"Open your fucking mouth!" the sensually cruel Mistress Persephone demanded, shoving Her precious toes deep into my gaping mouth. "Lick them clean, it's punishment time," She ordered, alternating between slapping my face and forcing Her sexy feet deep down my throat. My cheeks stung from Her leather gloves, adding to the intense sensations as I orally worshipped Her sweet toes and ankles.
Outside, the sounds of late evening traffic were barely audible, while inside I was seated across from a drop-dead gorgeous woman who was attired in a dramatic leather dress, vintage stockings and garter belt. Persephone had both legs raised up, resting Her nylon-clad feet on my shoulders when She wasn't force-feeding them to me. I was wearing only a black G-string with the initial P stitched in purple in front, and Mistress Persephone was torturing my cock with Her sharp 2" talons while subjecting me to lascivious foot submission. How did I find myself in this wonderfully perverse scene, licking and sucking on the pretty feet of a professional dominatrix in an elegantly furnished room in New York City's premier BDSM dungeon?
LUST AT FIRST SIGHT
I first learned about Mistress Persephone in a Leg Sex magazine profile last October in which the legendary dominatrix of the leg community described Her leg and footwear fetishes. Persephone revealed how certain slaves enjoyed worshipping Her by tasting, kissing, and massaging Her feet and how She enjoyed having Her legs licked and stroked. She also pointed out that the nerve endings in Her feet were exquisitely sensitive. For the Leg Goddess Persephone, having Her toes licked like a piece of candy, with a warm and silky tongue slipped between the toe cleavage, could be an orgasmic ecstasy.
I was overcome with lust after reading this, and the photos were outrageous, especially of the Leg Goddess using Her feet to masturbate Her slave. Subsequently, a recurring theme of my nocturnal visions was of gorgeous Persephone slipping a nylon over my slave cock and masturbating me to a blinding orgasm.
The pictorial also displayed Mistress Persephone's exotic shoe and boot collection that lined the wall of Her apartment. It thrilled me to no end since I love high heels and spiked shoes. I could only imagine servicing this incredible Goddess since we lived a continent apart, but on a whim I contacted Her, and to my surprise Mistress Persephone agreed to meet me during Her stay in NYC.
The first session I ever had with the self-styled Goddess of the Fetish Underworld was an extended pedicure session. It was a thrill being allowed to massage and pamper Persephone's feet, and when I finished painting Her lovely peds She let me kiss and suck on Her toes before kicking me out the door of Her hotel. Since then I had a few other sessions "in the flesh" and served Persephone via email.
Every month I sent a token of stockings to show garterboy's keen interest in his Mistresses gorgeous legs and purchased several fetish videos of Her to sate my lust. Nothing could replace the real thing though, so it was a fetish dream come true when Mistress Persephone relocated to New York City this summer—now garterboy could serve Her in person!
PUT TO THE TEST
It was during a scorching summer afternoon back in late August when the events leading up to this particular erotic evening first began. While reading a fetish magazine an advertisement caught my eye: "A Grand Fetish Event Celebrating and Honoring Feet of the Goddess" read the copy. Immediately garterboy's interest rose. As a submissive with many fetishes, I am always looking for new and innovative ways to please the imaginative and beautiful Dominatrix Mistress Persephone. Reading about the Romance of The Foot fetish event at Club Hellfire, I knew that it would be a special opportunity to please Persephone and gratify some of my kinky urges as well. The festivities were to be hosted by the Baroness and Madame Maya and promised an evening devoted to foot kissing and toe sucking—just what garterboy tasted for!
When I asked Mistress Persephone if I could escort Her to the event, She issued me a challenge first to prove my worthiness: I had to spit shine Her extensive collection of spiked heels and leather boots using just my tongue. Only if She could see Herself in the reflection would Mistress Persephone agree to the special session. Persephone can be a taskmistress at times, but I welcomed the chance to prove my loyalty and devotion.
Now I was dared to perform for the Fetish Queen so that I could attend the Club Hellfire event with Her. Two days later I was on my hands and knees in Mistress Persephone's closet, shining a black patent 6" court pump with my tongue and getting more and more aroused as the leather glistened from my polishing. My Mistress would be back soon to check my work soon, and I did not want to disappoint Her. Her sexy boots were already shiny as a mirror, and now I was concentrating on Her sandals and spiked heels. There was a decadent array of styles and materials: ankle-straps, 6" d'Orsays, platforms, skyscraper heels and pencil-thin spikes, with patent, sequins, suede, and snakeskin, all of which were eventually moistened by my lips.
Surrounded by Persephone's costumes of corsets, PVC wear, lingerie, girdles, latex dresses, leather, and silk, and breathing in the dazzling smell of Her shoes and nylons I was incredibly aroused, and I had a difficult time restraining myself from jacking off. There would be hell to pay if I shirked my duties, though, so I concentrated on the shoes. My tongue and lips were sore from all the licking, but it was well worth the effort. I was intent on pleasing Persephone and attending the fetish event, so I ignored the swelling in my crotch and kept shining.
