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Isabella's domination: A forced foot fetish story of revealing all secret desires.

Her name is Isabella. She is a good friend of my already ex-girlfriend and a very sexy girl. Her vast eyes under her eyebrows were always playfully and sweetly looking straight into my soul. It seemed as if she knew something secret about me. I suspected she did... The thing is, with my ex, I wasn't just having crazy classic sex. I, having not bad psychological skills, still managed to do something that many people fail to do — I turned her on foot fetish as if she wanted it, but that's not the point.

After we broke up, there was one moment when we met with Isabella to talk about something I don't remember. We had a few drinks, and when I asked what my ex was saying about me, Isabella gave me this look... either with authority, or with insolence, or with cunning, like a blackmailer looks at a victim of extortion... and answered:

"A lot of things," she smiled, looked me straight in the eyes, and added — "about you, she told me really everything!"

This meeting was a relatively long time ago, after which my life turned into a whirlwind: work, girls, drinking, days changed into nights, and nights turned into another day. And so once, in the evening, lying in front of the computer and masturbating to the way the Mistress humiliates her slave and every now and then chasing off the intrusive cat, I heard a call. I was terribly annoyed by those calls that distracted me from my favourite activity — discovering some BDSM or femdom erotic stories. It was Isabella. I picked up the phone, pleasantly surprised.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Andrew, how are you? What are you doing?"

And the conversation began. We talked a little about this and that, and soon Isabella told me that she had worked her shift at the hairdresser's and would like to drink some tequila with me because we hadn't seen each other for a long time. Naturally, I invited her to my place because it was cold outside. Isabella said she'd be there soon with alcohol.

At times like this, porn becomes a drag, and now I'll explain why. I don't like jerking off before someone comes on speed. I have to look for my favourite moment and try to get into it like I owe someone something. I didn't want to jerk off before my gorgeous girlfriend arrived, either. I decided to just slowly jerk off into a high, changing the laptop video from foot fetish stories to facializing, etc., but not to cum.

I spent the rest of the time doing that until the doorbell rang. I slammed the laptop shut, flicked my dick (I always did that so that it would fall), put on my underwear and robe and went to open the door. Naturally, on the threshold stood stunning Isabella. While she passed on the threshold, I looked at her more closely, excited after a porn look. Shit, tight tights, white sneakers with white socks peeking out... What I saw was accentuated by the smell of street freshness and her perfume. I blinked and noticed that she didn't have a bag.

"Andrew, they didn't sell to me without an ID... Let's go together, okay?"

At times like this, I get up.

Chest foard.

"Come to the kitchen. Just look in the fridge and chop something there, or lie down and rest after work, and I'll go."

As always, a playful argument began, in which she safely gave up, undressed and went to the kitchen. On the contrary, I was hastily dressed, put on shoes, and was about to leave when she came up and handed me money. Another argument. I'm walking down the stairwell.

Her gorgeous feet in white socks and how she gracefully sticks her foot out of her shoe... are spinning in my head.

A while later, I got to the groceries. I went in. A considerable queue caught my eye. I squeezed my way to the counter, grabbed a bottle of Olmeca, and got in line. The action started in just a minute. Moving closer and closer to the cash register, I realized that panic was building up in me. After a minute of thinking and then showing my ID, I realized... Harsh reality grabbed me by the solar plexus and began to squeeze.

"The laptop," I thought. I just slammed the lid shut. The porn I was watching would resume; worth it for her to open that little asshole... And there's a pause at the part where the guy licks Mistress' ass... But that wasn't even the worst part. In the background of the video was a folder called "favourite". There, past all my sexual fantasies, were pictures of Isabella's legs, cut from Instagram... I didn't remember how I paid and took the change, and I was racing home. Turn, turn, turn, long road, entrance, fucking keys in my pocket with change... stairwell, I ran to the 4th floor, it seemed in an instant, opened the door, entered, hastily undressed, ran into the room...

Isabella was lying on the bed beside the laptop, staring at the plasma. The laptop was closed.

