The Choice

My commiseration and expressed outrage at his treatment seemed to embolden him to confess that he had always considered himself socially inept, and though he had always revered women in general, the circumstances underlying his divorce had fortified his self opinion that he had little to bring to the table to ever interest any in real life. To assuage his loneliness he had turned to the growing world of the internet where over a great deal of time he became aware and realized that he was developing a keen interest and attraction to the concept of female domination. He read about it extensively and delved into its many hues on the web, and after long internal debate and contemplation this night's visit to the club was his first foray into its real world. If he only knew.

I was frankly amazed that he was being so open and forthcoming. Maybe it was because I was clearly offering a sympathetic ear, and maybe also because he was enjoying the massaging of my feet, which I had to admit was heavenly. But even he seemed to sense that he might have gone out a bit too far, particularly with someone who actually wasn't a stranger. He made a sudden conversational pivot, smiled sheepishly, and began to ask me about myself.

I had no desire to go anywhere near his depth of personal disclosure but I did feel that I owed him at least something in return. So I started by telling him of my own growing up in the Midwest and how close and caring my family was and is, and how much I enjoy being with them often, both here and there. I went on to describe my intense inner need to achieve and succeed in my chosen profession and went on at length about the paucity of opportunities for that where I had lived and how I had then made the decision to move east to the city, where I finally found my path, climbing up the pyramid, with the pinnacle as my ultimate goal.

I forced myself to stop. What was I doing, describing my career aspirations with someone who was currently my business superior but who at some point may well be my professional rival, something I didn't think either one of us would like but I had to regard as a potential danger. It was time to bring the discussion back to where I wanted it to be.

"So Mr Post, this has indeed been very nice and I have enjoyed it immensely, but now that we've gotten to know each other a little better I'd like to ask again ... just what is it that you were looking for here tonight?"

His face became blank and remained so for many silent moments before I could see defeat and surrender enter his eyes.

"I don't know." he finally replied, and I could feel that he viewed his venture here, and maybe even himself, as a complete failure. It certainly appeared that this night's sad adventure was coming to an end. For both of us.

"What about you Miss Kelly? What is it that you want most?"

I was startled. I had not anticipated nor expected this. And I found it difficult to believe that it was something that he really wanted to know.

"No, Mr Post. That is something I rarely discuss with anyone." Best to put him off quickly. "The few that have heard even a small part in the past wasted little time in taking off for the hills." I grimaced just a bit at the memories. "And I doubt you would be very much interested anyway."

"But I truly am." he responded fervently.

I looked at him more closely. He really did seem sincere. Maybe it was because he had exposed himself so freely to me. Maybe it was because his fingers were still performing such sublime magic on my feet. Or maybe it was because I wanted someone finally to know all of it ... the whole me. I had little doubt that doing so would end up badly, just as it had every other time when I had even partially revealed the real me. But for some reason, it just seemed right to now fully do so, with this person, here this night, even if it was never going to go beyond his knowing.

I spied this untouched full glass of wine on the side table between our chairs, his hands having been put to far more productive use the entire time. I picked up the glass. "May I?" I asked. He nodded and I took a large gulp to satisfy the butterflies now furiously flapping their wings in my stomach. I took another sip, followed by a breath, and forged forward

"I want it all Mr Post" I slowly proclaimed. "I want someone who will give up his entire being for me. Whose primary purpose in life will be to see to my every want, my every need, and my every desire, and be obedient to my every whim."

I took another sip to further gather my thoughts.

"But I don't want some servile wimp. I want a man, a strong man, a man whom everyone else would want, or want to be. A man who will conquer his part of the world for me and then, though only he and I will know it, will lay it and himself at my feet for my use."

I leaned back in my chair and smiled at my desires.

"A man strong enough to sate my voracious sexual appetites while surrendering his own sexuality to me totally, to only be used whenever, however, and if ever I so deem." I paused with a bit of a determined frown before continuing. "And this will not be enforced by some artificial mechanical contrivance, but instead he will demonstrate his ongoing devotion with a firm and upright physical manifestation of his continual desire, which he will never allow to come to culmination or climax without my explicit leave. Such strength in all things will make his all encompassing submission a value beyond calculation, and worthy of my possession."

