EroticReverie

It was 12:54, and my next client would be here in six minutes. No earlier, no later. They all knew to be on time, right on the dot.

I've worked for about a year now as a dominatrix in the city. My friend Liza i'd met waitressing told me about her friend who did it, and made a pretty penny. 

I'd moved to NYC on my own, and rent for my tiny ass apartment was too much for a waitressing gig to handle. So, I asked Liza to get me in touch with her friend. She did. A week later I had an interview at a regular looking building in the city. 

It occupied  multiple floors, and I had no idea why I expected it to be a basement, or some dark dank actual dungeon. Movies and porn are to blame for my ignorance. 

I interviewed with a retired "Madame" named Miranda. She was a gorgeous 50 something year old woman who ran the place with her husband. They'd been doing it for over 20 years. Her husband himself, was a dom for women as well as men...mostly men. 

She gave a brief tour. Which were just views of currently unoccupied "offices".

There were different types of rooms, and sometimes several of the same type of room.  Apparently, men wanting to be dogs, was a popular kink, so several of the room included cages, puppy bowls, leashes, and god damn piss pads. My eye brows raised at that one. I was however relieved to know , I would NOT be involved in the clean up. 

Other rooms were simple, an array of toys, whips, etc. Chairs with arm restraints, or walls with cuffs attached at varying heights. 

There were a few "Dark" rooms, both included one of those giant X shaped bdsm things. Fuck if I knew what they were called. You know what I mean, the damn thing Christian Grey strapped Anna to. Lucky bitch. Jamie is HOT am i right? Anyways.

She shows me the closet rooms, where theres heels lining the walls, boots, leather, latex, lace, satin, silk outfits. In an array of sizes, and colors but...mostly black. Of course right? At least I got that part right. The other dominant color I saw was red. Seemed fitting. 

I was told all girls were allowed to use the dresses, and shoes. There werent any outfits that involved "bottoms" , as we were expected to supply our own panties. But there were several outfits. And she assured me they were washed and laundered between each use.  I eyed some of the leather get ups wondering how those got washed, and made a mental note to google it later when I got home.

I was offered the position on the spot. The rest is history as they say. 

With the help of Miranda, of her Husband Greg...Otherwise known as Master Lucas. (He definitely looked more like a Lucas anyways.), as well as help from all the other girls, I'd learned how to use whips, spiced up my dirty talk and upped my vocab for degradation. I had absolutely know clue when men liked to be called when being "dominatrixed". 

Hmm, two more minutes till my regular is here. 

Henry is a 57 year old wall street man, that spends his lunch breaks on his knees, worshipping my feet. He pays ME to give ME foot rubs? Wild am I right? It's very much one of the easiest kinks to partake in. 

At the last minute I remember to slip on the golden anklet he brought to me his last visit. The little toe rings he likes are already on, under my thigh high stockings. I'm wearing open toed black stilettos, and black thigh high stockings, a black pencil skirt, and black see through blouse, with no bra. Henry likes my feet, but I'm not fool, what guy DOESNT like to look at tits?

I adjust the pussy bow on my blouse, sit down in the leather chair with the high back across from the door in the middle of the room and cross my legs. 

My eye flick to the clock, as it ticks to 1:00pm, and I smirk as the knock comes on the other side of the door. 

"Come in." I call. My voice firm, not a sing song beckoning, but a command. 

Henry walks in timidly, his head nodding as he closes the door behind him. 

The door don't have locks for safety reasons obviously, so Henry looks up, his eye catching the glimmer of the gold anklet chain around my stocking covered ankle. 

His eyes come up to mine. "You...you look lovely today Goddess Nadia" he says. 

I let the men call me what they wish. Goddess, Mistress, Queen...oh...and Mommy. Those are the choices they get. 

"I look lovely everyday." I say uncrossing my legs, and Henry nods. 

"Y-yes goddess" he nods. "You do." 

I cock my head to the side studying him, narrowing my eyes slightly. Henry is a sweet man, and I honestly feel guilty sometimes for talking to him the way he likes. 

"Get on your knees Henry." I say, as I recross my legs and let my foot bounce in the air as I move my leg. Henry's eyes go to the shoe as he nods and lowers himself to the ground. 

He kneels at the door. 

"How bad have you been this week Henry?" I ask. 

"B-bad" he stammers. 

"Hmmm, what have you done that you need punishment for?" I ask, craning my ankle around in a circle, drawing his attention to his favorite part of me. 

"I missed a deadline for work." he says. 

"Is that all?" I ask. 

He shakes his head. 

I sit up straighter and place my hands on the arms of the chair, and I love this fucking chair cause it makes me feel like a fucking queen, with its high back. 

I drum my fingers on the black polished wood of the chair arms. 

"What else have you done Henry?" I shake my head slightly.

"I pleasured myself at work again." he says.

"Hmmm." I say. 

"How many times Henry?" I ask. 

"Once...sometimes twice a day." he says. 

Henry admits to this every session, and every session he says he pleasures himself to thoughts of me. 

"We talked about this Henry" I tsk him, shaking my head. 

"You could get in a lot of trouble if you get caught." I say, talking to him in the same tone I'd use with a child. 

"You're stunning" he says. 

