Mistress Harley's Blog, page 80
December 24, 2014
Slave Erotica: Foot Worship and Service
I was just about to ask for the bill, my coffee drunk, my lunch eaten, when I noticed you sitting two tables away from me. A tall brunette with a severe crop chin-length bob and wire rimmed glasses, wearing a tight black, low cut jumper that screamed cashmere even from the distance and showed off just a promise of the cleavage, your long legs in tight fitting black jeans and just-over-the knee black leather boots with two inch heels and squared, slightly pointy toes.
You must have noticed me glancing nervously, even though I tried to make the looks brief, maybe even saw the scarlet flush of embarrassment creeping from my neck to my cheeks as I couldn't help myself staring at your boots, imagining what your feet might look like.
You smiled, a sly, slightly mocking smile, held my gaze even as I tried to look away or down, I couldn't. Your eyes seemed to say "come over, I know you want to" and without a word, as if led by some telepathic command I got up and approached your table. I perched on the edge of a chair, not sure what to do or say. You smiled again and started to talk, as if trying to put me at ease, and I was grateful to you. We talked weather, then news, then politics. When you dropped your coffee spoon on the floor, you gave me an expectant look and pointed to it, the elegant long fingers with dark blue nails seeming to mock me, knowingly as for reasons that were completely unclear for me at the time, I went down on the floor, on my knees under the table, ready to pick it up for you. I stopped momentarily just as my fingers closed on the spoon, my eyes catching your boots in such an enticing proximity to my face that I had to curb my sudden desire to smell the leather, to kiss, even lick them. My cock stirred and I must have lingered too long, or maybe you simply knew.My reverie is brutally broken by the toe of your boot smashing right into my face and then briefly stuffed into my open mouth. My muffled cry of pain and your soft laugh are simultaneous, i scramble out from underneath the table and hand you your item and sit down like nothing happened.But I can't fool you by my pretense of normality. You laugh, not a loud laugh but a confident and again, slightly mocking one. Amazingly, one of your booted feet is now between my legs, pressing gently onto my crotch and although I hate that it's happening, I can't help my cock getting filling up, getting harder as you push into it, so hard that you are now probably feeling my erection through the sole of your shoe and have a confirmation - if you needed one - that I am, indeed, hopelessly entranced by your feet and your boots, that I do indeed want to be down on my knees, on the floor where I belong, worshipping them.'Oh please... Don't be ridiculous. You are a hooked, sweetie. You can't think of anything else but what it would be like to smell, kiss and lick my feet. You want it so badly, you might as well admit that. Now!'The last word is like a snap of a whip, sudden, unexpected, harsh, even as it's said in the same quiet, conversational tone.'No... I... I'm not... Not like that...''Oh but you are. You are. Your cock is throbbing already. Maybe a wet spot on your nice suit, eh?'The world seems to be closing on me, my mind folding on itself, a haze enveloping me as I struggle, quite unbelieving, within what's happening. I feel dizzy. But you are right and I mumble so under my breath.'Ummm... Yes, I guess so. I do have a bit of a foot thing I suppose. You are very clever to spot it.'You laugh openly again, then smile wider, your boot rubbing my cock maddeningly, pressing harder, hurting, arousing, impossible to ignore, impossible to move away from.'A bit of? Sweetie, I can smell it from a mile away. But you know what? You don't just want to play with my feet. You want to worship them. Adore them. You want to be under them ALL THE FUCKING TIME.'You are leaning towards me as you say that, your voice lower, almost a whisper and yet full of confidence. You KNOW. You know better than I know myself. I can't believe that you are saying these things. I can't believe that I am listening and even as my whole being shudders I feel an irresistible urge to listen to more.'You want me to use you. You want me to humiliate you. To make you do things. Disgusting things that any sane person would never agree to. You want to please me as I feed you from a dog bowl and make you lick my bathroom floor. You want me to cuff you to a cross and whip your balls as your pathetic cock throbs for release you won't be allowed until I say so. You want me to treat you as a pathetic piece of junk not even worthy of having a human name.'I feel that my walls are breaking down. The slow, low, hissing almost cadences of your speech have me hypnotized. I am repelled by your words but I find myself nodding, my eyes fixated on your mouth, drinking it all in.'Admit it, little bitch. Admit it because you know you eventually will,' this is said louder, so loud that people at other tables are starting to look at us. I feel, through my floating dizziness, the need to difuse the situation, to stop this spectacle, and something else too, something that I'm slowly becoming aware of. I want to please you. I want to do what you want. I'll do anything to please you.And so I confirm what you said, my voice barely a whisper.'Yes. I do. I will do anything to please you.'You laugh softly as my heart sinks and my balls ache."Good boy" you say.An inexplicable rush of pleasure courses through me at the sound of your approval despite the fact that I am furious and just want to make you go away.You smile and talk on in the calmest of tones about how you now own me and i am your pet and ill obey everything you say simply because of the power that you hold over me in your foot.