"Olmeca!" Exclaimed Isabella. "Did you buy the lime?"

"I have some in the fridge," I answered, breathing heavily.

She held her gaze on me with a smile.

"You unloaded the car while you went to get tequila? You're fast!" Her sly eyes looked up at me.

"She saw the whole thing," I thought; I could tell by her eyes, though she always has that look...

"I was just..." I began, not yet thinking of what to say.

Isabella jumped off the bed, snatched the bottle from me, and went to the kitchen.

"Are you coming?"

I obediently waddled after her, not knowing what to do next.

In the kitchen, we sliced limes, poured tequila into shot glasses, put everything on a tray, and dragged it into the room.

We turned on Hancock on the plasma and chatted about this and that for a few hours while drinking tequila. Soon, I scored a hookah, smoked it and went to the bathroom to pee. Once, I noticed that Isabella's sneakers were standing near the toilet. Strange... Why aren't they on the doorstep? Not owning myself, I picked up one of the sneakers and began to greedily inhale air from it, quickly kicking my cock. Despite the intoxication, the wave of arousal surged instantly, and it was so strong that I decided I was going to cum.

Deeply inhaling the smell of Isabella's legs, I trembled and spurted a load of cum into the bathroom. Damn, I noticed I wanted more; the arousal wasn't going anywhere at all... That fucking magic of her legs... But the delay might have been suspicious, so I put on my sneakers, tucked in my cock, wet my face with water (like washing my face), and went to Isabella.

"What took you so long?"

"I washed my face."

She repeated mysteriously, "Ah, I washed my face. Oh, I forgot about the sneakers. I took them to the bathroom to scrub the stain, and... okay, I'll scrub it later. You'll have to go to the toilet many times before then." She smiled again.

I was a little shaken. There's a reason she's saying all this with that smile... Shame. I'm so screwed. You can't do three things in this life: eat sushi without soy sauce, buy offline games in Steam, and expose your fetishes in front of a friend... I stood there, ashamed, and wanted to say, "Please don't tell anyone," but I wasn't convinced. It was raining outside the window.

"Sit down; why are you standing there?"

I sat down, and we continued drinking.

The evening slowly turned to night. Naturally, when Isabella said: "Shit, I won't be able to catch the bus..." I offered to stay at my place. In a one-room apartment. With only one sofa. We used to fall asleep like this, not to have sex, but for the same reason as now, so this situation was normal. We ran out of tequila. We turned on another movie, after which Isabella said:

"Andrew, I won't fall asleep like this... At work all day on my feet... Will you give me a foot massage? Not long, at least a couple minutes?" She looked at me pleadingly... I hesitated; there was no more doubt I was dead...

Isabella powerfully covered her eyes, stretched her legs, and put them on my chest. I instinctively inhaled deeply to catch their scent, but I didn't."

"Please, closer," I thought, looking at the perfect feet, highlighted by the white colour of her socks.

Isabella smiled contentedly.

"I hope they don't smell? I'll probably go wash them..." and looked at me questioningly with a cheeky raised eyebrow.

"Don't do that," was all I could say. A volcano rose from my stomach to my chest, and I began to shake...

"Do you like the smell of my feet?"

I remained silent, ashamed to say yes and inappropriate to say no. Instead of words, I tremblingly took one foot in my hands and kneaded it. Isabella watched me do it, but she wasn't looking at the process but at my face. Feeling her gaze on me, I lifted mine. Our eyes met, and I felt so embarrassed that I immediately lowered my head again, burning with shame. Isabella laughed softly. That laughter only confirmed that she thought I was in her power.

It was my face that gave me away. Every muscle was so excited that I couldn't hold back my emotions. My eyes closed with pleasure, and my breathing quickened. I was lying on my back, Isabella too, putting a large pillow under my shoulder blades. We were opposite each other.

"What's wrong with your face?" She asked, moving a little closer.

"I don't know..." even my voice was failing me.

