all fours with his bottom high in the air. As Mistress Tara makes herself comfortable on C wearing a black micro mini skirt and corset, I place my feet and toes over his mouth and nose. He cannot breathe without the warm salt and vinegar delicious scent of my feet.
We have a further treat/torment in store for him. Mistress Tara loves to love to crush porridge between her toes and having a willing foot slave massage the goo-ey mess into her feet and lick it off. Adding the fish sauce for extra pungency turned out to be a rather unpleasant experience for the poor boy but he managed to keep his nausea at bay. Being such a good boy he was rewarded by being allowed to lie on his back with my bare feet stroking his face and neck while Mistress Tara trampled on his belly and chest.
By this time I could see that C had disappeared into a happy place - he was sucking away on my shoes like a contented baby while Mistress Tara alternatively teased and squashed his balls and hardening cock with her toes and heels.
To transport him even further, I sit astride his helpless supine body, with my round leather clad bottom over his mouth and nose. "Now you can play with yourself C" orders Mistress Tara. Like a good boy he does exactly what he is told. He even waits for the command to come and when he does the force of it appears to be well beyond his control. He makes a bit of a mess unfortunately. There is semen all over the place which he then has to lick off my toes.
For a first time foot slave C made both Mistress Tara and I very happy indeed.
We love foot fetishists ;)
Mistress Silk; Apprentice to
slave H - South Australia
Extreme Chastity Slave to Mistress Tara – Sydney
Others say NO - more out of habit than conviction..
But m always says yes.
She moans very softly, on an angels wings.
She slowly looks down,
faces the mirror on the floor or the glass in the
window, listens to the twin promises of
fear and ecstasy, then she looks back at me
with acceptance, no heavy
resignation or fake petulance, she looks back
straight and deep into my soul and she breathes, yes...
I hold her chin in the palm of my hand, I
drink her fresh seductive breath, bring her
close to me, her heartbeat a little quicker, her
heat a little hotter, nipples already
blooming against the palms of my hands, her breasts soft
and elastic like ripe mangos, I
squeeze them as hard as I can so that she
feels my hunger, my forceful need to have her beautiful flesh.
I lick the back of her neck, inhale deep
the promise of sweat in her hair, pull
her nipples a little harder. .
Some times she say yes with her mouth wide open,
my cock stretching her lips,
she simply nods to the strict leather riding crop
that mould her into a beautiful
sacrifice, that will better force
her to offer herself, that
will help her sing new songs she never knew
she could compose, she says
yes with her eyes to my eyes and I taste everyone
of her sighs, every sharp note of
pain, every whimper of joy.
She say yes by the tones of her skin, the sudden
waves of red across the dunes of
her belly, the inside of her thighs as she opens
to receive my latex fingers, as she arches
back to present me with the fresh fruit of her
open arse, she says yes with little
releases of fragrant perfume when the pleasure is so strong that
words are not good enough. She
says yes by carefully kneeling on the floor,
still fragrant like an arum lily
under the sun of January, places her mouth where my heat
needs release, she says yes by turning her
head as I approach her body bent double - spread wide,.
she say yes and yes again in
her slow moans, her tight motions, without thinking
anymore, panting around
my lips and my fingers, buckling against the crop,
sliding cunt around my dick, each
whimper a yes, each muffled
cry an encouragement, each release a testimonial.
I like the way she says yes. The way she trusts me
to play with her, to beat her and fuck her to
places where joy is a rich blue note with a deep
low pitch that travels every moist
nerve ending, she is the one who makes me young again,
I am the riding crop that makes her rise
and sing with pain and pleasure. M is
my music and my instrument.