To demonstrate your power, you lean over and slap me across the face and then lean back with a satisfied smirk. I try to say something harsh to you but all that comes out is a hoarse whisper "why?". You chuckle and say "because I wanted to and because you foot boys are just soo easy"
As if to enunciate your point you take your foot from under the table and point it towards me and point to it there is an unrecognizable piece of food stuck to the sole of your boot, "clean it" you command. I gingerly begin picking at the grime after removing the piece of food. "that will do for now" you say laughingly.
I am someone who is usually full of things to say, comments, questions, answers, long winded speeches but you seem to have rendered me incapable of coherent speech. I sit there dumbly with the dirty smashed piece of food. You are grinning from ear to ear and say sensuously "go ahead footboy, eat it. You know you want to being that it was so close to my sexy feet. You know you are a lowly piece of filth thats only deserves such food."I silently, and shamefully put it in my mouth. You then tell me to thank you. I do.You laugh and call for the check. I pay.We leave. I follow you out into the parking lot with my head hung in submission.My whole body language has changed from when I walked in, I stood proud, looked busy, important, mildly irritated and self satisfied. Now, I look meek, submissive, a bit miserable but oddly content.You tell me that I will drive you in my car
and so that is exactly what we do. Once on the road we engage in somewhat normal discussion again, most you asking me personal questions and me trying to answer them as casually as possible while trying to shift conversation elsewhere. All else aside I genuinely do enjoy conversation with you you are intelligent and witty and seem to find me the same. You take off your boots and place your pantyhosecovered legs and feet up on the dashboard, filling the car with the warm, sour, but sensuous stench of your feet.
You put your boots on my lap as i drive intensifying the smell for me. I wrinkle my nose slightly involuntarily. You laugh and say "You know you love it, be a good doggy now smell deeply! breathe in the scent of my dominance!" I breathe in deeply through my nose feeling agitated and irritated again but absolutely intoxicated and humiliated by the smell. You decide to push further "say you love it doggy". i muttered "i love it".
"what do you love?" you tease. I manage a moment of anger and defiance and say "nothing!" you swiftly swing your foot around kick me in the cheek and then place your big toe on my upper lip directly under my nose with your sole resting on one side of my mouth, cheek and chin.
"Now, slave, tell me exactly what it is that you love, how much you love it, and why you love it so much" you order sternly. After a moments hesitation, I said in a quiet bashful voice "I love the smell of your feet, I love it more than i love my mother, I love it because it reminds me of my place in life and of your complete ownership of me, I love it because every breath further ensnares me in your web. You laugh at me and tell me i was born to do this. "Now kiss my foot in apology for disrespecting them" I kiss your foot that is already partially on my mouth and you continue to laugh at me.After we arrived at your house, you had me kneel in the street to put your boots back on.
When we walked in you sat down and had me give you the first foot massage which lasted for well over an hour, It included kissing and sucking on your individual toes, licking out the lint from between your toes, sucking on your heels and kissing all over.
My fingers ached, and my tongue ached and my knees ached but any hesitation was met with swift punishments and admonishments, slaps in the face, kicks in the face or balls were frequent.
After all this, you made me take off my clothes and put them in the backyard, your only explanation was "dogs dont wear clothes in the house"
Then you commanded me to crawl around on the floor in front of her naked with my face pressed to ground and tongue out. you said it was in order to instill in me my place in life and to truly recognize just how much control you have over me and that just the wiggle of your toe and a sly order, i transformed from dominant alpha male into your sniveling submissive wimp.