I became fully caught up in my vision.

"Such service will not be without it rewards of course. I could never allow harm or unwarranted to come to one that I own. The one whom I choose, and there will only ever be one, will know that I care unreservedly. I will be as committed to him as he is to me. We will fit together perfectly, a top and a bottom, to form a whole that neither of us will ever allow to be broken. OH!!!!!"

I was brought out of my almost trance like reverie and back into focus on the man sitting across from me by his now almost death like grip on my soles. Upon my short exclamation he quickly dropped his hands from my feet.

"You do give quite the vigorous foot rub Mr Post." I observed gently.

"I'm so sorry ..." he stammered in horror.

"Oh don't be." I sought to reassure him. "I think you've taken care of every knot and ache that my feet have ever had. They've never felt ... so refreshed."

I smiled widely but had an urgent need to know his thoughts. "So Mr Post, you are now the first to ever hear the whole of my grand exposition. Quite a tall order, don't you think? And one that I suspect virtually everyone would think is ridiculous and impossible." I had to make it clear without any question however as my smile faded. "But I will never give up the search. And I will never settle."

His silence hit hard, more than even laughter would have. I had to turn the tables back onto to safer terrain.

"And I really think that after all of that you owe me at least one last attempt. What is it that YOU most dearly want Mr Post?" I probed more sternly. I was more than ready to pounce on any further uncertain denial.

He bowed his head and then looked up at me directly.

"My wish is far more humble than yours Miss Kelly." he began. "What I want more that anything in the world is that you find, fulfill, and live your dream."

I certainly wasn't expecting that. Just what was he trying to say?

"But that is about me and my dream." I pointed out, more than a bit perplexed. "And it would also imply that someone else shares it."

"I know"

Was he serious? I took off my glasses as if they were somehow preventing me from really seeing him. And I stared at him long and hard, practically daring him to break away his gaze. But he didn't, and I suddenly felt compelled to take it another step.

"Ask me, Ray." I quietly challenged. "Get down on your knees, kiss my foot, and ask me."

He didn't hesitate. Still holding both of my feet he rose slightly off his chair, then went down on his knees before me. He put my left foot carefully onto the floor and continued to hold my right one in his hand. He bent forward and brought his lips softly down to the top of it.

"Please Miss Kelly" he began.

"Miss Lara, Ray." I corrected, to better reflect this possible new dynamic.

He kissed my foot again.

"Please Miss Lara ..." He paused for only a moment.

"Let me be the one to see to your every want, your every need, and your every desire."

He took a breath, as I held mine.

"Let me conquer the world for you and lay it, and myself, at your feet to use however you will."

Another beat, and I risked a short inhalation as he then continued.

"Let me be the one to fulfill your dream, and any other dream you may ever have."

I couldn't help a brief exhale.

He brought my foot up.

"Please Miss Lara ..."

And kissed my big toe.

"... accept me ..."

And my second toe.

"... take me ..."

And my third.

"... use me ..."

And my fourth.

"... own me ..."

And then in a voice barely above a whisper, which I wasn't sure he wanted me to hear, after he kissed my little toe and hung his head down.

"... love me ..."

I internally flinched. My mind became a torrent of swirling thoughts and emotions, pulling me in wildly disparate directions as I peered down at him on his knees with his head bowed. I desperately needed time to bring myself together. To understand.

"Put my shoes and socks back on, Ray."

He did so, carefully but far too quickly. I had to say something. But what?

"I cannot accept, Ray"

I could see him visibly sag. I had to say more. To explain. He deserved that, if not more.

"After one chance encounter I cannot know whether this is all just fantasy for you or reality." I intoned gently before proceeding on more implacably. "And for me it is, and has to be very, very real."

I closed my eyes and stood up abruptly.

"I'm going to go home now. Suddenly the fantasy in this place no longer interests me tonight."

I opened my eyes and walked past him and away.

