Russian slave for an Eastern Mistress
I am 18 years old. Since childhood, I have been drawn to submission. I was aroused by the idea of a girl ordering me around, forcing me to fulfill her lustful desires,
serving her, being her thing. Just the thought of it made my dick rock hard. I wanted her foot to step on me, for her to look down on me and call me
her sex rag. I wanted to be beaten by her feet with black-painted nails, to be whipped by her lash. I wanted to lick her pussy or inhale the scent of her ass while she sat on my face.
Over time, these vague fantasies turned into real desires. I imagined myself in the role
of a slave, and my female classmates and acquaintances in the role of mistresses.Until now, I haven't found anyone who shared my desires; I had to hide them because many people consider it indecent.
But time passed, I finished school and entered an institute. There were many girls in our year, but one immediately caught my attention—tall, slender, with black hair, long slender legs, and expressive, commanding eyes.
Unlike my constantly giggling female classmates, she kept to herself and only communicated with her two friends. She rarely paid attention to anyone else. And, strangely, unlike my other female classmates, she wore open-toe boots (in the summer),
showing off her elegant toes to everyone. In colder weather, she wore stiletto-heeled boots. She had quite a variety of such boots—leather, patent leather, with or without lacing, above the knee and below. All of this was worn with tights, thigh-high mini skirts, and open blouses.
On top of that, there was something Eastern about her, perhaps in her skin tone or facial features, but she looked like a Persian princess.
Her appearance really turned me on, and during lessons, I often found myself staring at her. Unfortunately, we hardly communicated; she had some kind of prejudice against Russians, and if she did talk to any of us, she did so with a noticeable amount of contempt.
Once, during a break, when I was sitting in the classroom, Sveta, one of Her two friends, approached me. "I heard you're pretty good with computers?"—she stated more than asked. "Sort of..."—I answered vaguely, stunned by her suddenly talking to me. "Great,
Sabina's (that was the name of the girl I dreamed about) computer is acting up, could you help her?"—said Sveta. — "Will you come over to her place today?" "Yeah, no problem, but not for long"—I replied.
And so, after classes, Sabina and I went to her place. It was spring, the season of mini-skirts, boots, and girls' bare legs. This time, Sabina wore her most luxurious boots. Black leather thigh-high stiletto boots with nylon tights and a leather mini-skirt drove me crazy. I secretly looked at her legs, which really aroused me.
On the way, she talked to me for the first time, asking about interests, studies; mostly I talked, and she just watched silently, giving me the impression I was being evaluated.
Suddenly she asked what kind of porn I liked best, a rather strange question from a girl, but I said I liked regular porn. "I thought you liked more than just that; you do like my boots, don't you?"—asked Sabina. I blushed and shyly nodded. Sabina looked at me strangely.
Then we seemed to switch to another topic, but she kept watching my gaze, in case I started looking at her legs again. Walking through the entrance, I let Sabina go ahead to enjoy her rear view. By the time we reached the apartment door, I had a hard-on in my pants again.
We entered the apartment. Sabina, without taking off her thigh-high boots, went into the room and pointed at the computer. "Lately, something's wrong with it, you take a look, and I'll make some tea in the meantime." I turned on the computer, did a standard check, and since Sabina was taking a while, I started browsing folders. It didn't take long before I came across a password-protected folder,
curiosity got the better of caution and I started guessing the password; strangely, the folder was weakly protected, and entering "Sabina" opened it. And what I saw really surprised me; the folder mainly contained porn movies, but their themes..."humiliation," "verbal abuse," "female domination," "foot fetish," but the strangest thing—in all the clips, the slaves were young guys of Slavic appearance, and the dominants were Latinas, Black women, Asian women, but predominantly girls with dark skin.
Footsteps were heard in the hallway and I hurriedly closed the folder. "So, is everything ready?"—Sabina entered the room still in the same boots and mini skirt, carrying cups of tea. "Yes, it was a trivial virus, everything's in perfect order now."
She put the cups on the table and pushed a piece of cake towards me. "Thanks for helping, help yourself." I was finishing my cup when Sabina asked me: "So, what do you think of my hobbies? Do you like them?" Before I could find the right words, my head started spinning. I began to feel nauseous, as if from alcohol, and I fell into a deep sleep...
I woke up from a light breeze. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying on a bed, with my hands and feet tied, completely naked. "Well, fuck, shall we play?"—Turning my head towards the voice, I saw Sabina, she was standing in the same boots, but without a blouse, holding a camera in one hand and a seven-tailed whip in the other. I realized I was caught...
Author's e-mail: suchka19927@mail.ru