white-collar servant

Author: DJW
Word count: 19684
I am a white-collar worker, 24 years old, working alone, and the salary is not high but enough for me to live on a petty bourgeoisie. In the eyes of others, I am an arrogant, rich and handsome man, but in fact I am an m, a mild m. Walking on the street, I am often attracted by the colorful stockings of trendy girls. Maybe they are not beautiful, but the stockings and high heels under their feet make me fascinated. And I dare not do anything, I am afraid that others will know my hobbies, so I can only go to Daquan at night to vent my desire. This day is the beginning of the November holiday, I saw a woman on the way back to my residence, she completely attracted me. She is between twenty-five and thirty years old, tall and slender, with very seductive makeup on her face, and a very tasteful woman. What’s more terrible is that she wears a black silk, looks like a natural queen. I couldn’t help following her, wanting to take a sneak shot to share with everyone. After a few roads, while waiting for the red light, she actually took the initiative to say, “Want to fuck me?” I was stunned, shook my head and nodded. She looked at me and smiled, “Follow if you want, what I want is not expensive~” It turned out that she was a young lady, no wonder she was so attractive. As soon as I wanted to have sex with her, I could smell her stockings, and the bottom immediately became extremely hard. There was no talking all the way, and after walking for five minutes, we arrived at the place where she lived. An apartment, not too high-end but not dilapidated, I hesitated and went upstairs with her. Her house is on the top floor, and as soon as I entered, I could smell a woman’s smell, coquettish, stinky, and perfume. It smells like I’m on fire. She glanced under me, came over, and pushed me onto the bed full of underwear and stockings. I was so tempted that I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I had the courage to ask her, “Can I lick your feet?” She didn’t speak, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward, and I really seemed to find a way to slip in. After a while of silence, she spoke: “Only my slave is worthy of licking my feet, are you?” This sentence made me both happy and surprised. I was happy that this alluring lady knew about SM, but I was surprised that people would know my hobbies. When I was hesitating, she smiled and took off her shoes and covered my face. A strong stench awakened my servility. I didn’t care about anything else, I just wanted to be her slave. I said like crazy: “Please, I want to be your slave, I want to be…” She confuses me with the smell of the shoe and said: “I am not a serious woman, I need a house slave after work, can you?” My desire made me forget everything, and I readily agreed. She put the shoe in my hand, smiled at me, went to the other room, and came back with a piece of paper. She waved the paper and said: Bitch, this is a slave contract, sign it. “Speaking, I threw the paper and pen on the bed, picked up a crumpled black stocking and stuffed it in my mouth, and stroked my swollen lower body with the other hand. Bewildered by her body odor and words, I signed and handed it to her without even looking at it. She smiled after seeing it, and then said coldly: Kneel down and kowtow to me now! That look made me feel a little scared but in a state of being in the brain.I knelt down obediently. Shame and self-esteem seemed worthless under her feet, and my noble face was lower than her socks the moment I knelt down and kowtowed. Yes, I knelt at the feet of a whore just to smell her stinky socks. Thinking of this, I seem to be sober = a lot, if I want to stand up and pay the money, I just leave, after all, this is just a game. But when I raised my head, she kicked me over, and her black silk feet stepped on my face fiercely. When my nose felt like it was going to break off, I kept sucking the strong smell of her feet.