After three steps I forced myself to stop and turned around to look back at him. He remained on his knees appearing devastated and lost. My heart lurched. As if by no will of my own the words came out.

"Of course, if you want to try to prove to me that you're real, you'll get up and follow me."

With that I turned back around and continued to walk away.

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I strode briskly through the exit of the club, down the long side street to the lot where my car was parked. I never once looked back but was acutely aware that he was there, always remaining two steps behind. When I arrived at my car I stopped at the passenger side, turned, and without a word handed him my keys. He opened the door for me and I got in. He went around to the driver's side and then entered himself. I told him the suburban town where I lived. He acknowledged that he knew how to get there. We started on our way. I had to wonder where exactly we were headed.

We rode in silence. I occasionally glanced his way but he kept his eyes carefully on the road. Was he having second thoughts? I certainly was. I had judged him to be in his late forties, a good ten to fifteen years older than me at 33. But it was not the age difference that mattered in any way to me. It was about our potential unique relationship and the embrace of it. I wasn't interested in any casual dalliance, kinky or otherwise. Did he even know, did he understand, what he had offered me. He was so new at all of this, and had even confessed multiple times that he didn't really know what it was that he was looking for. Except, perhaps, in his last, barely whispered words.

I pondered this for a moment more and then immediately put it out of my mind. It was way beyond where we were. I began to worry about the possible consequences of my uncharacteristic impulsive action, and the very high likelihood of it all going wrong. This would not be a simple parting of the ways, never to see each other again. We would still have to have our every day work day association. On the superficial level on which I knew him there I had always liked and respected him, and I realized now that I very much hoped that he felt the same about me. How well would that survive the probable failure of this night. We would just have to make every effort to make sure that it did, as I now also realized that I had come to like and respect him even more, and not just superficially.

As we crossed the border into my village I directed him to my condominium complex and then to my reserved parking space near my front door. These were the first words spoken since we started the trip. After he hustled around to open the passenger door for me I got out and he placed the keys in my outstretched hand. I opened my front door and he followed me in.

I immediately felt a surge of pride in my home and how it represented everything I had accomplished so far since striking out on my own and coming East. And I had a sudden inescapable urge to take him through and show him all of it. I led him slowly to and through every room, watching him with as much nonchalance as I could feign until we circled back to the living room.

"So what do you think of my place, Ray?" I asked, unable to completely suppress a touch of anxious anticipation of his answer.

"It's immaculate." he breathed, almost as if in awe.

I couldn't hide my delight. "Immaculate, I like that." Back to being stern. "As much as a control freak that I am, I'm also a cleanliness one as well. If I pursue this beyond tonight, I'll expect you to keep it so."

"It will always be my resolve to exceed your expectations, Miss Lara."

I couldn't tap down the playful laugh that bubbled up. "Exceed my expectations. I like that even better. If we continue on," Had I really just implied that? "that will be my new expectation, that you always continue to exceed them. Of course that will continue to go on and on, won't it. You've set quite a rising bar to stay above, Ray. I think it might amuse me greatly watching you attempt to do so." Best that he understand now the impossible mountain he would have to climb.

"I will always give every bit of myself to try, Miss Lara."

I had to smile again. He was certainly doing his best to meet at least the verbal challenge. "Yes, well, that's what tonight is all about, isn't it. You trying."

I walked over to my sofa and sat down, while he remained standing. It was time, if we were to proceed, to begin to establish our proper roles in their proper form.

"I really liked the way you kissed my foot at the club, Ray. But my other foot felt terribly neglected. I think that the first thing you should try to do now is to make amends."

I raised my left foot up and pointed it at him. He quickly approached and went down on his knees before me, then carefully removed my running shoe and sock from my offered foot and while still cupping it in his hands brought his face down to delicately kiss the top of it just before my toes. He then brushed his lips backwards to my ankle, around to my heel lifting up my foot to further kiss my sole and arch. As he did so he began to run the tip of his tongue along the length until he reached the bottoms of my toes, licking each one in turn, and sending tingles up throughout me.

