mech1nomics
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"Today is a beautiful day to walk on your face. I expect foot worship and whatever else I ask for when I see you...let's see how good of a foot slave u will be today. If u object I will restrict you from touching My feet, licking My sweaty soles and caressing My heels with your tongue until I feel like allowing u the privilege again. I plan on breaking you to My every wish and desire. A good foot slave realizes his Queen's worth so during the session I expect you to express how much you love being My property. You will not be allowed to make suggestions as to how I punish you or how you should please Me. The only words you should speak are in homage to My wonderful being. All punishments shall occur when I feel necessary, this will show u how real this is. Any disrespect or rude attitude towards your Queen will result in punishment. Punishment may include slapping you in the face with heels, feet, hand, etc. Ball torture, corporal punishment and restrictions. you are to remain on the floor at all time for sessions. Eye contact will be non existent unless I want you to look at me so I can examine your reactions otherwise your eyes will exclusively be restricted to My feet. Again failure to execute any of My commands will result in strict punishment." As I read those words I couldn't help the excitement that came over me; yet confusion soon followed. We met on a beautiful spring evening a few weeks ago while both waiting on an airport shuttle. It was cheaper than a cab and not as lonely. I was ready to get home and collapse. After spending 36 of the last 72 hours on a plane you would be ready to fall out as well. She said she was from Maryland, but was in Chicago on business for a few days. I asked what industry she was in and without breaking a sweat she said the adult entertainment business. I smirked a bit and while trying not to be so obvious glanced her way to totally check her out. She was a beautiful ebony tone, light brown hair. She stood somewhere from about 5'4-5'6, I couldn't really tell because of the awesome heels she had on. I'm not sure if she caught me staring at her french tipped toes and I almost didn't care. What's that little smirk all about she asked breaking the trance I was in. "Huh" I said already sure she had seen me, "Just a little jetlag I suppose". She replied with a suuuuuure and we both just laughed. The shuttle bus pulled up and I didnt even notice. She went to pick up her suitcase and I beat her to it. "And chiverous" she said. I let out a funny laugh wondering if she had a real mental checklist or was just screwing around with me. The ride to the hotel went along without me embarrassing myself anymore. I didnt want to seem as if I was putting her on the spot so mentioning her industry as conversation was out of the question. "So what do you think of what I do"? She blurted. I almost choked on my saliva which made her laugh. At that moment I learned something about her -She was very forthright and straight forward. Well I started, it really doesnt matter to me what you do, but what is it? She just sat back in her seat turned to me smiled and said 'Ill show you. The conversation just ended there. I indeed had a hard on because lets just be honest, in front of me is a drop dead gorgeous ebony goddess who was an open adult entertainer. I thought about those words all the way to the hotel. As we entered the hotel my mind was still running and I couldnt believe it. I was gonna have awesome sex with a porn star. I mean what else could it have been with her saying she would show me rather then tell me. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet for dinner later that evening. I made it to my room and crashed. It had been days since I could remember having a good nights sleep. It seemed like I slept forever and was awakened by a familiar ring tone. I looked at the phone and it was the beauty from this morning. Attempting to put on my smooth voice i answered the phone. She laughed at my obivious attempt at smooth. I was wondering what time we were going to meet. I looked at my watch and realized I had been sleeping for awhile and replied how long does it take you to get dressed. She laughed at me again and asked, "does it really matter youre going to wait anyway"...."just like a good boy"
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So I was looking down at my crotch and didnt see the top of your head!...ok sure Ill take one step down this ladder but being on top is so fun!..think this is random then you should hear me speak!
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