Continue along with Goddess SinPlay as her journey further into the forbidden world of BDSM becomes harder to navigate with each step she takes.
How much is too much?
Her careful balancing act between the vanilla landscapes she has been so accustom to and the kinky play she craves more and more becomes almost too much… almost.
Feeling a bit off kilter after her scorching brush with Gavin, she promises herself not to let a slave get the best of her again.
But then he returns.
Has she learned her lesson?
Open minds lead to open doors that can harm the healing of open wounds.
My insatiable need for having men at my feet kept growing stronger. I think getting a taste of what I wanted and having it disappear so suddenly made me crave the unreachable that much more. I did enjoy playing with the bitch and I loved how he saw me, but I just didn’t feel that connection. It wasn’t his fault, and don’t get me wrong; I intended on using the bitch often.
I stumbled upon a little nugget on my favorite BDSM website who begged me to use him for anything I deemed fit. He was young… like really fucking young. Okay! Not THAT young, but pretty young and very hot, with a face that was meant to fuck. He looked like the guy you hoped would talk to you in the hallways of high school, but you could never seem to catch his eye. You know the one. You’d wait for him in between classes in a not-so-obvious stalking spot, maybe next to a water fountain (hot guys get thirsty) in hopes that he would walk by and take a drink. You’d stand there all nonchalant and cool, maybe throw him a quick smile as he leaned over the cool water, his hair perfect, lips parting to take in the… Whatever! You know the guy.
I replied that I would be open to meeting him and learned his name was Tom. For about a week, Tom and I exchanged messages and texts, learning each other’s kinks and preferences. He seemed to have quite a bit of experience for someone so young. He’d been to several pro Dominatrices and had a huge foot fetish. I have pretty nice feet so I thought it could be a fun play date. I didn’t have a lot of experience with men who fantasized about women’s feet, but since it is such a huge fetish in this arena and across the board, I thought it would be a good idea. I did have a brief boyfriend in the ‘90s before I got together with my ex-husband that really liked feet and would suck on my big toe as he fucked me, but that was tame compared to what I’d been hearing about in the foot community.
My foot baby Tom and I met one weekend night. He was still in college and was in town visiting his parents. (I know I’m a disgusting cougar. You’re not thinking anything that hasn’t already been said to me.) I gave him the usual instructions on what was expected of him once he arrived. You know the drill, naked and on his knees. This poor guy got so lost, though, that I had to go outside in all of my Domina glory and rescue him from the neighbor’s dog. Fucking typical. Seriously.
Once Tom was all situated on my patio, I left him there to get undressed. He was shaking from nervousness and apologized for being a dipshit. He had one of these very sexy rough voices that cracked randomly. NO, he wasn’t just going through puberty! Jesus, I’m not a fucking pedophile! He just had a Demi Moore thing about his voice that I thought was yummy. His body was smooth and pretty hairless. (Shit, maybe I should have asked him for some ID.) He looked edible kneeling at my feet. Charlie didn’t even seem too interested in giving him a hard time. This guy was just very… cool.
I had on a latex red wiggle dress and a pair of six-inch black patent leather pumps. My hair was back in a severe bun and I wore black-framed glasses. I wanted to give the impression of a fucked-up horny librarian. Isn’t that every man’s fantasy?
When I approached him, I did so wielding a crop. I stuck my shoe in his face and demanded, “Lick it, slut!” He tried to look up at me before going to work, but I slapped him across the face and told him to focus.
He eagerly licked and kissed my shoe while he gently supported my leg with his hands. He looked up my leg and peeked between and saw I had no panties on. My pussy gleamed down at him, giving him all the encouragement he needed to continue. The harder he worked, the wetter I became. The wetter I became, the stiffer his cock went. I wanted this to last for a good long time, so I ordered him to stop and crawl to the center of the room and wait for inspection.
“Yes, Goddess.” Tom’s voice was seductive and purring.
“Stand up for me, slave,” I said as I walked over to his shivering body. His body betrayed how excited he was. I stood immediately in front of him and stared deep into his blue eyes, just daring him to look back at me. He was obedient enough to know that would be a very bad idea.
I ran a finger down his chest all the way to the tip of his leaking dick and whispered in his ear “Is that all you have?” I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and snickered. “What am I supposed to do with this pathetic little dicklet?” I squeezed harder.
“It gets bigger, Goddess. I’m a grower, not a shower.” He smiled a little, realizing how stupid he sounded.
“Did you just seriously say that?” I giggled. “Dude, that was so lame.” We both laughed and then I slapped him again. He stopped laughing. It’s one thing for me to have a good time, but it’s another thing for him to… An unacceptable thing, that is.
I wanted him on my table. I wanted him begging to cum. I wanted to truly break this prom king in two. My sadistic side was very switched on. I wanted him to hurt for me, but I also just kind of wanted to make out and watch a movie with him too. So confusing. I got such a charge from being in control of these men, but I also wanted to cuddle them and feel protected by them as well.
