a little fantasy of mine I put to words...any interest?

" are you ready to begin today’s schooling? "

my mistress sits in tall chair before me. she has a high black

leather collar around her neck and a criss cross arrangement of straps above and below her breasts. her brown hair is pulled back tight , a ponytail tied with a leather strip.

I am naked before her, on my knees, staring at the floor in submission. I look up, past her knees, to her shaved swollen pussy, past her erect nipples and into her eyes. Her stare is strong but loving. Her lips, bright red and glossy, show a slight smile. " Slave? are you ready to begin your schooling? "

She reaches over next to her chair and pulls out a collar from her toybox.

She stretches it out before me and I lay my neck into it. She tightens it. It squeezes a little, making my face feel a little flush and I become dizzy. She is letting me know who is in control. She loosens it a little, so my blood and breathing are no longer restricted, but I can still feel the pressure. She tilts my head back and attaches a black leather leash to the metal ring in the front of the collar. She pulls on the leash above my head and I lift my head out of her lap and hobble back a few steps, still on my knees.

She reaches in her toybox again and pulls out a cock ring. She throws it to the ground before me. " Put that on yourself " My cock is already rock hard, but I put the leather strap around my penis, below my balls, and fasten it tight. It makes my cock stick out a little straighter, the veins stick out a little more and it becomes shiny hard. My mistress likes it that way, and so do I.

" Now turn around " and I do, on my knees. " Bend over " and I do, now on all fours. She touches my asshole with a warm lubricated butt plug. It’s just big enough to stretch me a little and fit tight, but it goes in without pain. She wiggles it and pulls it a little to tease me. The pressure of it makes my cock even harder. She reaches up between my legs and holds my balls in her hands, squeezing slowly and firmly. She stops just before it gets painful—she knows my limits and we both understand our relationship is about pleasure...

" OK, start your exercises now " I turn around and stare intently ot her feet. She is wearing very high heel, open toed shoes. Her feet are arched hard, her ankles held with thin straps. Her well formed toenails are painted dark red and perfectly maincured, as that is one of my duties as slave. Thin black straps criss cross her feet, binding her toes tightly that they cannot move. Her foot is elegant, as a mistress’ should be.

Mistress decided that I should have a focus point, a fetish, to help me concentrate and submit during schooling. She asked me during heavy submission what part of her I would like to worship, what part of her should I stare at, know so intimately that I can visualize on command, that would excite me more than any other part of her to suck on for hours. She stood before me in all her splendor when she asked. And my eyes locked on to her feet. I had never told anyone about my inclinations, and now I was having it reinforced and becoming the cornerstone of my training.

eyes of the intense stare. I study the shape of each toe, of her arch, her ankle. I know her feet better than my own.

I can smell her feet—she uses a special perfume that she never wears anywhere else and only when she is my mistress. I smell it very strongly every time I am her slave, but only then. The smell starts to trigger my memories of past submissions and my euphoria begins in force. She swings the leash in a gentle rhythm and I find my whole body beginning to sway with it. I am waiting for her to trigger my next phase. Sometimes she waits a long time, letting me get lost in the swaying and staring, sometimes she triggers me almost immediately. I must be aware and respond quickly when she does trigger me, for the purpose is not to fall asleep, but to focus my attention. I sway and stare, falling deeper under her control.

Then, she gently tugs the leash towards her. I close my eyes, move closer and begin to lick her feet. I trace each toenail with my tounge, suck each toe gently, run my mouth along the tight straps that bind her feet. I have done this for hours before, and I have memorized the shape, the feel, the taste and the smell of her toes. Sometimes my mistress brings me to submission by having me close my eyes and remember the shape, smell and taste of her feet.

After a few minutes of this gentle worship, I begin a pattern with my tounge, looping around her toes. I focus my attention on what I am feeling with my mouth and the rest of my body disappears. My pattern slowly build more complex and requires more attention and focus. It is my mantra as I fall into a trace of her control. She talks to me slowly and quietly, telling me that my thoughts are slowing down, that I am to serve her, that I am her toy and exist for her pleasure. This goes on so long I don’t remember who I am, except that I really want to make my mistress happy and perform my best for her.

my feet "

My body goes back to kneeling straight up before her, but my mind and attention is still keeping the complex pattern running, around and through her toes.