"I--I can't stop." he says. 

The corner of my mouth twitches. 

"And at home Henry? How often at home?" I ask. 

"All the time." he answers. 

I take a deep breath. 

"Come here Henry." I say, my voice low, as I grit my teeth. 

The 50 something year old man pushes forward, on his hands  and crawls to me. And damn, if it doesnt get me every fucking time. To watch a man crawl to you, is extremely satisfying. 

"Stop" I tell him when he's close enough. He sits up and kneels right in front of me. 

"Henry" I say shaking my head at him and uncross my leg, reaching it out, and pressing the toe of my shoe to his groin, and I move it around, nudging his dick.

"What will I do with you Henry?...Such an old fucking pervert...who just can stop jerking this little dick to me?" I say, nudging his cock, which isn't even small.  I've let him cum on my feet a few times, so I've seen it. But Henry groans when I call it little. 

"What should I do Henry?" I ask him tilting my head, pressing the toe of my shoe a bit harder against his dick, knowing he's getting hard. 

"Should I make you clean the bottom of my fucking shoe with your tongue?" I cock my brow and he nods. 

"You'd love that too much Henry." I say and push my foot harder, rubbing it over his cock through his suit pants. 

"You love being a dirty fucking pervert Henry, you dont even want to stop making that old cock cum for me, do you?" I ask, my eyes looking down at him as I lick my upper lip and tease his cock with my shoe. 

He shakes his head. 

"I didnt think so." I say with an evil smirk. 

"Make my shoes, fucking shine Henry." I say. 

"Y-yes Goddess Nadia" he says, and then I cross my legs, and watch as Henry kisses my toes peeking through the open toes. 

"Thank you Goddess" he says and I twirl my ankle, lifting his chin with the tip toes. 

"I said clean my shoes, not kiss my feet Henry. Do I need to remind you how to listen?" I cock my brow. 

He shakes his head. "No Goddess, Sorry Goddess." 

I lower my foot from under his chin and lean back in my chair. 

I watch as Henry gladly licks the shiny vinyl of my heels. His tongue licks over the part that wraps over my toes, sneaking himself a little bit of tongue action on my stockings. 

I let it slide, because I'm too busy watching him. Too busy getting wet at being fucking worshipped. I get off on getting men off, get off on dominating them, making them do things they're afraid to ask anyone else for. 

I watch him for minutes on the one shoe then tell him to move to the next. 

This one I dont lift from the floor, so Henry bends all the way forward, lowering his face to the floor as he licks my shoe clean. 

"Good boy Henry" I say. and smirk as he looks up, lifting his head. 

"Thank you Goddess Nadia" he says. 

"I've been on my feet all day Henry..." I tell him, and I see the excitement in his eyes. 

"Take my shoes off, and rub my feet Henry." I tell him.

"Yes Goddess" he nods and I watch him slip off the heels, and he takes in a breath at the sight of my feet without my shoes. My toenails are red, thanks to the pedicure I got just this very morning. 

"Your toes look beautiful , as always Goddess" he says, admiring my feet without the shoes, and then lifting one in hand as he stares at it in his hand like he's holding a million bucks. Eh, maybe 100 million, I know Henry already has a million bucks.

"Would you like to put them in your mouth while you massage my feet?" I ask. 

His eyes widen like a fucking kid on christmas. 

"Yes please Goddess. I would love that." he says. 

"Open your fucking mouth Henry." I say and he does. I shift in my seat, and while he holds my one foot in his lap. I lift my other legs and push my toes , covered by my stocking into his mouth. 

Henry groans and  I lift my chin, peering down at him as I shove my foot into his mouth, until he has a good portion of my foot inside of his mouth, and shove them in just a bit more. 

"You're fucking pathetic Henry" I tell him, and he nods, as his hands massage my other foot, his tongue pushing against the bottom of my foot as he mumbles something with my foot in his mouth. 

The way that he's moving, I know that Henry will cum right in his fucking pants if I don't stop. 

"Fucking pathetic" I say, pulling my foot out and Henry pants, breathing, practically drooling as he looks at the foot I just took from him. Like a baby getting it's bottle taken away. 

I push my foot against his chest and push him backwards. Making Henry fall back ward. 

"Lay down Henry" I say, pushing up out of my chair. 

He does, right on his back as I stand, kicking his legs apart with my feet. 

Henry breathes heavily, I can see his hard cock through his pants, and I cock my head and smile at it and coo at it like women do over cute little babies. 

"Look at your little dick Henry...."I say and lift one foot, pushing my toes over it, wiggling them against his shaft. 

"If you didn't have such a small dick Henry, maybe I'd let you fuck my feet" I tell him and he groans. 

"But poor Henry...." I tsk shaking my head as I drag my toes down towards his balls, nudging them with my toes, rubbing them with my foot. 

"Such a small little dick, probably cant fuck anything with it, can you Henry?" I ask him 

Henry has his head back now as he groans, and I can tell he's trying not to cum, because he needs permission for that. 

"What's the matter Henry? Your pathetic little dick is going to cum in your pants isn't it?" I ask, taunting him. 

"Y-yes" he answers.

"Mmm, you better not Henry, you know what happens when you cum before I say so."