As if unintentionally, Isabella slowly brought her foot closer to my face.

"I'm inquisitive; what are you thinking about right now? Just your face. Whoa, Andrew, what is that?"

I looked where she was looking, and I thought I would faint for a moment. My dick was standing up, tugging off my robe...

I was sweating like I'd been running for two hours. I was terrified.

"I'm sorry, Isabella, it's the tequila. It was the tequila. I... I think I'm gonna go to bed." I turned away from her to the edge of the couch and silently squeezed out the word "fuck... fuck."

There was about a minute of awkward silence, after which I heard her voice:

"If you want, you can kiss my feet..."

"Isabella, I'm just drunk..."

"You have a few seconds to dare. We both know what you want right now! I can take off my socks if they're in the way."

Shish! It's like in all those femdom feet stories, but it finally comes true. I turned around and ran my face into her feet, greedily inhaling the divine scent. I kissed her toes and heels and rubbed my cheeks against the soles of her feet. Isabella, watching me do it, said:

"You resisted for a long time. (Ex-girlfriend's name) was right; it's a turn-on."

I didn't listen to her; there was no room in my head for other thoughts except those about her feet. I was, to put it simply, literally swimming in them. But then I stopped abruptly, raised my head slightly and looked at Isabella:

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"No, Andrew, calm down, we're friends, even though you're a pervert."

"Not only about that. Please don't tell me about what you saw on the laptop, too..."

Isabella looked at me, and I looked at her. After a few seconds, she reached for the laptop beside her. I realized. She hadn't seen anything.

I stood up to take the laptop away from her, but she stopped me and said:

"Either I'm looking at your porn while you enjoy my legs, or I'm leaving in a cab, take your pick..."

"Isabella, let me show you myself."

"A cab?"

I've been on the edge, so desire gave way to the instinct of self-preservation...

"Yeah, I said."

"What have you got there? Okay, here's the deal... This night, while you smell and kiss my feet, you can caress yourself from below, you can cum, and tomorrow morning we'll try to make something from your collection!"

After these words, she took off her sock and put her foot with her fingers on my lips. She pressed lightly, and I gave in and opened my mouth. With the other foot in the sock, she placed the other foot on my nose. That summed it up. I closed my eyes, realizing I had dug such a hole from which I would not get out and unzipped my fly...

And so the time passed. Isabella was delving into my fantasies, and I, feeling like I was in paradise, forgot about everything and caressed her legs and jerked off.

"Would you like me to do to you everything you see in porn?" she asked.

"Yes..."

"What is... femdom ass liker?.. But a boy is licking a girl's ass, right, well... between the... you know, there."

I didn't say anything.

"Would you like that?"

"Yeah."

"So if I told you to lick my ass, you'd do it because you like it?"

"Yes..."

Isabella smiled.

"Interesting. Hey, uh, listen, uh, right here. She spits in his mouth, I don't want to spit in your mouth, is that okay? "

"Nothing."

Isabella slowly, her hand shoved mine off my cock and, taking it in the palm of her hand, began to help me, continuing to watch the video as if nothing was happening. That was the last straw.

"Andrew, she makes him call her his Mistress. Does it turn out that I am your Mistress now?"

"Yes," between silent moans, I answered.

"And you are my slave?"

"Yes!"

"In one video, the name... slave femdom story... a girlfriend fucked a slave with a strapon. Can I do that to you, too?"

I didn't say anything. I downloaded this video for another scene, not for strapon...

"Can't I hear you, slave?" She sped up the motion with her hand, squeezing my cock a little harder and leaned that socked foot tightly against my nose. I was instantly shaken.

"Yes!" I blurted out, feeling myself start to cum!

"Yes, what? I can fuck you with a strapon? Would you like that?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Oh, I'm so into this sex story! The first spurts fell on my stomach. I began to lick the toes of her foot in my mouth more intensely and inhaled the scent of that socked foot deeper and more often. I had never experienced such an orgasm in my life, even though my ex and I had done the same thing.