As i whimpered in pain from the terrible carpet burn and wounded ego, you smiled and said "thats right doggy, suffer for me!""Now bark doggy!" I barked. You laughed. I almost cried.
The rest of the evening consisted of me doing various housework under your orders while alternating between casual conversation between us, merciless beating of me, brutal verbal humiliation with you drilling into me what a worthless wimpy loser i was and forcing me to say equally humiliating things for your amusement and my psychological torture.All this time, throughout this ordeal, despite the pain, humiliation and hard work, i still was getting more and more aroused and slowly every little tiny bit of your approval seemed to give me a twisted rush of pleasure and bizarre sense of accomplishment,this admission to myself seemed to be more frightening than anything else as i was beginning to realize that perhaps you were right and all i am really is just a lowly footslave whose purpose is only to serve and amuse you and that despite my many talents and abilities my true proper place in life is under your feet.
You must have noticed me glancing nervously, even though I tried to make the looks brief, maybe even saw the scarlet flush of embarrassment creeping from my neck to my cheeks as I couldn't help myself staring at your boots, imagining what your feet might look like.
You smiled, a sly, slightly mocking smile, held my gaze even as I tried to look away or down, I couldn't. Your eyes seemed to say "come over, I know you want to" and without a word, as if led by some telepathic command I got up and approached your table. I perched on the edge of a chair, not sure what to do or say. You smiled again and started to talk, as if trying to put me at ease, and I was grateful to you. We talked weather, then news, then politics. When you dropped your coffee spoon on the floor, you gave me an expectant look and pointed to it, the elegant long fingers with dark blue nails seeming to mock me, knowingly as for reasons that were completely unclear for me at the time, I went down on the floor, on my knees under the table, ready to pick it up for you. I stopped momentarily just as my fingers closed on the spoon, my eyes catching your boots in such an enticing proximity to my face that I had to curb my sudden desire to smell the leather, to kiss, even lick them. My cock stirred and I must have lingered too long, or maybe you simply knew.My reverie is brutally broken by the toe of your boot smashing right into my face and then briefly stuffed into my open mouth. My muffled cry of pain and your soft laugh are simultaneous, i scramble out from underneath the table and hand you your item and sit down like nothing happened.But I can't fool you by my pretense of normality. You laugh, not a loud laugh but a confident and again, slightly mocking one. Amazingly, one of your booted feet is now between my legs, pressing gently onto my crotch and although I hate that it's happening, I can't help my cock getting filling up, getting harder as you push into it, so hard that you are now probably feeling my erection through the sole of your shoe and have a confirmation - if you needed one - that I am, indeed, hopelessly entranced by your feet and your boots, that I do indeed want to be down on my knees, on the floor where I belong, worshipping them.'Oh please... Don't be ridiculous. You are a hooked, sweetie. You can't think of anything else but what it would be like to smell, kiss and lick my feet. You want it so badly, you might as well admit that. Now!'The last word is like a snap of a whip, sudden, unexpected, harsh, even as it's said in the same quiet, conversational tone.'No... I... I'm not... Not like that...''Oh but you are. You are. Your cock is throbbing already. Maybe a wet spot on your nice suit, eh?'The world seems to be closing on me, my mind folding on itself, a haze enveloping me as I struggle, quite unbelieving, within what's happening. I feel dizzy. But you are right and I mumble so under my breath.'Ummm... Yes, I guess so. I do have a bit of a foot thing I suppose. You are very clever to spot it.'You laugh openly again, then smile wider, your boot rubbing my cock maddeningly, pressing harder, hurting, arousing, impossible to ignore, impossible to move away from.'A bit of? Sweetie, I can smell it from a mile away. But you know what? You don't just want to play with my feet. You want to worship them. Adore them. You want to be under them ALL THE FUCKING TIME.'You are leaning towards me as you say that, your voice lower, almost a whisper and yet full of confidence. You KNOW. You know better than I know myself. I can't believe that you are saying these things. I can't believe that I am listening and even as my whole being shudders I feel an irresistible urge to listen to more.'You want me to use you. You want me to humiliate you. To make you do things. Disgusting things that any sane person would never agree to. You want to please me as I feed you from a dog bowl and make you lick my bathroom floor. You want me to cuff you to a cross and whip your balls as your pathetic cock