She will instruct me to masturbate. She dictates the exact way, time, preparations (if needed) and what I am to think about. She controls my sexual life, such that every sexual thought I have revolves around her. Sometimes she limits the length or number of strokes I am allowed, which sometimes leaves me unsatisfied. Sometimes she wants this. Other times, she wants me to learn to focus better, and she trains me by limiting time or direct pleasure, making me focus tightly if I am to become satisfied. Sometimes she also gives me a " creative " assignment, where I must find a new way to please myself, or please her. Other times I must bring something to her, or watch videos of my past submissions, or submissions of previous slaves.

I tell her in great detail about my homework and answer all her questions honestly. My mind is still running the pattern of my fetish and I am completely relaxed, and don’t have the left over attention to maintain a lie. I tell her when I failed, how close I was to being satisfied when I was forced to stop, what excitied me about what I imagined and what didn’t turn me on. She doesn’t punish me much, unless I have failed to try my best. Rather, she uses this information to sculpt me and to know exactly what will excite me in what stage of submission.

" Rachael, please come in "

Her friend Rachael, a tall red head, entered the playroom. She must have been waiting in the next room while I was being brought under. Her hair is made up in an elegant coiffure, and she wears a short lab coat unbuttoned. Her round, firm breasts are visible, with dark large nipples. Her body is tight and her skin has a smooth softness like she just got out of the pool. She is, like my mistress, clean shaven and wearing high heel open toed shoes, white to match her coat, but with fewer and thicker straps (but equally elegant) Her toenails are unpainted, but well shaped and pedicured.

" She is administering your quiz. Just do everything Rachael tells you. " 

Rachael smiles at me, and sits down on the couch across from my mistress. " Come here " she has a slightly raspy voice, but it sounds wonderful.

My mistress speaks as I hobble before Rachael. " I think he may need a little more focusing tho, before you start " Indeed, I had broken concentration on the mental pattern of my fetish. I am disappointed in myself, but the quiz had taken me by surprise.

" OK, get to it " Rachael says. And I begin to restart my pattern at her feet. They are different than my mistresses that I had grown to know so well. The taste is different, the shape, the smell. But it still brings my fetish in full force. I begin my patterns and am soon back under her spell.

goes to my balls and started to massage them slowly. Polo doesn’t mean anything to me consciously, but my mistress likes to use trigger words in my training. She likes to see my reaction when my body does things my mind doesn’t remember. " Good " she says and smiles at my mistress behind me.

" Baker " she says and I start rubbing just the tip of my cock, a way of masturbating that my mistress has me use to slow down an impending orgasm.

She holds out her hand and says " Dart " and I start to suck her fingers. I work my way around her hand with my mouth with painstaking detail.

" Lilac " she says and I dive down to lick her shaved pussy. My mistress had trained me extensively on how to please a woman orally. Rachael has fuller lips and a more pronounced clit than my mistress, and tastes a bit more sour. As I continue, I am continually in touch with how she is building up and I adjust my methods. She has a very violent orgasm, squeezing my head with her thighs, and I bring her down slowly and gently, back to a comfortable pleasure, allowing her to recover before I start to build her next orgasm. She cums twice more before she says " Scotch, " which makes me stop and begin rubbing her body all over with my hands.

The quiz goes on, with her testing me on various parts of my training, as well as things my mistress had not trained me on. She has me suck on a dildo, which makes me gag—I have never sucked cock before. My mistress chuckles and says " We’ll be getting to that... "

out of her chair. I lay myself back on the floor and she slides her pussy over my cock. She fucks my slowly and carefully, massaging my cock with her muscles. I cum quickly, having had a hard-on for hours with constant teasing.

After I am finished coming, she carefully gets off of me, gently removes my cock ring and kisses me. She goes back to her chair, leading me with the leash. With a last word from her, " Honey, " I curl up at her feet, suckling her toes, and fall asleep as her and Rachael discuss me and my training.