Mistress Orange

Orange nail polish. This is what he remembered about Her. He was kneeling in the doorway of her studio.

He didn't hear her come into the hallway, his heart was racing too fast , the heartbeats pounding in his ears. The palms of his hand were sweating onto his green khaki pants.

He was nervous as all get out. Wouldn't You be if you were about to met the Mistress of your dreams.

They had been talking for a few weeks on the phone.

Her open toed shoes showed off her recently manicured feet. Bright orange toenail polish adorned the perfectly shaped digits.

"You may stand " She said , her voice made him feel like a school boy getting his first crush.

He stood to his full five foot eight inch height. They were eye level now, he kept his back straight but his eyes cast down.

"You may look at me, marcus!" She said.

"Thank You Mistress!" He said.

He gazed into her beautiful green eyes. . She looked into his as well and her long fingers moved up and caressed his chin. Her touch was very light.

"Yes!" She said as she gazed into his hazel eyes.

"I see the passion you spoke of in your eyes!" She said. "I believe we can harass that to make you more confident."

She walked away and crooked a finger at him. He followed Her.

Soon they were in her studio. She stood next to a medical examination table.

"Take off your clothes and put them on the chair." She told him.

He did as he was told. He stood before her and she walked around him.

"Hmm, Hmm!" She kept saying.

"You are quite hairy, aren't you boy?"

"Yes Ma'am!" He said.

"This can be cured rather quickly!" She said as she patted the exam table top.

He sat on the table.

"Lay down boy!" She growled a little.

He lay down on the table and she had him put his legs in the stirrups.

She left him for a moment or two. She came back and he heard something being set on the table next to the bed.

She Velcro'd his legs into the stirrups.

She started applying hot wax to his crotch area. It was warm and it stung a little when it was applied. She let it set for a few moments and then yanked it off.

He bit his lip and some blood flowed from his mouth.

She ripped off another piece of wax. He moaned as the wax ripped off his crotch hairs.

"You did well marcus, very well." Mistress Orange said to him as she released his legs from the stirrups.

"Come!" She said as she walked to the Saint Andrews cross.

When he got to the cross, she had him turn away from her. She cuffed him to the cross.

"Now that I see you can take some mild pain, let's see what your pain threshold is."

She got out her favorite flogger. She let it hit his back lightly as first. Then she increased the speed and hardness.

He leaned his head into the cross and let the tears flow from his eyes. He kept his mouth closed.

It seemed like it was an hour but it was just a few moments.

She released him from the cross and let him sit down to rest for a few moments. She applied a special salve to his welted back.

After she determined that he was rested enough she went and sat in her favorite chair.

She slipped out of her shoes and told him to crawl to her.

He did as he was told; he crawled on the hard wood floor the oak wood hard on his knees.

"Since you did so well today my sweet boy, I am going to allow you to worship my feet.

She wiggled her sexy toes at him.

He started to lick the soles of her feet and then slowly work up to her big toe.

He licked it lick like Popsicle. Long slow licks with his tongue.

Than taking her big toe into his mouth and sucking on it. He then kissing and licking her other toes as well.

She was amazed how talented his mouth was. Over and over he took great care to worship her feet.

Finally after worshipping all ten digits she commanded him to stop.

He looked up with some sadness in his eyes.

"No pet you did very well, don't worry."

"On Your next visit, if you do as well as this time, you will get to worship my feet again.

He smiled at her

"Thank You Mistress Orange." He said.

"Most welcome, now you may get dressed, and I have another appointment coming in twenty minutes.

He dressed and asked permission to leave.

She walked him to the door and kissed his cheek,

He walked from the studio feeling like a brand new man.

Over the next few weeks, Mistress Orange tamed the passion in her new pet's soul.

He became more confident; his life had more of a purpose now

He owed it all to Mistress Orange.