throbs for release you won't be allowed until I say so. You want me to treat you as a pathetic piece of junk not even worthy of having a human name.'I feel that my walls are breaking down. The slow, low, hissing almost cadences of your speech have me hypnotized. I am repelled by your words but I find myself nodding, my eyes fixated on your mouth, drinking it all in.'Admit it, little bitch. Admit it because you know you eventually will,' this is said louder, so loud that people at other tables are starting to look at us. I feel, through my floating dizziness, the need to difuse the situation, to stop this spectacle, and something else too, something that I'm slowly becoming aware of. I want to please you. I want to do what you want. I'll do anything to please you.And so I confirm what you said, my voice barely a whisper.'Yes. I do. I will do anything to please you.'You laugh softly as my heart sinks and my balls ache."Good boy" you say.An inexplicable rush of pleasure courses through me at the sound of your approval despite the fact that I am furious and just want to make you go away.You smile and talk on in the calmest of tones about how you now own me and i am your pet and ill obey everything you say simply because of the power that you hold over me in your foot.To demonstrate your power, you lean over and slap me across the face and then lean back with a satisfied smirk. I try to say something harsh to you but all that comes out is a hoarse whisper "why?". You chuckle and say "because I wanted to and because you foot boys are just soo easy"
As if to enunciate your point you take your foot from under the table and point it towards me and point to it there is an unrecognizable piece of food stuck to the sole of your boot, "clean it" you command. I gingerly begin picking at the grime after removing the piece of food. "that will do for now" you say laughingly.
I am someone who is usually full of things to say, comments, questions, answers, long winded speeches but you seem to have rendered me incapable of coherent speech. I sit there dumbly with the dirty smashed piece of food. You are grinning from ear to ear and say sensuously "go ahead footboy, eat it. You know you want to being that it was so close to my sexy feet. You know you are a lowly piece of filth thats only deserves such food."I silently, and shamefully put it in my mouth. You then tell me to thank you. I do.You laugh and call for the check. I pay.We leave. I follow you out into the parking lot with my head hung in submission.My whole body language has changed from when I walked in, I stood proud, looked busy, important, mildly irritated and self satisfied. Now, I look meek, submissive, a bit miserable but oddly content.You tell me that I will drive you in my carand so that is exactly what we do. Once on the road we engage in somewhat normal discussion again, most you asking me personal questions and me trying to answer them as casually as possible while trying to shift conversation elsewhere. All else aside I genuinely do enjoy conversation with you you are intelligent and witty and seem to find me the same. You take off your boots and place your pantyhosecovered legs and feet up on the dashboard, filling the car with the warm, sour, but sensuous stench of your feet.
You put your boots on my lap as i drive intensifying the smell for me. I wrinkle my nose slightly involuntarily. You laugh and say "You know you love it, be a good doggy now smell deeply! breathe in the scent of my dominance!" I breathe in deeply through my nose feeling agitated and irritated again but absolutely intoxicated and humiliated by the smell. You decide to push further "say you love it doggy". i muttered "i love it".
"what do you love?" you tease. I manage a moment of anger and defiance and say "nothing!" you swiftly swing your foot around kick me in the cheek and then place your big toe on my upper lip directly under my nose with your sole resting on one side of my mouth, cheek and chin.
"Now, slave, tell me exactly what it is that you love, how much you love it, and why you love it so much" you order sternly. After a moments hesitation, I said in a quiet bashful voice "I love the smell of your feet, I love it more than i love my mother, I love it because it reminds me of my place in life and of your complete ownership of me, I love it because every breath further ensnares me in your web. You laugh at me and tell me i was born to do this. "Now kiss my foot in apology for disrespecting them" I kiss your foot that is already partially on my mouth and you continue to laugh at me.After we arrived at your house, you had me kneel in the street to put your boots back on.
When we walked in you sat down and had me give you the first foot massage which lasted for well over an hour, It included kissing and sucking on your individual toes, licking out the lint from between your toes, sucking on your heels and kissing all over.
My fingers ached, and my tongue ached and my knees ached but any hesitation was met with swift punishments and admonishments, slaps in the face, kicks in the face or balls were frequent.