It’s no secret that I’ve been lonely. It’s no secret that I’m going through huge moments of self-doubt, and it’s even no secret that I’m fantastically fucked up about relationships and desperately trying to find someone to love me. I know, I know… Here you were reading along, having fun, and thinking, Wow, she’s so fucked up and she doesn’t even realize it! Trust me, I do. I’m just trying to make the best out of it and understand why I am the way I am. It’s not easy, and maybe this book is meant to make you feel good about yourself.
I love the feel of a hot, naked sub leaning against my clothed body. I love to wrap my arms around them from behind and draw them close to me. It takes them a little off balance at first, but once they feel my hot breath in their ear as I whisper to them that they are my toy now, they give in to their subbie needs and sink back into my warmth and strength and trust me to hold them up. It is a wonderful moment. It is the first inkling that they are under my power.
Tom was no different. I spun him around so his back was to me and played him like stand-up bass. Tom’s cock grew as I outlined his body with my fingers and nails—sometimes scratching at his bare skin, sometimes tickling his soft sensitive parts. He let out a little sigh when I firmly took hold of his clit. I spanked him hard on his ass and pushed him toward my cushioned table. I was happy to see that his skin marked quickly, the outline of my widespread hand growing redder by the second.
“Get on your back and spread your slut legs for me,” I said firmly.
He looked worried for a second and tried to find some comfort. “Yes, Goddess,” he said. Tom’s eyes landed on Charlie, who was bored and licking himself on a chair, but he found no solace there. Everywhere he looked was another implement of torture. I had come a long way from just having a wooden spoon and a lemon reamer, and I intended to use many of these devices on my sub today.
I anchored my slave to the table using ankle and wrist cuffs. He was exposed and vulnerable to all of the wrongdoings that I felt like subjecting him to. His cock, now at full “showing” capacity, was indeed quite something to look at. I wanted to just slide on down the length of it with my pussy, but I refrained. Instead, I got out a penis pump and decided to see if it would grow any more.
Tom got scared when he saw me pull it out of my drawer of naughty goodies. He whimpered, “Ma’am, what is that?”
“Nothing for you to be worried about, slut. It’s just going to make you as big as you can get. Don’t be scared.” I snickered.
I reached into the drawer for a bottle of lube and doused his cock in the cool liquid. He jumped a little from the sudden jolt of chill he got from the lubricant drizzle.
“Goddess, I hope this won’t damage my junk. I don’t want to do anything that will be permanent,” he said in a somewhat mater-of-fact tone.
Jesus, I’m going to have to put a fucking muzzle on this guy. Instead, I opted for a blindfold. He was clearly too keyed into his surroundings to properly let go. Time to take that reality away from him. Plus, I liked his voice and I intended on kissing his very sexy pouty lips. I placed the blindfold over his eyes and he immediately seemed to relax.
“You’re all mine now, bitch,” I said softly. “And you can’t do anything about it, can you?”
“No, Goddess,” Tom answered. His voice sounded raspier than before.
I slipped the pump onto his hard cock, made sure he was all sealed up in it, and started to suck the air out of the tube, causing his clit to expand from the suction.
He groaned as his dick got bigger, not sure if he was enjoying the sensation or not. I pumped again. He moaned and wiggled in discomfort. Again. “Oh, Goddess, I feel like I’m going to explode!”
I released the suction a little, backing down the pressure of the pump. His clit relinquished some of its size. “What a good boy you are! Look how big and strong your clit looks in this pump. You look like you could fuck an entire army with this beast!” I stroked his ego. (You know… build them up before you knock ‘em down. Heh-heh.)
“Really, Goddess? Can I look?” Tom asked.
“No, silly!” I replied. “You have to take my word for it. Now be a good boy and shut up.” I gave the pump a squeeze for emphasis.
It was right about then that my neighbor came knocking on my door to see if Charlie wanted to join her and her little guy for a walk. I opened the door just enough so she could see Tom’s naked legs.
“Can Charlie come with us?” she asked cheerfully as she spotted the slave’s feet behind me. Her smile drooped just a bit. “Ohhhhh, is this a bad time?” She backed away from the door just a smidge.
“No, no! Charlie would love that!” I looked down at the wagging tail of my dog and added, “Wouldn’t you, Charlie?” He was nearly wagging himself unconscious with excitement. He loved walking with my neighbor.
“Oh, okay.” She looked past me. “Hi!” she said, clearly meant for Tom. She bobbed her head at her own joke and giggled. She knew why Tom was there and why he wasn’t able to come to the door. She couldn’t quite see him, but she knew just the same. Both her and her husband got a kick out of knowing that most men they saw come and go from my house were there for only one reason.
So once Charlie was off on his own adventure, I turned my attention back to the situation at hand and said, “Oh, slut! Look at you all pumped up for such a long time. What has it been? Five whole minutes with that thing locked around your cock? You must be so uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Goddess,” he whimpered. “It feels like my dick is as fat as a balloon.”
I fumbled with the release valve a bit, pretending it was broken. “Oh, would you look at that,” I said to myself. “Now, I thought I’d fixed that. How absentminded of me.” I fumbled a little bit more before letting a little of the air out. “There you go. That’s it. No harm done.”
