Roped In

A sly smile blossomed on Stephanie's face, satisfied with his answer and she got up, while facing him, then sat down on his crotch, setting her feet on each side of Alexander's head.

"You know? Since I am your Princess and you are my servant, it would only make sense that you treat me properly, right?" she asked, just as always, staring him directly in the eyes, while slowly tapping the sole of one of her feet on his lips.

(Ah, of course she is one of those, I should have known. She is not just impish, she is straight up dominant. I had girls that would play hard to get and this seemed very much like it.) But while Alex's mind would think of these associations, his eyes would engorge her beautiful, rich breasts, her thin waist and her angelic face. She could feel his desire and enamourment, both in his eyes and in his dick, so without waiting for anything else, she adopted a cocky smile and pushed her foot right into his mouth.

"Woops! Forgot about those." she said, while pulling out her panties with her toes.

"There we go." she continued, leaving them aside and then pushing her entire foot down Alexander's mouth again. The difference between them was noticeable. He was tall and well-built, while she was dainty and delicate. As a consequence, all of her five toes had plenty of room in his mouth, with her being able to also shove a part of her toe mounds in there, as well.

"Mmmm, what a warm, soft sock you are for my foot" she said, relishing the moment, laying on her elbows, head laid back, eyes closed, with his dick throbbing beneath her.

Alex, partly intoxicated, partly driven by lust, gave up on whatever worries or concerns he had and, led by his cock, was now greedily slurping away at her toes.

"Auch, easy, you animal, it hurts!" she said, pulling out her foot, only to lightly kick him over the face with it. "Be careful with those teeth!" she instructed, filling his mouth again with her perky toes.

He suddenly realized that this was more about her enjoyment, than his (obvious as it should have been) and started thinking about how he could facilitate a pleasant experience for her, even more so since he was at her mercy. He closed his eyes, and focused on his task. He could feel her toes jammed inside his mouth, reaching almost at the back of his throat, with her big toe resting in the pocket of his right cheek, separated by his teeth from the rest, which were lying on his tongue. She would lazily graze them over the soft surface of his wet gustatory organ and he could feel a small roughness at the bottom of each of her toes, probably from the pressure they had to support daily. He wanted to caress those parts with his tongue, but suddenly remembered about his teeth, so once again he tried to focus on mapping the interior of his mouth, along with the precise location of each part of her foot.

With everything being mushed together inside, he didn't realize at first how his lower teeth were lightly pressing against her sole, while his upper ones were almost biting down on her foot. He quickly regained control of his jaw muscles and put in some effort to forcefully extend his gaping mouth, in order to not bite her anymore. However, big as he may have been, her foot was large enough to pack his mouth full so this effort was not an easily sustainable one. He thought of a strategy that would allow him to relax his aching muscles, so he decided to envelop his upper set of teeth in his lip, biting down on it and using it as a cushion to soften the impact that her foot would have felt, while pulling out his tongue, extending it outside of his mouth, beneath and along her sole, in order to keep it as a buffer between his lower teeth and her.

Blocking most of his teeth from directly reaching her skin, he could now relax his jaw muscles only to discover that, by extending his tongue as much as he did, he was involuntarily pushing her foot further down his mouth, almost making it touch the back of his throat. And while she would carelessly play with her toes on his tongue, she would every now and then also lightly scrape his palate with her toe nails, causing him a very uncomfortable gagging sensation. But the entire episode was way too exciting and interesting for him to stop, so he did his best to suppress the instinct, so that she could enjoy herself at his expense.

Alexander was not the first boytoy Stephanie had. She loved breaking or using men however she deemed fit. She found it easier and easier to do it with time, the more experience and skills she gained at pushing them. Letting her sweaty toes soak into the mouth of a stranger was one of her ways of doing just that. Debasing and treating others as expandable objects felt...right to her. Of course, she would always enjoy this activity without remorse, but above all, it felt to her that this was how things should have actually been. And the more men she subdued to her wicked desires, the more this thought got cemented into her mind. Whatever willing men there were out there, they were for her to take advantage of. If it wouldn't have been this way, she couldn't have done all the things she did to every bastard that bent to her will.

By now she was pretty aware of what her victims felt or went through, since she had so many, and found exquisite pleasure in reacting to the personality of each. Those that would oppose her, would offer her great satisfaction when they would finally break down. Those that willingly submitted to her allowed her to experiment with whatever unhinged desires or ideas she had, without restraint. But those like Alexander, that neither rebelled, nor debased themselves obsessively, were her favorite ones. No one is truly balanced, when you look profoundly at the way they live, the things they do and the choices they make everyday, but those keeping a neutral, natural approach to things were the closest she saw to what a balanced individual might have been. People that have a certain level of control over their lives, people that could amount to something. It was those "well-functioning" men that she found great pleasure in using. Taking someone who seems to live a normal life, who has a certain status in society, someone with no apparent obsessions and turning him into her pet, her property, she was always getting wet at the thought of twisting people's lives like that. Rendering their entire existences to expandable instruments meant only for fulfilling her whims. It made her feel powerful.

