When Two Mistresses Meet

She was feeling a little nervous as she arrived. Mistress Heather, as she was known in the D/s community, was still a rather young girl of 23. She had been a practicing Domme for a little over 3 years, however most of those experiences were in the confines of a few of her college relationships. It had only been for the last 9 months that the blond haired Domme had sought more professional experiences with true sub girls.

Now here she was arriving at this mansion for her first ever slave auction. Tired of just temporary experiences with different subs, Heather was convinced she was ready to acquire her first full-time slave. She had heard about this auction from one of her Domme friends who she had rented a few subs from on occasion. She had called and spoken to the host, Mistress Kimberly, and quickly decided to register as a Domme buyer for the auction.

Despite her confidence that she was ready for this, the excitement now had her feeling a bit anxious as she was led into the mansion's ball room. Here she was greeted by Mistress Kimberly, who Heather recognized quickly by her voice.

"Welcome Mistress Heather, I'm so glad you decided to register and attend. It's always an exciting time when a new Domme joins one of our auctions," Mistress Kimberly said, shaking Heather's hand warmly, smiling. Kimberly was already in a Domme outfit that exhibited a portrait of fierce confidence. Seeing Kimberly in a pair of black leather boots that went up to just below her knees, a tight leather skirt and a black corset, Heather suddenly felt inappropriately dressed in her jeans and normal looking blouse.

As if reading her mind, Kimberly smiled reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, you'll have time to change in your room before the Inspection Time tonight. Most Mistresses arrive just as you are at first."

"Oh good," laughed Heather with relief. "Thank you very much for accepting my registration. I've really been excited about this ever since hearing it."

"I bet. I've been told that you've never owned a full-time slave, is that correct?" inquired Kimberly. Heather nodded with a smile. "Well good, I can guarantee you will go home tomorrow very happy. Now, here's your room key. You're sharing a room with another Mistress. We've matched you up according to your top 3 preferences that you put on your registration card." Kimberly explained this as she handed Heather the key.

"Thank you," responded Heather. She had been a bit surprised to find out that she'd be sharing a room, but quickly decided this would be a good thing to meet yet another Domme, especially one with similar likes as her.

"You have two hours to relax and get ready before you should arrive at the Main Banquet room for the Inspection. That will be your time to look at all the slaves to be auctioned off tomorrow and decide which ones you want to try and purchase." Mistress Kimberly flashed another big smile at Heather as she shook her hand once more, and then turned to greet another Domme who had arrived.

Heather was instructed by one of the maids where to find her room and that her bag would be in there already. Heather left the ball room and headed for her room. As she walked, she thought back to the registration card she had filled out for the auction a month back. She had been a bit surprised when it asked her to list her top 3 preferences of BDSM things that she liked. The list of options was huge, and she had quickly crossed out some of the more extreme things such as toilet, piercing, and animals, since she was a much more sensual Domme. After some time, she had finally marked down light bondage, strap-ons, and joyfully had marked down her favorite thing of all: foot worship. It was this that excited Heather the most. The feeling of power and arousal it gave her when a sub was worshipping her feet, whether it was tenderly or forced upon them roughly, was intoxicating. Heather absolutely loved it and knew that no matter what girl she got tomorrow, the girl would have to be good at foot worship.

Heather finally arrived at her room and discovered that whoever she was sharing the room with had not arrived yet. The first thing Heather decided to do was change. She wasn't really into a lot of Domme clothing, but she still had some outfits that she felt real confident in. After stripping out of her normal clothes, she slid on her favorite black skirt. Then, she put on a red button-up blouse which she purposely left half-way buttoned so that just the top of her black bra underneath showed. She set out a pair of open-faced heels to wear, shut her bag, tossed it on the side, and then hopped up on the bed to relax a little.

She was sitting up against the headboard with her eyes closed, daydreaming about what the auction might be like when she heard the room door open. Opening her eyes, she saw a brunette Domme walking in, a maid trailing her carrying a bag. Heather swung her legs off the bed, careful to keep her skirt from riding up, and stood to greet her roommate. The maid placed the bag on the bed and quickly shuffled out of the room, locking and shutting the door behind her.

