More Encounters With Mira

It had been 2 weeks since our original agreement. Four times now I had gone over to Mira's office and four times I have been relegated to being her foot bitch for the two hour duration following. The first time went exactly as she described, I was on my way to our first session, if you would call it that. I had the caramel Frappuccino in hand, and I arrived with just over 5 minutes to spare. She let me in and sat at her desk waiting for my next move, giving me a sadistic smile as if telling me what to do without uttering a word.

I knelt down and crawled towards her, taking my place at her feet. Then as we had agreed, I took off her shoes (she was wearing Nike sneakers, which matched her yoga pants and sports bra combo) and proceeded to service her feet. kissing each one of her toes and pausing to thank her for allowing me the pleasure of worshipping her feet. Soon enough I had begun licking her feet. I had doubts beforehand that this would get really old really quick, but I was pleasantly surprised that not once in the two hours had I felt bored or wishing I was doing something else. It was incredibly humiliating all throughout, but that humiliation was driving me mad with sexual desire the entire time. And Mira played her part by switching it up a lit bit every once in a while.

The next three times went similarly, with a few exceptions. The second time I was there she had high heels ready next to her (aside from the shoes she was wearing) and a couple of times she would stop my foot worship and demand that I clean her high heels. I remember it like it was yesterday.

"Ok foot bitch, now I want you to lick my high heels clean. I have a date tonight with a REAL man, one worthy of my affection, not a little footlicker like you! Make it quick or else."

I was very taken aback at the time. But again I thought in for a penny in for a pound, so I did it. It turned out to be incredibly arousing and my hard on was straining my pants at this point. I caught a glimpse of Mira and I knew that she had noticed my boner. Later on, she even put on her high heels and made a show of walking around with them to test them out. On her way back, she 'accidentally' stepped on my hand and said "oops, didn't mean to do that," and followed it up with her meanest giggle yet.

In my last visit she even paused halfway through the foot worship, she moved her leg down and started stroking my penis through my pants. she got me worked up so much.

"You like that? My feet stroking you? I bet you're so hard right now." I almost came when she said that. "Do you think you're ready, ready for my feet to give you the orgasm you so desperately desire?" I was kneeling down in front of her moaning lightly, and with just her feet she was able to have me under her control. At that moment I would've given her anything she asked for if she had made me cum. I started shaking my head up and down to indicate that I wanted her to continue. I was essentially begging her with my body language. "Yeah? Well too bad!" She immediately moved her foot back then kicked me full **** in the nuts. I fell down to my side in the fetal position. She moved her foot back on my mouth and said "keep worshipping my feet. I can't believe you thought you were ready for a footjob! Little foot bitches only worship, never receive pleasure. You'll have to work VERY hard for that privilege." Despite being in a lot of pain, I was also the most aroused I had ever been. Luckily we only had a couple minutes left. As soon as I was done I went running back to my dorm and immediately went to the bathroom to jerk off. I was so turned on it literally only took four strokes while thinking about what just happened to cum, and it was the best ejaculation I had ever had.