After all this, you made me take off my clothes and put them in the backyard, your only explanation was "dogs dont wear clothes in the house"
Then you commanded me to crawl around on the floor in front of her naked with my face pressed to ground and tongue out. you said it was in order to instill in me my place in life and to truly recognize just how much control you have over me and that just the wiggle of your toe and a sly order, i transformed from dominant alpha male into your sniveling submissive wimp.
As i whimpered in pain from the terrible carpet burn and wounded ego, you smiled and said "thats right doggy, suffer for me!""Now bark doggy!" I barked. You laughed. I almost cried.
The rest of the evening consisted of me doing various housework under your orders while alternating between casual conversation between us, merciless beating of me, brutal verbal humiliation with you drilling into me what a worthless wimpy loser i was and forcing me to say equally humiliating things for your amusement and my psychological torture.All this time, throughout this ordeal, despite the pain, humiliation and hard work, i still was getting more and more aroused and slowly every little tiny bit of your approval seemed to give me a twisted rush of pleasure and bizarre sense of accomplishment,this admission to myself seemed to be more frightening than anything else as i was beginning to realize that perhaps you were right and all i am really is just a lowly footslave whose purpose is only to serve and amuse you and that despite my many talents and abilities my true proper place in life is under your feet.
December 20, 2014
Forced Feminization and Sissification
One of the things I LOVE doing to inferior boys is to further feminize them. Boys are pathetic, inferior, and only exist to perpetuate the patriarchy. Boys need to be turned into sissies and then into girls to better understand and service their Mistresses and to learn how to become closer to perfection by imitating the female form.
I love to start feminization by forcing you to wear women's panties under your clothes. I will only allow you to masturbate while wearing women's panties, and as time goes on I will help you put together full lingerie sets and outfits to wear. VERY GOOD SLAVES who tribute often may even find themselves with a pair of my panties to wear, to feel what it is like to be closer to a goddess.
Once I have you comfortable with wearing women's clothes and jerking off regularly I'll start making you jerk off to sissy and gay porn. Once you start to think about what it's really like to be a woman, to suck a cock, to take a dick, you will start to feel the stronger and stronger desire to be more feminine, to be more sissified for me.
At this point I will lock your cock in chastity. Girls don't have cocks so they don't have to touch them. I will keep forcing you to watch exactly the kind of porn I want you to watch while I force you to stimulate yourself anally. I'll make you use plugs and dildos on yourself until you become used to the feeling of sucking and taking a cock. When you cum anally you won't have a man's orgasm, but a female orgasm, cum will leak out of your pathetic dick and you'll start to truely understand the pleasures of being a female.
At this point I like to force men into bisexual or gay situations. Maybe I'll post an ad online so you can learn to suck and take a real dick. Maybe I'll get a group of friends together to humiliate you online while we watch you play with another boy. Maybe I'll just keep you locked, sexually confused, never knowing what gender you are, only understanding that you cum when I want and that you are always at the mercy of what amuses your Mistress.
I love to start feminization by forcing you to wear women's panties under your clothes. I will only allow you to masturbate while wearing women's panties, and as time goes on I will help you put together full lingerie sets and outfits to wear. VERY GOOD SLAVES who tribute often may even find themselves with a pair of my panties to wear, to feel what it is like to be closer to a goddess.
Once I have you comfortable with wearing women's clothes and jerking off regularly I'll start making you jerk off to sissy and gay porn. Once you start to think about what it's really like to be a woman, to suck a cock, to take a dick, you will start to feel the stronger and stronger desire to be more feminine, to be more sissified for me.
At this point I will lock your cock in chastity. Girls don't have cocks so they don't have to touch them. I will keep forcing you to watch exactly the kind of porn I want you to watch while I force you to stimulate yourself anally. I'll make you use plugs and dildos on yourself until you become used to the feeling of sucking and taking a cock. When you cum anally you won't have a man's orgasm, but a female orgasm, cum will leak out of your pathetic dick and you'll start to truely understand the pleasures of being a female.
At this point I like to force men into bisexual or gay situations. Maybe I'll post an ad online so you can learn to suck and take a real dick. Maybe I'll get a group of friends together to humiliate you online while we watch you play with another boy. Maybe I'll just keep you locked, sexually confused, never knowing what gender you are, only understanding that you cum when I want and that you are always at the mercy of what amuses your Mistress.