"Hello," Heather greeted her roommate with a smile, "I'm Mistress Heather." Heather extended her hand.

The other Domme paused a moment, examining Heather up and down before finally smiling and shaking Heather's hand. "Mistress Heather huh? So you're the girl."

Heather felt a little confused at this greeting, but didn't show it as she placed her hand back to her side. "Yep, I'm the Domme you're sharing a room with. And your name is?"

"Mistress Kerri" replied Kerri as she smirked and turned to set her bag on the floor. She, Heather noticed, had arrived already dressed for the occasion. Similar to Heather, she didn't have any of the stereotypical Domme wear either. Instead, she wore a red skirt with the exact same type of heels that Heather had already placed out. Like Heather, she also was barelegged, something that Heather could only assume was likely to be a common thing among Dommes who enjoyed foot worship as Heather did. Kerri was wearing a black lace tank top with spaghetti straps. Heather noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Heather assumed that like her, Kerri must enjoy the confidence that came by displaying a picture of sexiness.

"So," Kerri said as she turned back to Heather, "You're the one that kept me from having a room to myself this year."

This time, Heather's confusion was apparent. "I'm sorry...what do you mean I kept you?"

Kerri smirked again. "You see, an average of 30 Dommes attend this every year. Most are regulars that come each year. It just so happens that I've been the only one for the past 5 years that I've come that has emphasized foot worship enough to put it down out of all those preferences. And now...here you are, taking that away from me."

Heather wasn't sure how to react. First, she had been surprised that Kerri had been coming here for 5 years. She looked to be about 26, which meant she had likely started being a Domme even younger than Heather had. Second, Kerri actually sounded upset at Heather, which Heather hadn't been suspecting. "Well," began Heather, "I'm sorry Kerri that happened. But, I don't know how I was supposed to know that would happen."

Kerri stared for a moment, and then her face broke out into the first genuine smile that Heather had felt she had given. "Aww, it's ok Heather. You seem like a nice enough girl, I guess I can handle it. Have a seat, let's talk and get to know each other." Kerri sat on the side of her bed, facing Heather, who in turn, sat on her bed. "So, you like having your feet worshipped huh?"

Heather grinned, "Yea. God I love it. I find it so erotic."

"Hmm...I know what you mean," smiled Kerri. "However, I must say that you don't really look the part of a Domme...let alone one that would be so aroused by foot worship."

This was true, Heather knew, as it wasn't the first time she had heard this comment. Most Dommes stood closer to around Kerri's height, who looked around 5'9. Heather was a very small 5'3. Her legs and feet therefore were rather small, and she had been told by the same Domme friend who told her about this auction that most Dommes who enjoyed foot worship had the longer, slimmer legs with feet to match that Kerri sported. Heather never let this bother her though, since she knew what she enjoyed and never felt like she couldn't Domme at her height, even enjoying Domming sub girls who were as tall as Kerri. Besides, Heather knew she wasn't lacking in size in other areas. She had decent muscles for a girl her height, and she sported a beautiful pair of natural 34c breasts.

So in response to Kerri's comment, Heather simply shrugged. "Yea, I've been told that before. But that's fine, because I know what I enjoy and am plenty confident for being a slightly shorter Domme."

Kerri smiled at this and then let out a small yawn and stretched. "So...tell me...have you tried it yourself?"

"Tried what?" asked Heather, once again a little confused by this response.

"Worshipping a girl's feet of course," Kerri said with a slight giggle.

Heather gave a look, slightly taken aback. "What? No...of course not."

"Hmm...," Kerri now said more thoughtfully, "I thought not. Tell me Heather, how old are you?"

"I'm 23, why? Don't try telling me I'm too young, cuz you can't be older than 27 and you said you've been here for 5 years." Heather now was starting to feel a little defensive, unsure where Kerri was trying to go with these types of questions.

Kerri just smiled, still looking thoughtful. "You're right, I'm only 25. However, when I was a much younger Domme, I had the benefit of being told something very useful that has helped me not only be a better Domme, but helped me enjoy being a Domme all that much more. Want to hear it?"

Heather looked a little doubtful, but said. "Sure."

