I arrived at his house at exactly 8pm.

I nearly collapsed when I saw what was stuck to the door.

I wasnt even going to get to see him.

My heart was pounding and with the lack of pants I could tell I was already wet. I had literally arrived just on time. My hands were shaking behind my head trying to get the blindfold on quick. I was afraid to waste even a few seconds.

Through the door the schedule was kept. The first words I heard were,
‘Get on your knees.’ I did as I was told. His already hard cock was pushed against my face. He spread my freshly applied whore red lipstick over my face before pushing his erection into my mouth. The first sound he heard was me gagging as he thrust into my face.

This was only a brief greeting before fastening my collar round my neck and leading me to the balcony.

There I was offered a drink while he read the schedule. I sat there in silence, in my little black dress, fuck me heels and stockings. I was rapidly shrinking inwards while he read, flinching at a few select words like, sodomised, cunt, fucktoy.
I nodded to indicate I understood.

Inspection, just the word causes me to shudder. It brings every insecurity to the surface, makes me feel small and bare. I stood there in my heels, suspenders and dress, holding up my skirt while he looked. It took forever for me to lift my dress, every instinct was fighting it as I revealed myself. I was quivering, feeling incredibly unsexy and vulnerable. It felt really degrading. I clenched my teeth down trying to stop my jaw from shaking. I could literally feel the wetness increasing round my vagina.

‘Get on your knees, crawl towards me and kiss my feet.’ I hate this part. The first time he made me do this felt utterly disgusted at the thought of my lips anywhere near man feet. But I did it, it was only one kiss per foot though, nothing, no big fuss and it was over quickly. I did seriously hate him in that moment. It seemed to me that it was something he was doing purely for the fun of it, just to test me, just to see how I reacted. I hated that because I knew, the more disgusted or degraded I felt, the more he enjoyed it.

This time was different. After a previous night of experiencing how wonderfully tender it was to have my foot and toes caressed during sex by his lips, I found his hairy man foot, got over my disgust with only a couple of seconds hesitation, and practically made out with his toes.

I could hear him moaning as licked and sucked his skin, every time I let my teeth stroke with my lips I could hear how much he enjoyed it. In my head i was still kissing feet! This is gross!

The humiliation and hearing his moans were making me drip down my thighs and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I found the other foot and my inner monologue now changed its tune and was screaming out for him to stroke my wet pussy. Just touch it a little bit, please, see how wet I am. This overwhelming urge to please him overtook, I wanted to be a good fucktoy.

‘Come here, taste this.’ he brought my face gently up to his crotch and I felt my lips touch the tip of his cock now drizzled in pre-cum. I wrapped my mouth round him and lapped it up.