Bound and Submissive: A Tale of Foot Worship Bondage
I was lost in my thoughts, curled up on the couch with a glass of wine and a dirty book. The scene that captivated me was of a man tying up his lover in an incredibly vulnerable position. He bound her ankles to her wrists, leaving her completely exposed and utterly helpless. As I read, I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be in that position myself - my feet in the air, my arse on full display, unable to resist the touch of another person.
It was then that I realized I had to experience this for myself. I set down my book and went to my closet, pulling out a leather harness and cuffs. I locked myself into the tight bonds, feeling the restrictive material against my skin. It was exhilarating, and I couldn't wait to feel the intense pleasure of being completely submissive.
I positioned myself on the bed, my feet in the air, and waited. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but I knew that someone would eventually arrive to worship my feet. I closed my eyes and imagined the sensation of warm breath on my skin, soft lips kissing every inch of my bare feet. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my body already beginning to respond to the thought.
After what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and there he was. My heart raced as he knelt before me, his eyes fixed on my feet. Without a word, he began to kiss and lick my toes, his rough stubble tickling my skin. I tried to resist the urge to squirm, wanting to feel everything he was doing.
As he worked his way up my calves, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. When he finally reached my ankles, he paused, his lips grazing against the sensitive skin. His hands gently massaged my inner thighs, sending shivers down my spine.
When he finally reached my sensitive soles, I let out a gasp. His tongue flicked against my arch, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He licked and kissed every inch of my feet, his hands gripping my ankles tightly. I tried to beg him to stop, but the words caught in my throat.
Finally, he pulled away, leaving me panting and aching for more. He stood up, his eyes meeting mine for the first time. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to do this again."
And with that, he left me there, bound and vulnerable, but so completely fulfilled.