"I like to have my toes sucked, Ray. Long and lovingly." I encouraged, being swept up in the moment. He took my big toe into his mouth and circled his tongue entirely around it, very gently at first, then more firmly before actively beginning to suck on it, swirling his tongue faster and faster and moving his head back and forth as if actually fellating it. He went on to do the same with each of my toes and by the time he reached my middle one I was fully enmeshed, luxuriating in the sensations he was producing, my head thrown back as I thought I might actually be purring. As he finally reached and lavished his full attention on my little toe I knew that I wanted more. I reluctantly pulled my toe from his mouth and raised my right foot up.

"That was very enjoyable Ray, but I think that my other foot is feeling quite neglected now."

As he commenced his oral veneration of my new offered foot I felt compelled to comment. "You are really quite good at worshiping feet, Ray."

"Only your feet, Miss Lara." he murmured with conviction.

I offered up a throaty laugh.

"I think that if I decide to go further with you," which was becoming more enticing every minute, "I might like to make this a daily ritual." which would be oh so delicious. "While your primary purpose would still be directed to my total care, we might have you pay special attention to all things pertaining to my feet." I continued. "I get full spa treatment and pedicures twice a week and it costs me a pretty penny. I believe that with proper training you could do an even a better job, and save me a small fortune. And I could even have it done more frequently then too." I further mused. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Ray?"

"Absolutely, Miss Lara." He answered fervently between my toes.

"I thought so." I acknowledged.

Despite my growing excitement I now felt the need though to at least lay down some of the law.

"These would not be your only duties of course. I know that we both work very hard at our jobs, so your week night chores would probably have to be limited to making dinner and cleaning up afterwards. Your major housework would have to be done on weekends. Who knows," I thought I might add, "with time and experience you might become efficient and proficient enough that I might be able to grant you a few hours of free time for yourself on some Sundays." I was on a roll now. "Speaking of our jobs Ray, I know that workplace relationships are frowned upon in the company, but I think if I move forward with this I doubt that we'd be able to keep our connection a secret for long. And I wouldn't want to. I would want people to know that we're together." Another concern occurred to me as he continued laving my toes. "But I also think it would mean that as much as I might enjoy doing so, we couldn't work together on any projects any more. I intend to rise into the hierarchy of the firm on my OWN merits, without any perceived bias, or actual assistance from you." I stated unequivocally. "Is that understood, Ray?" I added firmly.

"Yes, Miss Lara." he promised without question.

"Good. I wanted to make that clear, just in case."

I settled back to continue to enjoy the ongoing exquisite ministrations of his tongue but I suddenly had to make one final point. "And don't think that I wouldn't be working just as hard here. It will take a lot of time and effort on my part to intensely train you to meet all of my exact specifications."

Having said that I knew that any further laws would have to wait. The flame that had been lit by his lips was now a fire suffusing inside throughout me, especially heated in one special area. I had not really intended during our evening here to go in this direction, but I was now too far gone. I needed, even if it turned out to be just this one time and this night only, to discover what more this man had to offer. Once again, as before, I pulled my foot from his mouth.

"I may be a very strict taskmistress," I began, "but it will never be all work and no play."

I stood up. "Follow me." I did not ask, but ordered him this time as I marched away into my bedroom as he hastened behind. I sat on the end of my bed, leaving him to stand uncertainly in the middle of the room. After a long minute I proceeded.

"Take off your clothes, Ray"

Face beet red he sheepishly obeyed and before too long he stood before me starkly. I could tell by his posture that he was mortified with embarrassment, not only by his nudity, but probably more so with wondering if I was finding him unappealing. He needn't have worried. He had a not unpleasant physique, if a little paunchy around the middle, but with some supervised work that could be dealt with. I slowly surveyed him from head to foot, paying extra attention to his goods below the waist. His manhood, which I had noted even through his clothes to be fully engorged through much of our time together so far, initially stood straight out in front of him, but began to wilt under my continued scrutiny, no doubt in fear that I thought him inadequate. While he would never star in any porno flicks, size itself was never much of a matter to me. Far more important was devoted service and dedicated attention to my exclusive pleasure, and he was more than ample enough for those purposes. I raised my legs straight in front of me.