Many requests, not enough time. But here's something I wrote after getting quite a few requests for this type. It's raw, but that's what was requested.

Enjoy.

Footman

I took her because she was small and looked like she wanted it. She was an oriental -- tiny, with a tight little ass and a pretty face. We went out to a movie and dinner and then back to her place. She slipped off her shoes -- leather flats -- and wore a long skirt and suntanned stockings and a blouse. A white blouse. Her tits were small but her little feet and nice toes made up for it. We watched a little TV, and I convinced her to drink a little. I slipped some grain alcohol into her drink and after a while, she started getting bleary eyed. You feel okay? Tired, she said. She spoke good English with only a little accent. Very tired. Go ahead, I said. Have some more. I took her glass and gave it to her. She smiled at me. She didn't want to let me down, the bitch. But I had her. I had her all to myself. My cock was rock hard and I was ready for action. Go ahead, I whsipered. I moved close to her. Drink up. Drink it. She sipped. I started with her cheek. I moved to kiss her. She tried to duck away. Wait, she said. Wait for that. But I kept on. It's okay, I said. You're fine. Wait, she said. She tried to move away again and then I took her hands. I kissed her neck and in her ear whispered: Just relax, baby. Just relax and let me work on you. She tried to stand. But when she did I took her wrist and pulled her down. Please, she said. Please don't. That's it, I said. I took hold her wrists and straddled atop her. Because it you want to go, you gotta beg. I held her wrists above me and I could see that she was drunk. Everything moved slow for this bitch. Everything was too slow. I reached over to the coffee table where I'd set a roll of electrical tape and wrapped her wrists so they were taped tightly. She began to say: No no no. Over and over again. I put my hand over her mouth and moved close to her face. Her dark eyes watched me. You keep quiet, I said. I watched her. Will you do that? She said nothing and tried to struggle away from my hand. That's bad, I said. You're being a bad bitch. And then I slid my hand underneath her skirt and up her thigh and touched her pussy. We can make this hard or easy. What would you like? Tell me bitch. Tell me what you'd like. Easy, she said. She gasped. Don't hurt me. I fingered her pussy through the pantyhose. I'll think about that. What do you want? You to fuck and suck. I pressed my fingers into the cotton crotch of her pantyhose. You fuck and suck me, bitch? You do that? Don't hurt me. I might hurt you. I'll fuck and suck you. Okay bitch. Okay that's good. Will you keep quiet? Yes. You can't see this. I want you blindfolded for this. And then I tore off a long piece of tape and wrapped it around her eyes and through her hair and then wrapped it around and around. I toe the tape with my teeth and pushed her sideways on the sofa. She lay on her side with her hands bound behind her back and her knees slightly bent, resting on the edge of the sofa. Start with the feet, I said. I took her feet and held them and looked down at the soles. They were smooth and small with tiny toes that looked perfect behind the suntanned nylon of her pantyhose. I pressed her toes to my lips and then my nose and smelled. What I smelled was sweet and good. I tongued her big toe and then her little toes, one by one. I ran my tongue on the back of her soles, from her heels to her toes. She tried to jerk it away, but I held it. I held it by the ankles and told her to shutup. You're my bitch, I reminded her. You're my little jap slave. My tongue left wet marks on the nylon. I took the other foot and the did the same. You wear heels? If I buy you high heels will you wear them? Yes. You better, bitch, I told her. You better get used to them. I'm gonna buy you high heels and then you'll be a good girl. Then I took her feet and spread her legs wide and lifted her long skirt so her black panties and the topseam of her pantyhose could be seen. I moved down and kissed her pussy once and then twice and then burrowed my nose in deep and sniffed. That too smelled sweet. Baby you're so sweet, I said. How come all you jap bitches are sweet? I pulled the pantyhose down around her thighs and then did the same with her black panties. They were cotton panties and not the sort I liked. The dark hair of her pussy was shaved nicely. I fingered the lips around that pussy and felt they were wet. You like this, I asked. You like this. Please, she said. Please what? You think you're gonna leave without being fucked? If that's the case, you're wrong. And then I pulled down my pants and my underwear and took out my big cock. I slipped off both so I stood naked before her. I grabbed her ankles and dragged her off the sofa onto the floor. Her head thunked against the floor. And then I mounted her. My cock was so big and hard that at first she screamed. It was not until I put my hand over her mouth and warned her twice to be quiet that she finally fell silent. My dick worked that bitch very well, and I came after a moment or two. I filled her up and then slid out and when I did my cum oozed out that tight jap pussy of hers onto my carpet. Then I took her by the hair and said, Lick it up. Lick up the floor and then lick my cock. She'd been crying and sobbing and no longer said anything. I pressed her face into the cum and told her to lick. Bitch, I said. Get that tongue out. And she did. She licked it all up, all around. And then I took my tender cock and told her to open wide. Open up bitch, I said. Couple more minutes and you're gonna get a mouthful. I took her by the head and tilted her back and kissed her. Then I took my cock and stuck it into her mouth. She gagged on it and when I slid it out and stuck it back in she began to suck it. She got it wet so that it glistened and I liked that. I liked to watch this bitch's cheeks bulge around my cock because I knew my cock was bigger than any she'd ever had. Suckee, suckee, I said. Suckee, bitch. You like? I moved her head up and down. I laughed at that. Yes, you do. You like that. Yes you do. You like. You like very much.

