A trip to Vienna (Fantasy Storytime #4)

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#Gentle #Switch #PleasureDom #FootFetish
 

“Ughh” I groan, holding on to the elevator railing for balance and lifting one of my feet off the ground, to relieve the pressure.
“Are your feet hurting, baby girl?”
“Yeah…”
“Well…. Vienna is quite a walkable city-”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen the new shoes for today before breaking them in”
We walk out of the elevator and stop in the doorway as soon as we’ve entered the hotel room, the front door closing behind us. I watch as he lowers himself in front of me, resting on one knee. I instinctively rest my hands on his shoulders, relaxed as I begin feeling his strong hold on both of my calves, the sensation sending shivers up my spine. He unbuckles and takes off one of my shoes, the sensation of freedom washing over me in small waves of relief, which comes crashing down hard over me as I feel him hold and squeeze my freshly released foot in his hands, pulling out of me a moan of pleasure at the sensation, almost falling over him.
“Oww..” I groan.
“Alright, give me the other one as well” 
I feel his hands meticulously undoing the buckles on my shoes again, and releasing my second foot before rewarding it with a similar firm squeeze. The sensation started shooting through my body, feeling like electricity, making my body weak, leaning more and more over his shoulder. 
“Haha, does that feel good baby girl? Let’s sit you down somewhere comfortable, shall we?..” he says, rising and swooping me up effortlessly in his arms, before walking across the suite and laying me down across the loveseat. I watch him as he takes a seat on the other end across from me, places my feet on his lap, and asks “Shall I give you a foot rub?”
I smile, a little bit embarrassed to have caused all of this to my feet by picking the wrong shoes when I was knowingly going to have such an active day, walking around the city with him all day. I nod and watch as he begins to massage my sore feet, the pressure of his thumbs into the arch of my feet making me close my eyes and enjoy it with a pleasure I’ve never imagined before could come from a foot massage. However, a few moments later I find myself interrupting him, embarrassed. “It's okay, you can stop. I'm sure they will get better and better with some rest!”
“Are you sure you want me to stop? Or do you want me to be more gentle? Or maybe put more pressure?
“No no no... it’s just…I don’t want to bother you to give me a foot massage for such a long time..I’m sure it gets daunting…so you don’t have to do it!” I say, embarrassed.
“I don’t mind” he responds, continuing to massage my feet and moving his gaze onto his hands.
I sigh, feeling relieved, letting my body relax and my head fall back heavy on the side of the little couch, while my feet continue to feel the pleasure of his fingertips and palms around my toes, arch, and soles, resting in his lap. Letting myself feel every single one of his movements, my mind begins to wander...
“Ghost*…?”
“Hm?”
“Do you..like my feet?”
“I like all of you, Doll” he responds with a smile and slight chuckle, his gaze hiding from mine.
“That’s not what I asked..”
“Hm? .. I love all of you, baby. And that includes your feet”
“...that not what I meant..” I continue saying, stretching my foot further towards him until…. ”Do you *like* my -..”. My words are cut short by the sudden sound of his sharp inhale, as the ball of my foot suddenly presses into the throbbing bulge on his thigh, which I had not noticed prior. My knees suddenly grow weak, and a warm sensation starts to build up between my thighs, as I listen to his groan. I say in a flustered, quiet voice “You.. do..”
“Mhm..” he hums, his head laid back on the backrest of the couch, still not meeting my sight, with his hand still having a hold on my other foot, which he was massaging before having this happen.
I continue to move the ball of my foot over him, feeling the aggressive throb, first under my toes, followed by the arch of my foot and soles, and alternating, but not for long as my ankle gets captured by his dominating hold.
