Confessions of a libra

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15.05.25

“Are you sure you can take it?” I asked, my voice rich in sultry tones.

“Yes,” he let out almost too quickly.

Richard fell to his knees in front of me. A symbol of the responsibility he was asking to take on. To give himself up almost entirely to my whims. I cupped his chin firmly and bent down to a hover above his lips.

“Then I want you to strip, fold your clothes neatly and wear the kitchen apron.”

I stepped away from him and watched him scramble up to complete his mission. I took a big long drag out of the sleek vape in my hand. I waited, making myself comfortable on the sofa. He returned nude, save for the apron.

“Yes, Goddess?” he enquired.

“That’s your attire for the day. Come and rub my feet.” I kept my tone firm but sensuous. He approached to sit on the couch beside me. I interrupted him, “Uh-uh not from up here, from down there.”

I pointed at the ground before me. Without a complaint he made himself comfortable and started massaging. The sensation of decadent pleasure in the soles of my feet, was only rivalled by the heat in my chest. The pride for Richard doing something I never thought he would feel comfortable enough to do. Surrender.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Goddess?” he asked reverently.

I pretended to think for a moment. Then replied, “You can kiss my feet.”

I was testing him. I knew I was testing him but I just couldn’t help myself. How long could he restrain before he got his reward? While gazing intensely into my eyes he brought my toes up to his lips. Then, before I could register anything, he had slowly but sensually placed my big toe in his mouth. He sucked on it gently but defiantly. I gasped from the shock and arousal.

“Richard, stop it right now.” I projected my inner dominatrix.

I tried to compose myself. Override the feelings of the attentive nipples, the pooling liquid and increasingly sticky thighs.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

That alone fired up the nerves. I took deep, intentional breaths and remembered who was in control here.

“I think you’re gonna need to be punished. Is that fair?” I asked. Richard nodded, enthused. “Take off my bodysuit. With just your teeth.”

His eyes lit up at the challenge and he tackled me burying his face all into me. He elicited giggles and I completely forgot what game we were playing and why.

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