I pulled her by her ankles into her bedroom. I lifted her onto the bed and pulled up her panties and pantyhose and pulled off her skirt. I grabbed her blouse and ripped it off. She wore a cream-colored bra with a plastic front clasp. I undid the clasp and took a look at her titties. They were small and so were the nipples. I took one between my lips and held it and then did the same to the other. She didn't seem to like it because she struggled, but I knew she'd grow to like it. Then I went to her dressed and opened the top drawer. Panties, none interesting. Second drawer was pantyhose and I pulled out a pair of black ones and lifted them up and smelled the crotch. They smelled fresh. In the dim light I could see that they weren't sheer and had reinforced toes and were control tops. Pulled out another pair -- a pair of white stockings. They were knotted together. I undid them and saw that they had laced edges. I took these and laid them on the bed. While I'd been studying her lingerie, my bitch had moved. She lay on her side and was struggling with her fingers to undo her hands. I spanked her hard on the ass and she squealed like some pig. And then I did it again and she moaned. Bitch, I said. Bitch you better behave. I turned her on her stomach and watched her ass. The panties she wore had stitched edges and did not look flattering across her tight little jap ass. I slapped her again for good measure and heard a muffled scream. My bitch had life and I liked that. In her closet I found a pair of heels. Black ones, not too high. I found a pair of black velvet slingbacks. These I liked. They too were black but with an almost stilletto heel. I looked inside and saw that they were for size 7 feet. I liked to take bitches with tiny feet. I slipped the shoes on my bitch and pushed the strap across her heel. And then I told her to stand and she did. I looked at her in pantyhose and panties and black velvet slingbacks. The bitch had good thighs made better by those heels. Move that ass, I said. Dance bitch. Dance for your master. She stood and did not move. Hear me? I slapped her across the face. Dance, I yelled. She began to sway and move. Wiggle that ass. She did. I knelt beside her. I turned her round. Now bend over and show me that ass. She bent forward and shoved her ass in my face. I was close enough to see the weave of the pantyhose, the stitching of her panties. Wiggle it, I said. Wiggle it. She wiggled. I put my nose against and sniffed. Sweet sweet. The best it could be. So sweet, I whispered. I kissed one cheek and then the other. Wiggle bitch. I looked down her legs and calves to her ankles and the black slingbacks. I watched the way her feet moved. I kissed her ass again and then took hold of her hips and pushed her forward on the bed. You're getting me hard, baby. Rock hard. You're a good bitch. The better you are, the gentler I'll be. Is that what you want? Yes, she said. Tell me that's what you want. That's what I want. I straddled her and watched as my dick hardened and lifted out before me. I pushed it so that it touched the topseam of her pantyhose and the tip touched her back. That's my dick. Say hello. She said nothing. Say hello, I said. Hello. Is it a big dick? Yes. How many times have you been fucked, bitch? Not many. How many? Three. Three? That's not many. Were they big dicks? No, she said. Big as mine? No. Did you suck their dicks? Huh? Did you suck their dicks and swallow their cum? No. Have you ever sucked? She said silent. I pinched her ass. She squealed again. Answer me, I said. No, she whispered. I never sucked a dick. Well get ready bitch, I said. Get ready for mine. You'll be sucking my dick for a long, long time. I stripped her naked and balled up the white stockings and took one leg and slipped one stocking on. Then I slipped the other on. Then I went into her closet and found a pair of white slinbacks, the same color as the stockings. The heels were high and pointed and the straps fit round the back of the thin ankles in a good, sexy way. I told her to stand up and she did. I went back into her dresser and found a white satin panty -- it was tight, small, and gripped her ass cheeks good so that part of those cheeks hung out. Around her pussy those panties looked fine, delicious, and then I told her dance again. I liked my bitches in all different clothes so that when I went to fuck them, I made sure I got my money's worth. Now this jap bitch looked like a slut and I liked that. I liked the way the stockings looked on