This whole story about femdom between me and Isabella really turns me so crazy. Emotions played a role in this situation. Spontaneity. Isabella did all this not at my request, which turned me on. I began to twitch in convulsions, and she looked at me and smiled. When I was done squirming, she removed her legs and wiped her hand on the sheet. I waddled to the bathroom and washed the cum off my belly. After the orgasm, I was so embarrassed that I was afraid to leave the bathroom, but when I came out, I saw Isabella getting dressed...

"Don't worry," she said, "I'll be there in the morning, just one thing."

I'll pick you up, and in the meantime, think about your behaviour; now we'll see each other more often.

A little later, a cab came, and Isabella went home after puzzling me with the phrase: "I also have some fantasies in the role of the bottom". After these words, I relaxed and was able to breathe fully. Closing my eyes to sleep, I thought that this unforgettable night was the beginning of a particular sexual relationship in which dreams would come true...

The morning of the next day had already turned into afternoon. The clock read forty-five minutes past two when I opened my eyes. A pack of crazy thoughts instantly broke into my sober head, which I couldn't hide from under my pillow.

Yesterday, I had licked and sniffed Isabella's feet... Mad with desire, I showed her my porno... I agreed to a strapon. We were drunk enough to make trouble but not enough to forget about it in the morning. That's a shame. I thought about blaming it on the alcohol, but what she saw on my videos... Shit.

Crushed, I walked to the kitchen and took a drink of water. When I returned to the couch, I noticed something on the nightstand. Isabella left me her socks yesterday. Yes, I was upset. Yes, I was afraid of the consequences. Yes, I thought about changing my SIM card, but when I saw her white socks a minute later, I was jerking my cock off, rubbing Isabella's socks into my nose. "What the hell is that smell?" I thought... it wasn't tasty, it wasn't sweet, it wasn't fresh, but it was so pleasant that I was getting unimaginable pleasure, like a smoker smoking his first cigarette in the morning. Her playful eyes recalled a holographic image against the wall. "If you want, you can kiss my feet..."

A couple more strokes and I would have cum, but suddenly the phone rang. Taking my hand off my cock, I reached for my cell phone. It was Isabella. Wanting to cease to exist, I picked up the phone to find out what she thought of me and what would happen next.

"Hello..." I answered in a sleepy voice.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Yes, I do."

"Did you like kissing my feet?"

The question stumped me. What to answer? "Come on, you idiotic pervert idiot brain, think about why you're so bright when it comes to stupid jokes..."

"Loved it..." my mouth worked fast.

"I'll be there in about 20 minutes with a surprise." When I heard what I wanted, Isabella continued, "Right now, go to the bathroom and wash up! Don't get out of there until I get there. Put the keys from the front door under the mat, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Can I get you anything?"

"Suicide kit," I thought, and I said into the phone, "No, I'm good."

After we finished talking, I slowly put the phone down and lowered my eyes. With a heavy sigh, I got up, walked naked with my keys to the stairwell and hid them where Isabella had said.

With a detached look, I crossed the side of the bathroom, turned on the water for myself and began to lather up. I had shaved only yesterday, but today, I shaved again everywhere I could, even the back. The warm water calmed me down; I even set a record in Temple Run on my cell phone. A little while later, I realized. Isabella wants to be my Mistress!

She doesn't blackmail me; she doesn't stop communicating. She called me like she said she would yesterday, even if not in the morning.

After these thoughts came other thoughts. Naughty ones. "Isabella is my Mistress; this is a story of what I could only dream of!" I reached for the pipsqueak again and began to slowly pleasure myself. I lay there for a few minutes when I heard the front door open. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened, and Isabella entered. "God, she's spectacular", I immediately thought, saying hello.

She smiled at me and asked:

"When do we start then?"

A little stunned, I realized that for the newly-minted Mistress, it's all new.

"Whenever you want, Isabella."

"Then right now! Get up, dry off and come over here."

It was much easier to shine in front of Isabella with a naked penis when I was drunk. Still, I got under control, stood before her, and began wiping myself from the moisture.