I finished the last pair of skyscraper heels just as I heard the front door open. Mistress Persephone came into the room and announced, "Slave, I'm home, and those shoes and boots had better be sparkling, otherwise I'm going to spank your ass with one of them."
Bowing before Persephone, I showed Her my handiwork. I lifted shoe after shoe up to Her face so She could check Her lovely reflection. Finally, after seeing Herself mirrored in the last pair Persephone remarked, "Slave, you've done a fine job shining, and you may escort Me to the Romance of The Foot event tomorrow evening. Now I command you to go home and give that tongue a rest because I'm going to put it to good use."
With that Persephone pushed me out of Her apartment, and I made my way home to prepare for the event. Secretly I wished She had spanked my ass anyway since I was so stimulated from being in Her closet. It was a privilege to lick Her boots, though, and I was ecstatic that She found my work satisfactory. I anticipated a debauched session with the Hellcat in High Heels and hoped that I would be rewarded for my efforts.
DRESSED TO THRILL
The following evening when I knocked on the door to Mistress Persephone's apartment I was carrying the special gifts I had for my Mistress and the black patent train kit that contained pedicure tools. Dressed only in a silk robe, Persephone showed me in and ordered me on the floor to kiss and smell Her feet.
As a prelude to dressing Her I was to give Persephone a perverted pedicure. Kneeling in front of Her, I took one foot into my hand to begin the special treatment while the teasing Goddess put Her other foot in my lap and poked, squeezed, and prodded my growing erection. I buffed and painted Her lovely feet and completed my work by dusting them with Kama Sutra honey dust, which gave Persephone's glowing skin an even greater shine and fragrance.
Then I assisted Mistress Persephone in getting ready for the event. She had chosen both a dress and undergarments that garterboy had presented Her as tokens previously, making me swell with pride. First, I helped Persephone shimmy into a vintage black girdle with matching pointy bra. Then garterboy got a big thrill by sliding antique seamed stockings up Her lovely legs. Attaching the garters I was at the point of cumming, it was so exciting. Nest, I laced Persephone into a floor-length lace back black leather dress. It was a perfect fit, and She looked poured into the leather. The plunging neckline showed off Her amazing breasts, while the high slit flashed Her sexy thighs and garters.
With Her long jet-black hair Mistress Persephone was a vision of beauty, and I kneeled to offer her the gift that would complete the outfit. She opened the wrapped box to find a pair of black 6" spiked-heel open-toed platforms. "Why, garterboy, you've chosen well, so now you can help Me put these on." Down on the floor again I eased Her nylon-clad feet into the fetish shoes, inhaling the fresh leather, and nylon. She pressed down on my crotch with the sharp heel of the new shoes, driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
"On the bed, garterboy, now we get to play." With that, Mistress Persephone tied me to the bed and covered my body from head to toe with all of Her footwear, the fragrant leather and patent touching my arms, legs, head and chest. When She was finished I was hidden under all the layers of shoes and boots. Persephone ordered me to remain still until She finished applying all Her makeup. For the next several minutes I reveled in the shoes and boots pressing against my body, until Mistress Persephone instructed me to get up and put all of them away. Finally we left the apartment, and Persephone promised me a special treat later that evening if I performed well.
CLUB HELLFIRE
The Romance of The Foot fetish event was every bit as exciting as advertised. Mistress Persephone garnered lots of attention from all the submissive foot lovers there and several times had both Her feet attended to by two slaves at once. I spent much of the time as a human footstool for Persephone, and She enjoyed grinding Her heels into my back and poking my butt with Her spikes.
During the event there was a contest for the highest pair of heels as well as a show with several dominants modeling their beautiful footwear. Later a few submissives were auctioned off for use as benches. The highlight of the show came during the 'parade of shoes.' In honor of the Goddesses, all of the submissives formed a human carpet, and then the Baroness and Madame Maya led a procession of the high-heeled beauties over our bare bodies. My skin tingled all over, especially when Mistress Persephone lingered to tower over me with Her new pumps.
FOOT JOY AT ARENA/BLAZE
When the event was over Mistress Persephone and I headed to Arena/Blaze to continue the erotic entertainment. When the elevator opened at the designated floor Persephone told me to get on my knees, crawl into the Byzantine room and wait for Her. On all fours, I made my way to the elegantly decorated room. The room was decorated in high fashion, with a blood-red leather couch, opulent furnishings, and decadent bondage equipment. The cold hard wooden floor was the only thing I felt as I remained kneeling, waiting for my Mistress. In a few minutes She strode into the room, a vision of loveliness as Her heel tips clicked against the hard surface.