"Well, my friend, who was an older Domme, told me that a Domme could never fully appreciate the pleasure that a sub can give to her until she understands the mind set of the sub during each of the things that she has a sub do." Kerri said all this with a smile, and then just paused and waited for Heather to process it.

Heather just stared at Kerri, almost not believing what she was hearing. "So you're trying to tell me that if I want to really feel pleasure from having my feet worshipped, I need to experience worshipping a girl's feet just like a sub?"

Kerri nodded, "Yea, now you're getting it."

Heather shook her head, "No way. I would never do that. And I happen to enjoy having my feet worshipped just fine. I don't think it needs any help."

Kerri now smirked once again, as she had earlier when first arriving. "What are you scared of Heather? Afraid that a sub would think less of you if you just worshipped her feet a bit?"

Heather looked at Kerri, still feeling thrown from all this. "I'm not afraid of anything. I just...I just don't see any benefit from doing something like that."

"Oh come on," replied Kerri, "you're telling me that you've never once been curious as to what it feels like? To be on your knees softly licking around another girl's toes, kissing and sucking all over it? I know you've had to been just a bit curious what goes through a sub's mind while she's doing it...how she could possibly enjoy it." Heather just sat there as Kerri paused. She clearly hadn't been prepared for any of this, and Kerri finally smiled at her once again. "I'll tell you what. I know a way you can try it and not worry at all about anything anyone else will think. No one, especially one of your subs will ever have to know."

"What's that?" Heather had asked the question so quickly, it even surprised her. What did it matter, she quickly thought, you're not actually considering this?!

Kerri on the other hand, just stayed smiling at her. "You can worship mine. I mean, I know that might sound like I'm just looking for some action, and I won't deny that I won't enjoy it, but honestly, I'm just looking to help you out. We're alone here, no chance of anyone else witnessing, I don't think you'll ever have another chance like this without risking feeling like you're losing the respect of one of your Domme friends or worse...one of your subs."

Heather looked at Kerri for a moment, shocked, and then shook her head. "No way," she replied. "You're just trying to embarrass me. You want me to do this so you can go out and tell everyone how I'm not a real Domme or shit like that." Heather was becoming annoyed. Kerri was treating her as someone beneath her, and she didn't like it.

"Whoa...relax Heather...I'm sorry," Kerri said as she put her hands up in a relax motion. "I'm sorry I caught you off guard. I don't mean to disrespect you. I just think I can help you is all."

Heather just looked at her skeptically. She hadn't expected anything like this. She had hoped to have conversations with other Dommes and even learn from them, but this was not what she had in mind. What Kerri was talking about was way beyond anything she was prepared for, and it didn't sound normal.

Kerri stared back at Heather the entire time, a gentle smile on her face. "You don't trust me, do you Heather?" she asked.

"Well...I don't know you," responded Heather softly. She didn't want to offend Kerri, even if she was still unsure that Kerri meant her no offense. "What you're suggesting is quite unusual, and not exactly something that I see myself doing to someone I just met." "Oh, but you could see yourself doing it?" said Kerri quickly.

Heather flushed just a bit at the question, but recovered well and just shrugged. "I guess if one of my Domme friends suggested something similar, and it was just a one time experience to learn from, maybe. I really don't know."

"Well maybe I can help you trust me then," said Kerri.

"How?" asked Heather.

No sooner had she asked when Kerri slipped off the edge of the bed and went to her knees in front of Heather. Heather didn't even have a chance to get over her shock and say anything before Kerri had picked up her right foot and wrapped her mouth right around her big toe. Heather sighed with pleasure as she felt Kerri suck on it. Then Kerri let go and got up, sitting back in her place on the bed.

She had a great big smile on her face when she spoke, "See...now, I just did that, and yet I'm still sitting here a Domme right? Do you respect me any less?"

Heather smiled and shook her head, giggling. "No, of course not." She was starting to see how silly she might have been being.

"Well there you go," said Kerri. "I just think you should experience a full experience of worshipping a girl's feet is all. I might enjoy it, but I'm not doing it to make fun or make you look bad. I just want you to have this opportunity before you buy a full time slave tomorrow."