When I was done, she said, "Good, now get on your knees before me!" Isabella raised her chin imperiously. It was not easy for her, sober as well, to get into character. I knelt down in front of her.

Isabella smiled, her eyes gazing at me mesmerized. I couldn't believe this was happening, and she didn't seem to either.

"Get my sneakers off!"

I bent down and began to untie the laces on her left foot. When I started on the second sneaker, Isabella asked:

"Did you ever think you'd kneel before me taking orders?"

"No..." I sneered as I pulled off her shoes; I thought about it constantly, several times a day.

Afterwards, she ordered me to kiss her feet. I eagerly began kissing.

Quickly besieging me, Isabella sent me to the bedroom. My cock had already managed to get up and was now dangling in front of me like a sausage in front of a donkey, or whatever the story was... I lay down on the bed. Mistress changed my position. I was now lying on my back in a starfish position.

"Binding position," I thought, and I was right. Isabella pulled out the ropes and carefully tied each of my limbs to the appropriate foot of the bed. Then she stopped and smirked and asked:

"I used to leave my socks on the nightstand, and now they're on the couch... Did you smell them?"

"Yes..."

The expression on her face could not be conveyed in words. She was simultaneously pleased with herself, glad that her plan had worked. In her gaze, she was relieved that her hunch from yesterday had come true and childishly eager to open the sealed gift at last. It is evident that she still couldn't believe that I, her friend, her friend's ex-boyfriend, was lying in front of her, bound and naked in total submission.

When done, Isabella reached into her purse and pulled a strapon and lube. She responded to my surprised look with words:

"You promised!" she continued, putting the toys beside me. Now I'm interested in something else."

Isabella removed her T-shirt and leggings, leaving her in a bra and white panties with blue bunnies. Then, she turned playfully to face me, held her gaze for a second, and removed everything else.

I gawked as if I'd seen something supernatural, though it was true. "This body could either be a dream or a gift from the heavens, given to me by the gods for good behaviour." I'd only ever seen such a thing in high-end porn. Ordinary domestic dominants get a little fat somewhere. Somewhere, they hide a few folds from the camera. Some of them have a big toe bump on their foot, which (this is my personal observation) is often seen in women with strong-willed, stern cheekbones. But it was Isabella in front of me! And if I'd been offered someone else to play her, anyone else, even Alba, I would have said no. Those are the only words to describe how perfect she was. A muse. An inspiration.

The subduing scent of Jean Baptiste Grenouille (from the movie Perfumeur) Eden, a dream... It all abstractly mixed in my head, forming a single salad I could confidently call love. Huh, that's right! I was in love! This very second. Tied to the bed and watching as Isabella, wholly undressed, approached me, I froze and realized I was about to experience what drug addicts experience when they inject a dose. I was convinced euphoria was meant for everyone in a single instance...

Her naked body touched mine. Isabella sat on my chest, and I felt her warmth. I thought she was going to sit on my face. I wanted it to happen, but instead, she slid lower, and my cock was inside her, overcoming the slight resistance. I wiggled my pelvis, giving in to the passion. "What on earth are you doing," I thought. It's not always the girl who notices when, unlike the usual lustful gaze, she is looked at as the most precious thing in life... А... I mean, I almost came in the first few seconds.

And my Mistress, arching her back in a spectacular way, began to slide (not gallop) her pelvis along my thighs back and forth. She brought her lips close to mine and dug into them. I tried to hug her, but the ropes wouldn't let me. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity, making unthinkable efforts not to cum. The time dragged on for a long time because I was in terrible agony, holding myself back from a control shot. Having enjoyed me from below, Isabella slapped me on the cheek, bringing me back to reality with one fingernail. And, taking the back of my head with both hands, sat down sharply on my face. I reached for my tongue, but it was no use. My Mistress was already rubbing my face fiercely into her crotch, making escalating sounds. I realized that she had started cumming while still on my cock.