"Now, garterboy, it's time for you to show me how much you really worship me. I'm tired and I feel like walking all over you, so lay down on the floor." With that, I supplicated myself on the cold surface so the cruel Dominatrix could trample me. She stood on my chest with both feet and began to walk all over my naked body, pressing Her sharp heels into my flesh. Persephone cruelly laughed as She stomped up and down on my chest and used the pointy heel of Her pumps to tease my swollen dick through the thin fabric of my G-string. Up and down She rubbed the leather, and it began to glisten from the pre-cum that oozed from my penis.
""Damn it, garterboy, now you'll have to repolish my shoes since you've getting them all sticky." With that my Mistress directed me to the punishment pit in the center of the room, where I had to kneel down in a cramped position.
The evil Dominatrix was getting pure pleasure out of my discomfort, as she put Her shoe up against my lips and commanded, "Shine them, slave, you're just a shoe licker. Good and shiny, and don't miss a spot." After a few minutes of worshipping Her footwear with my lips and tongue, Persephone forced the pointy toe into my mouth. She smiled mischievously and obviously enjoyed pressing Her beautiful shoes deep into my mouth. Switching feet, She told me to concentrate on Her toe cleavage. "Get that tongue deep between the leather and toes, shoeboy, worship the feet of your Goddess."
I jammed my tongue into the soft crevice, tasting leather and nylon and kissing the cleavage. Wedging my nose between Her nyloned heel and the shoe sole I inhaled deeply. My cock strained mightily, as all this foot play was highly arousing. After some minutes of this attention, Persephone slid the heel of the shoe into my mouth. "Suck My heel, garterboy, suck it deep down your throat. Make it all wet and shiny."
After a lengthy heel sucking session Persephone finally relented. She walked over to the red leather sofa, crossed Her legs, and let the slit of Her skirt open so that Her stocking tops and garters were exposed.
"Wouldn't you like to touch them, garterboy? Not tonight, I'm afraid it's my feet that need attention." Persephone knew my weak spots, so She dangled Her pumps and snapped Her garters to tantalize me more.
"Bring a chair over here and sit in front of Me, you've got work to do slave." I climbed out of the pit and situated myself across from Persephone. "Prove your devotion to your Goddess!" Mistress Persephone demanded, "Start by taking My shoes off."
Sitting in front of the luscious Dominatrix, She raised both Her legs to my chest, grinding the heels into my chest. I slowly eased both shoes off Her, and Persephone was well aware of the tantalizing allure of Her pretty feet in the seamed stockings. I started to massage the Goddesses instep, gradually using harder pressure to work all the stress out of the balls of Her feet, ankles, and toes. The fragrant nylons and soft skin all combined to excite me to no end. "Kiss My feet, show me how submissive you really are, slave."
Persephone was relying on the erotic power of Her feet to dominate me completely, and so I nibbled and munched on Her pretty ankles and arches, stroking the nylons and paying homage to the Foot Queen.
"Now I want you to show Me how well you can shrimp My toes." Her toes shined like glittering red jewels, and I started to suck them, pulling each one deep into my mouth and applying pressure to the bright red toenails. I nursed on the digits as if they were plump nipples, applying heavy-duty suction. I fellated each toe with my warm mouth, and my cheeks caved in with the in and out action. Succumbing to Mistress Persephone's intoxicating beauty I was in pure bliss as I paid homage to each of Her lovely toes.
"Suck five now, shrimper boy," and with that Mistress Persephone pushed one whole foot straight down my throat, distending my whole face, stretching my lips and stuffing my cheeks. It was uncomfortable even though Her foot was small. The Dominatrix wiggled Her toes in my mouth and bitched at me: "I said suck, slave, don't fuck with Me or I'll choke you!"
Again I was aroused by Her aggressions but didn't care to feel Her complete wrath and so I sucked feverishly, inhaling and applying as much oral force as I could. Slowly my mouth relaxed, until the stretched and stuffed sensation began to turn me on. In the end, I serviced both of Mistress Persephone's lovely feet for quite some time, as She lay back and enjoyed all the exquisite sensation of my oral servitude.
Not until my mouth was swollen and my jaw ached did Persephone finally relent, and I leaned back on the chair to catch my breath. I lit a cigarette for my Mistress, and after a short break She turned to me and said, "Come here, heel pet, lay down, I have a surprise for you." With that She pressed Her feet together and started to jack me off with Her precious feet. She increased the pressure every so often until Her insteps formed a tight nylon trap.
"Don't you dare cum, garterboy, or I'll punish you to no end." She teased me constantly, poking under my sac with Her feet, jiggling my balls and sending me into shivers. The friction of the nylon and Her soft feet drove me insane. The sweet torture went on forever, and then the cruel beauty stopped just before I reached release.
"That's all for tonight, garterboy, and don't pout. Take My shoes home and polish them for our next session." So with the taste of Her shoes and feet in my mouth I walked home in the crisp autumn air, enchanted after the special session with the lascivious and glamorous Mistress Persephone.