As one may imagine, such games always had to run their course, since regular human beings need to perform a lot of other tasks in order to survive. From means to make money, to socializing, to personal hobbies, to living a normal life. Rebelling or willing, she could never keep pets for too long. They would either get tired of it or they would prove to be completely unsuitable for her to retain. Not to mention the realistic aspect of keeping another human being as your pet. It involves several risks, investments and, just like with any other pet, a certain level of sacrifice. She never wanted to turn this into a chore or a tiring responsibility, she just wanted to have fun. So her plan for the night was to play around with Alex for as much as she could and then turn him loose.

Because some of her first pets reacted quite aggressively, once set free, she learned to adapt her games (as much as she disliked it) to whatever reactions her victims would have. She didn't care about their discomfort or rebellion, as long as they weren't brutally smashing against their restraints for dear life, in a desperate attempt to escape. When they would reach that level of terror, she would stop having fun. She wanted them to willingly subdue themselves to her torments, she wasn't a psychopath. She was just a bit sadistic <3 And needless to say, she would never take them to her home. Neither did she do it now, but it was an easy excuse for cuffing him up and testing his reaction, when putting the panties she wore all day over his face.

Having people easily subdue themselves to whatever she could think of, just because she asked them to was a major turn on for Stephanie. So, at the moment, while partly aware of Alexander's discomfort, she would continue grazing her toes over his tongue, despite it, every now and then catching it between them and releasing it in order to once again scrape at it. Sensing his subtle twitches, whenever she would scrape his palate was a constant stream of pleasure for her. It couldn't have been comfortable at all. She loved that he was putting up with it without complaints. She also appreciated his effort of enveloping his teeth and using his tongue as a sole mat for her.

As she was thinking all of this while studying his nice facial features, he would constantly try, with his eyes closed, to match and rub the sole of her toes with his tongue, in order to soften her almost-rough patches. Her toes felt so tender and delicate in his mouth. He would ever so often have to fight gagging, but it was not a constant sensation, recurrent as it was still. Having her foot shoved down his mouth was also preventing him from swallowing, so a lot of his saliva would end up as drool outside of his mouth and down his chin or her leg. Soon enough she picked up on this and took out her foot, wiping it firstly on his face and then onto his hair, knowing it to be a much better towel substitute than skin. She loved smearing his face first, though, as another humiliating test for seeing what he would put up with.

Alex was reveling in his new-found bliss, completely at the mercy of this beautiful stranger, completely out of control, completely out of...choice.

(Finally! I never felt so alive, so light, so...free. So careless and so blissful.) He wouldn't waste any time analyzing the nature of his emotions or the depraved situation he was being put through. The gratification he would receive by being used and abused by such a beautiful creature was a high he has been looking for a very long time. Should he have processed the entire context this event was happening in, he would have realized that the natural remedy to his predicament was any sort of bondage, physical or psychological, any situation where he would no longer lead, decide or push. One where he would simply follow, fulfill and let go. Let go of all that he wanted, of all that he thought, of everything that ailed or excited him. A situation that, in all honesty, he wasn't put through in a very long time.

The contrast between most of his life and this experience was staggering and the emotional effect it had on him surpassed any rational balancing his mind could have tried to create. But his rational side was just as tired of the effort it had to sustain, as he was, so completely unabated and undivided, he accepted Stephanie as a decider of his fate, be it only if just for tonight.

"Did you enjoy my foot?" she asked, smiling at him.

He took a few seconds to reply, gathering himself from the overwhelming blissful state he was in.

"It was incredible!" he replied, looking happily at her.

Somehow, she seemed disappointed with his answer. The way she was looking at him made him realize instinctively what she was expecting, so he quickly continued:

"Thank you, Princess!"

"Good slave!" she purred, while placing her other foot over his face.

More than willing, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue over her sole, which he then started licking vigorously. This made Stephanie chuckle with contentment as she started trying to catch his tongue between her toes. He wouldn't try to avoid it and, the moment she would catch it, he would let it limp, for her to do with as she pleased. She would rub it between her toes, squeezing it every now and then, before letting it go only to catch it again between another two of her toes.

Once bored with her game, she slapped him with the back of her foot, then brought it back to his mouth and ordered:

"Lick!"

And lick he did, although he could only reach her sole, being tied up as he was. Stephanie took out her phone and stopped paying attention to her feet cleaner. He dutifully continued debasing himself at the sole of her foot, initially eagerly and vigorously for about five or ten minutes, after which he switched to a more thorough, slower rate of licking, trying to reach her heel, in order to be able to lick all the way up to her toes. He would also make sure to stop and swallow whenever necessary, surprised at how much he enjoyed the salty taste of her sweat.

Still sitting directly over his crotch, Stephanie was exerting considerable pressure on his dick, making every single throb and pulse lead him closer to a new type of orgasm that he had never experienced before. It didn't take him long to shoot his shot, which of course she felt and recognised for what it was. She chose sitting there on purpose, having done so many times in the past. It was yet another one of her humiliating tests, one that was showing her the true nature of the victim that she had reeled in that day. Not all were cumming at this point. Some never would during the entire night. She knew, however, how to enjoy everyone's predicaments. The ones that did, though, were the ones that she knew she could really play with. Those that not only put up with her demeaning treatment, but actually longed for it.