"Yes!" she sighed loudly, almost screaming, "Yes!"

Isabella closed her thighs around my head, pressed my ears tightly together, and fell back on my stomach, pushing my head between her legs and cumming brightly, wriggling and shuddering.

I, feeling her orgasm as my own, almost cum without contact, actively licking her labia. After a minute, the girl rolled onto her side of my body and, laughing for some reason, picked up her socks and pushed them into my mouth. Then, she picked up her recently removed panties. After not long trying on the side, she put them on my face. I stopped seeing what was happening. It was only when her thin hand, full of intimate lubricant, reached for my ass I knew what was coming.

"Have you ever had anything like this in your ass?" She asked, sliding the first finger inside me.

"No," I answered, not feeling any discomfort.

"How innocent we are," Isabella whispered as she inserted the second finger. There was so much lubricant that I didn't feel any pain even now. Three fingers made me hot, but Isabella took hold of my cock and began to caress it slowly. After a minute, I felt my anus expand under the pressure of the strapon. I've watched those femdom strapon porn videos but have never thought that I would experience this once myself.

"Does it hurt?" Isabella asked, inserting it about five centimetres in.

"No," And it didn't hurt me. Combined with the bouquet of feelings I was getting from inhaling her panties and running my tongue over her socks in my mouth, with her silky palm on my cock, I even liked the strapon.

"Well..." Isabella pushed the strapon deeper, took my panties off my face, pulled my socks out of my mouth and sat on my face, facing my feet: "lick my ass!"

I got my tongue out and started licking my Mistress hole. Meanwhile, Isabella, leaning over a little, was jerking my cock with one hand and inserting the strapon into me with the other. I was on the verge. I had never thought that I would have lived such a crazy story: I, as a slave, licking the ass of my Mistress and also my friend, oral high, anal high, plus her jerking me off; what could be better? It was then that Isabella leaned in harder and took my cock in her mouth...

I've already described those and those feelings in too much detail... But I didn't have time to savour these ones... No longer in control of myself, I warned her:

"I'm going to cum so hard!" After I said that, Isabella pushed the strapon to its full size, grabbed me with one hand by the back of my head and pressed me hard against my anal hole, at the same time, at the same time she put her throat on my cock. I began to cum violently right down Isabella's throat. The strapon added spice to the sensations, and the rest of my senses, entirely focused on getting a high from faceting, sent a piquant signal to my nervous system, which, combined with the abundant orgasm from the deep blowjob, took me far beyond my body for a second.

I twitched like a rock guitarist on stage. I was shrinking in convulsions, moaning, cumming and cumming into Isabella; she had long been able to take my cock out of her mouth, but apparently respecting my orgasm, took every drop of my cum into herself while actively working with her tongue.

Soon, I, almost in tears from the buzz, stopped thrusting. My cock collapsed in Isabella's mouth, and she spit it out, jumped off my face, and pulled out the strapon. I still remained tied up while she went to the bathroom. Then, when she came back and untied me, we went to score a hookah. We were silent for a long time, occasionally glancing at each other, and then we went to the balcony with hookah and tea and smoked there for a while. After a while, we decided to sleep a little.

We hugged each other completely naked, lay on the couch and slept until evening. I woke up to the fact Isabella was playing with my erect cock, kissing and sucking it. When I moved, the angel lying next to me looked me in the eye:

"Your turn!"

I, in my sleep, not entirely understanding what was going on, hoarsely interrogated her:

"My turn for what?"

"Stand up!"

I slowly got up from the bed to the floor.

Isabella picked up the ropes that tied me to the legs of the couch and looked innocently into my eyes, coming closer... Then, she knelt down in front of me and lowered her head obediently, holding out the ropes to me:

"It's your turn to do whatever you want with me..."

This is my story of how I experienced one of the best sex in my life: even if my foot fetish was forced by my friend, I still enjoyed my role in this gentle femdom story and definitely wanna try other things with Isabella. Maybe I should also put this whole foot fetish story on Reddit?