her pale legs, her tight ass, and the way my dick got rock hard when she leaned forward slightly and jutted that ass and those white satin panties in my face. Get on your knees, I told her and she did. She got down on her knees and I stood above her. I held my cock and told her to open wide. I told her to open farther because the cock she was about receive was like no other. Wider, you bitch. This ain't some small cock. She opened so that I could see her tongue. And then I touched my cock to her lips and to her nose and then slid it in her small mouth. She gripped tight like a pussy and I could hear her gagging. She coughed and when she did backed away. I took her head and brought it forward. Again she took the cock and this time held it. I took her head and held it with both hands and moved it back and forth so that I could feel those tight lips of her sucking my shaft. She sucked and I told her to be loud and messy about it. I slipped the cock out and looked at it. It was wet and glistened with my bitch's spit. She swallowed and then opened wide without my telling her. I liked that and told her so. I gently put the cock back in. I looked down as she sucked, her ass, the backs of her slingbacks, her heels. I liked the stockings and their lace seams. As my new bitch worked my cock I petted her head. I ran my fingers through her black thin hair. She wore her hair long. Suckee suckee, bitch, I said. Suckee my cock. I could hear her trying to speak and could hear her gasping. I moved it hard into her mouth. In and out. She seemed to have trouble with its big size and I liked that, too. I liked to see her struggle. Her hands struggling against the tape. Her whole body into the slow rhythm of my body and my cock. I liked it that she was on her knees which was a position where all bitches like her should be, in slutty shoes and with a mouth wide open and loaded down with a hot cock about to cum and fill that mouth. She was obedient. A dog. I liked that. Are you my obedient bitch? Is that was you are? I nodded her head for her. I nodded it up and down. I closed my eyes and felt her lips work me. I listened to her gasping and imagined her soft toes again in my mouth. I imagined me dressing my bitch, selecting shoes and pantyhose and cling-tight dresses so that her ass showed. And then I came. She gagged out and choked a little and pulled away but already had a mouthful. I exploded onto her face and it covered her, my white cum again her skin and in her hair. Swallow it, bitch, I said. Swallow that cum. And she tried and then I told her to lick her lips because the cum was still there, on her lips and beneath her nose and dripping down from her chin. And then I told her stand and she did. I told her to just stand there with cum on her face in her white stockings and slingbacks, with no bra and nothing else. I took her by the hips and turned her so that her white satin ass was in my face and then I peeled down her panties so that they curled round her thighs and burrowed my face into her ass. I listened to her sobbing. I held her and worked her anus with my tongue. It was sweet, so sweet, and this was a place I did not want to leave. Get down on your knees again, I told her and she did. I said: Beg for it. Beg, bitch. Beg for it. Please, she said. Please give it to me. Are you my bitch now? Have I tamed you? Yes. Say it. I'm your bitch. I undid her hands but kept the blindfold on. Stand up, I told her. Stand up. She stood. And then I kissed her pussy and her thighs and her belly. I said: You're mine now. You're all mine. Yes, she said. She was out breath. She looked exhausted. Do you want more? I want more, master. I'll fuck you now, I said. We'll fuck each other. And then I led her to the bed and stripped her again and we kissed gently and she reached around and held my cock and said it was big, the biggest she'd seen, and that she wanted it because she'd been a bad girl. I want to be a good girl, she said. She lay on her back and spread her legs and I mounted her. Her hands wrapped around me gently and we kissed and I fucked her slow and she liked that because she said so over and over again. I felt her rhythm and felt her back arch and she came and then said I should come. I came and filled her and we lay togther, silent. She kissed my cheek and then with her tongue pressed deep into my mouth. She whispered in my ear: I love you, master. I love you and your cock. And then I lay beside her. I held onto her hand and she held mine. We fell asleep together.