Heather listened with a lot more ease this time. It did make a little sense what Kerri was saying. Now that she allowed herself to think about it, she definitely was a little curious about what the experience would be like. It definitely wouldn't be something she'd enjoy, because after all, it wasn't her feet that were going to be getting licked and sucked. But, if she could also know what her sub would be feeling while it was happening, wouldn't that intensify the feeling, she wondered?

Kerri demonstrated her perceptiveness again as she broke the silence saying, "You know you'll be able to stop anytime you like. So not like you'd be helpless." Kerri was smiling with such warmth that it managed to relax Heather's nerves some. "It'll just be between us, I swear."

"Umm...well, ok," Heather finally replied.

Kerri grinned widely. "Great," she said. She reached down and quickly removed her shoes. Then she placed her bare feet back down on the floor, looking at Heather and patiently waiting.

Heather watched Kerri removing her shoes, getting a good look at her bare feet. They really were beautiful. Although never bringing herself down to worship a girl's feet before, she always admired other girls' feet, especially when they were well kept like Kerri's. Kerri's toes were painted a pretty bright green, which surprised Heather a bit. Heather didn't mind showing off her girly side with her bright pink painted toes, but didn't expect Kerri to be the same way, after how strict she first appeared.

After a few moments, Heather realized Kerri was waiting for her. She took a deep breath and finally slid off the bed and got on her knees. Her heart was pounding as she stared at Kerri's feet, so close now to her. Slowly, she reached down with her hand towards Kerri's right foot.

"Ah ah," interrupted Kerri. "Don't forget to ask permission slut."

Heather's head snapped up, and she gave Kerri a questioning look of annoyance. "Excuse me?" asked Heather. "I decided I'd do this, but that doesn't mean you're entitled to call me that name."

Kerri frowned a moment before taking a breath, looking a little impatient herself. "Listen Heather," she began, "we're doing this so you can experience what a sub experiences. Well...that includes asking permission, being called dirty names...the whole thing. If you're not willing to let that happen, then this is pretty much pointless."

Heather listened quietly. Again, Kerri was making sense. Heather sighed, finally saying, "Ok, I see your point." Taking a breath, she looked up at Kerri once more, "May I please worship your feet Kerri?"

Kerri reached down and slapped Heather across the face. It wasn't that hard of a slap, but the shock of it was enough to make Heather cry out slightly in a partial scream. Before Heather could speak, Kerri spoke sternly, "How dare you address me improperly you filthy slut! You will address me as Mistress or you can expect to get hit a lot harder and in a much more sensitive place!"

Heather glared up at Kerri, brushing her hand against her cheek. She was furious, and she had a good mind to stand up and tell Kerri to forget the whole thing. But at that moment, Kerri just smirked. Again, it was as if she knew what Heather was thinking, and the smirk was taunting Heather...questioning whether she had the stomach to go through with it or not. At that moment, Heather became determined to show Kerri up. She could take this. And when it was all done, Kerri would see that Heather was serious about becoming the best Domme she could be.

Heather finally broke the silence, "I'm sorry...Mistress. May I please worship your lovely feet Mistress?"

Kerri grinned at Heather, definitely looking pleased. "Of course you may you little slut," she answered. There it was. Heather knew the talk was now over, and the actual time to do the deed had come. She drew up her resolve as she reached down and picked up Kerri's right foot. It actually had a good smell as she drew it up to her face. Heather placed a few kisses along the top of the foot. Kissing from the ankle, all the way to the toes with soft little kisses. She then went back up to the ankle and licked along where she had just kissed. It was pure adrenaline that kept her going as most of her was screaming that this was too strange and wrong. She finished licking across the top. She brought Kerri's toes to her lips, kissing them. Then she opened her mouth to place Kerri's big toe inside.

"Hold it," interrupted Kerri. Heather's head snapped up in confusion. "This...this isn't right."

Heather was confused as she let go of Kerri's foot. "What...what do you mean?" she asked. A small part of her wanted to question if she was doing it wrong, but her self-confidence quickly dismissed that idea. She knew what she was doing had to have been pleasuring for Kerri.

"Well...it's you," Kerri replied. "I mean...what you're doing is great, but you still look like a Domme." Kerri paused for a moment giving Heather a considering look before speaking again, "I think you should get naked."