My sub let out a little sigh of relief. “What’s that, slut?” I snapped at him. “You want me to pump you back up?”
He quickly protested. “No! No! I’m very much satisfied with the time it has been pumped. Thank you, Goddess.”
“You’re welcome, slave,” I replied as I pulled the device off of him with a loud farting noise caused by the break in the suction. Now that’s some sexy shit!
I flicked his hard dick with my fingers (I love doing that. There’s this wonderful thud, bounce, and dehumanizing weight to it) and said, “Looks like you really enjoyed that! Look how pretty it is now!” His cock was dripping with precum, red as a rose, and large and in charge, so naturally I had to take care of that. I can’t have this dumb sub walking around with a disgusting boner all day.
I released him from his restraints. “Sit up, slut,” I ordered. I sat on my couch, took off my shoes, and shoved my naked foot in his face. “Worship me, bitch!” As he took my big toe into his mouth, his cock got even bigger. He took hold of my foot and positioned it on his nose so it nestled in the crook of my toes. He breathed in heavily and deeply, savoring my Goddess scent.
“Thank you, Goddess. Your feet are delicious,” he said as he licked my bare soles. He was careful to keep his nose buried in my toes for optimum odor. It was then that I took my other foot and started playing with his clit.
I softly kicked his cock repeatedly from the underside; imagine a paddleball toy except my foot was the paddle and his dick the ball. I ground my foot onto his crying clit and he groaned with pleasure.
“Oh my God, that is going to make me cum, Goddess,” he said, his voice sounding raspier than ever.
“I didn’t say you could, slut,” I hissed at him and continued slapping his penis with my foot. Then, for some reason, I felt very much like kissing my new toy. No, not his penis, ya perv! His mouth. He was so pretty and his voice turned me on so. I wanted to control him in a different way.
I pulled my foot away from his grasping hands, stood up, and walked the one foot to where he sat. (If you didn’t laugh at that, you’re without a sense of humor, just so you know.) I reached down and took him by the throat and lowered him down on his back. He looked unsure yet turned on as I climbed onto his warm, smooth body. I felt like a cat… okay, cougar, on the prowl, and he was my wounded prey.
I whispered softly in his ear, “Do you want to kiss me, my pet?” I nibbled on his earlobe a little, sometimes biting a little too hard.
“Yes, Goddess. I want to so badly. It’s driving me insane,” he whispered back.
I kissed his neck softly. He smelled so good, like a mixture of fresh leather and spring daisies. He wiggled a little under me, clearly enjoying his new position beneath me. I kissed his collarbone, his throat, and then finally his mouth.
His mouth was soft, wet, warm, and eager to receive my tongue. He kissed me passionately and suddenly we were synched up and dancing together by mouth. I love the zone you go into when you really lose yourself in a kiss. The meditation achieved by making out, I swear, is more rejuvenating than any mantra out there.
We communicated for about an hour strictly by using our lips and tongues. He at one point grabbed my ass and pulled me down harder onto him. I felt his cock grind on me, trying to find its way to my pussy, but I was still fully dressed and intended to stay that way. He slapped my ass. His eyes flew open suddenly when he realized what he’d done. I pulled away and looked at him and raised an eyebrow as if to say, “Did you just seriously spank me?”
“Oh shit! I’m sorry! I got carried away!” He looked thoroughly mortified, so naturally I slapped his handsome face and got up. “I’m so sorry, Goddess!” he said as he rubbed his cheek. Of course, I wasn’t mad at all. It was hot! But I couldn’t let him know that, now could I?
“I think it would be best if you left now, slave,” I replied as I straightened my dress and sat back down. I put my foot out for my sub and nodded at my shoe. He obeyed and took good care in putting my heels back on my feet. I couldn’t help but kick him lightly in the balls after he was done. Even a light tap is painful, as we all know, and I giggled as he retracted in pain. “Oops, sorry, slut, I got carried away!”
Eventually, he was able to stand up and collect himself enough to go. I’m sure the tapping of my impatient foot didn’t help the situation at all. I’m sure he was just shaking from being chilly. It’s totally normal for people to get a chill in Los Angeles, after all.
We said our good-byes and agreed to meet again soon, and soon to me meant tomorrow. Not sure if he knew that or not. I’m pretty sure he didn’t. I waited just long enough for him to reach his car and assume he was scot-free.
I’ll expect you to pick me up at 7:30 tomorrow. We will be going to the movies, I texted.
Yes, Goddess. I will have to cancel my plans, then, he texted back.
Sounds like a “you” problem, not a “me” problem, I shot back.
I could almost feel the resentment in that text back from him.
I smiled to myself triumphantly.
About the Author
D.M.Dewey is a fresh face in the taboo world of the fetish community. She has a biting humor and a quick wit. D.M.’s favorite quote ever said about her is “I love all of your stories, ’cause they all sound like lies!” D.M.Dewey resides in Los Angeles with her little crazy faced dog Charlie.