"Alright, sockmouth, so you really enjoy licking my feet, don't you? You know I wore heels the entire day, right? I am anything but clean. But you don't seem to mind, do you?" she concluded, smiling condescendingly at him.

He was looking at her with a mixture of emotions showing on his face, from shock, to satisfaction, to desire and euphoria. She smiled cruelly at him, while shoving her foot down his mouth, for him to lick and suck on, just as he did with her other one.

While having just orgasmed, Alex's perspective shifted slightly regarding how turned on he still was by licking her feet, but the way she mercilessly forced him to re-apply the same treatment once more, regardless of what he felt or wanted, made him feel that strange tingling sensation again, which slowly led him to yet another boner.

Stephanie returned absently to her phone, this time grazing her toes over his tongue much less often, unlike earlier. This had no effect on Alex's dedication who, although less driven than before, found a new kind of motivation in the dehumanizing way he was supposed to keep warming her foot with his mouth, despite aching or getting tired. This type of abuse which he was never put through before was madly fueling his hard-on, despite the growing number of minutes she would ignore him, as he worked tirelessly on her foot. Once she decided that he paid enough attention to her toes, she shoved her heel into his mouth and laid back.

Without having to be told, he started rubbing his tongue all over her callous surface, applying lots of saliva, while involving his lips in the softening process as well. Truth was, he would often have to repurpose his lips as buffering cushions between his teeth and her skin, but due to the sucking and slurping motions he was going through, he was having intermittent occasions where he could use his lips, as well, for caressing the sole of her foot.

After a considerable amount of time, Stephanie switched her heels, letting her other one soak and seep into Alexander's mouth. Although getting more and more tired, with his lips hurting from the constant pressure that the weight of her foot would apply against his teeth and with his muscles aching, he gave his best in licking and softening her sole as much as he could. His performance was not as efficient as his first one, especially since he did not have any experience or resilience for such tasks, but he was trying to make up for it through willpower and perseverance.

In the end, it couldn't have been more than one hour, an hour full of bliss, of effort and of a weird, new kind of gratification.

"I think we're done here, pup!" she said, taking her foot out of his tired, aching mouth.

One of his lips actually got perforated by his teeth, due to the weight of her foot having pressed against it and it was now bleeding softly down his throat. She couldn't see this however, but should she have realized it, she wouldn't have cared. Not for him, anyways, as it would have caused her a great deal of pleasure to know this.

She got off the bed and left for the bathroom. Shortly after, she returned in the dress he met her in and seemed to be getting ready to head out.

"What is happening?" he asked, distressed.

"I'm leaving." she said, smiling, while grabbing her panties from next to his head, before heading for the door to put her high heels on.

"What? But for how long? Are you going to leave me all tied up in your home?!"

"No, silly," she replied, chuckling, "did you really think I would have brought you to my place? We just met. This is a hotel room, a maid will eventually find you and set you free." she concluded, winking at him.

He looked at her betrayed.

"Oh, what did you expect, pup? I blindfolded you with the panties I wore all day and led you handcuffed to an unknown location. What did you think would happen? That I would suck you off and fuck your brains out?" she asked, bursting into laughter. "You must really learn how to read the signs, you know? They are out there."

"So...what now?" he asked. "Will I ever see you again?" he asked, already longing for what she had just made him feel.

A canny smile appeared on Stephanie's face, as she stopped putting her shoes on. Approaching him, she looked down at him and said:

"That depends on what you are willing to do."

"Anything!" he blurted out sincerely.

"Hmpf!" she scoffed in disbelief, while looking away. Raising her one socked foot that she did not put her shoe on yet over his face and resting it over his mouth, nose and eyes, she told him:

"I only bring here men that look well-off enough to afford paying for the night. I am not renting rooms for giving you the pleasure of licking my feet. You must cover the costs." she informed him coldly.

He couldn't help himself and had to ask.

"But what if I refused? I mean, I want to, I do, it is done! -but what would have happened if I never would have stopped you from leaving me in the first place?"

She burst into an enchanting, yet boisterous laughter and only after laughing wholeheartedly for a few seconds she was able to stop, in order to tell him:

"Think, mouth-washer! YOU would have paid for it, either way. I wouldn't have checked out and you would have been forced to do it, when you left." she explained with a candid smile on her face.

"Yeah, right, you're right." he said, looking down embarrassedly, realizing his omission.

"Don't you worry, Alex, I know it is hard to think with all that blood absent from your brain." she said, chuckling, while pointing at the bulge in his pants. Calling him by his name was definitely a first.

"Why are you leaving, Stephanie? When will I see you again?" he asked nervously.

"Don't worry, I will let you know. You're a fool for not having a pin or password on your phone, you know that? I got your number, I'll tell you when I want to have my feet licked clean again." she ended, heading for the door.

Just before she would get out, Alex said:

"Wait! Why did you dress in that incredible lingerie set, if you weren't about to fuck me?"

"Oh, puppy!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes amused. "To tease you, of course!" she concluded looking him straight in the eye and with that, she was out the door. <3