“Fuck…” he mumbles, followed by a deep exhale- “You…are gonna kill me one day, Dollface”
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(Switched narration to his POV)
I grabbed her ankle and lifted her foot from my thigh, twisting my body up towards her and raising myself onto my knees before her. As soon as I did so, I felt like I was being dropped from paradise back onto earth, and my mind started to become a bit clearer, undoing all of the knots it just got stuck through. “You dirty little minx, Doll…fuck!” I kept thinking to myself, but the words got stuck inside my throat, held back by an overwhelming amount of embarrassment which was slowly burning through me like lava. My skin is burning. My heart is beating so fast. I need to stop and catch my breath. It’s so hard to look at her. Fuck me... Why can’t I? I feel so exposed, found out, suddenly fucking weak…
I started pulling myself together; trying to gather all of the last remaining strength in my body to look at her. Still holding her ankle firmly, I slowly add a bit of smile to my face, the tips of my fingers darting right to the arch of her foot. Her sensitive ticklish skin reacted instantly, causing her to yank her ankle out of my hold and away from the proximity of my lap, to my embarrassed relief. Hearing her distressing squeal followed by an adorable giggle, I finally found the strength to raise my head and look up at her, my eyes meeting hers. And as soon as they did, I felt that last remaining fragment of me shatter, my whole identity disappearing as soon as I saw the look in her eyes change. Her beautiful, big, and innocent doe eyes narrowed into a sharp but relaxed gaze, her eyes overflowing with discord, almost hidden behind her long wispy lashes. I know that look - that look of hers when she knows she found something to control, that feeling of pride flowing through her body. 
As I kneel on the couch, towering over her body, I feel her feet return to rest on my chest, both pressing onto me, making me feel every single little curve and detail. My hands instinctively grab a hold of her, with a hand on her ankle and another on her thigh, pulling myself closer to her, until one of her legs is raised straight up towards me with her foot resting on my shoulder, and the other standing still, bend by the hold I have on her ankle.
"Doll, .."
"Ghost…”
I gulp, and she smiles under her dominant tone.
“Hmm…I don't know what got over me… all I know is that my foot had to land where it landed…"
As she said it, I turned my gaze to her sole as it hung on my shoulder, brushing the side of my face. Its softness overtook me in a heartbeat. But I tried to stay focused and returned my gaze to her face. The more I looked at her, the more I felt how every bit of my strength was flowing right out of me through my chest, being harvested through her soles, before finally getting absorbed by her body. The hold I had on her ankle grew weaker, making me unable to keep it from wandering. I exhaled, my hold following her movement as she closed in on my lap with her toes, finding me, feeling me.   
I cannot stop the deep growl surfacing from deep inside me, and although I am towering over her, I feel as weak as ever. Her skin is so soft, that my hand can’t stop itself from drawing a line to feel it all under my fingers, as I trail along her stretched-out leg from her plushy tattooed thigh, all up the anklet resting on my shoulder. I take the little charm of her anklet between my teeth, and look down at her to think to myself: “That tattoo really matches you, Doll…these seemingly innocent rabbits even fool me sometimes”. I start kissing her ankle, my mind disconnected from my hand as it starts to wander under her white ankle sock, with two fingers sliding in to feel the softness of her sole and the deep arch of her foot, before moving higher and taking it off to uncover it. My lips move higher, leaving her ankle and trailing up towards her toes, feeling her tease me while I grow and get harder.
I placed my lips at her arch, letting her toes embrace my nose. She giggled immediately and tried to pull her foot back, but my grip on her ankle was too strong. I pressed in a kiss. The giggle turned into a moan as her toes increased their grip on my nose. This was the moment I ***ed the most. I try my best to hide it from her, but I have no choice, I have to breathe in. Watching her directly in her eyes, I inhale deeply. A wave of intense and power-taking scent rushed into my nose, lungs, ***, and brain. She noticed that the strict look in my eyes turned into a submissive one. I knew she noticed because I saw how her intimidated look turned to the look of a goddess, knowing she had her slave under her control. She smiled at me, with a lustful but kind gaze. At that moment, a revelation crossed my mind: "I trust this little lady so much that I, although incomparably stronger than her, am ready to put myself completely under her control. All I hope is that she feels the same. Either way, I want to spend the rest of my life making her feel safe, happy, loved, praised, and worshipped. And above all, satisfied.”
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Notes:
* Ghost=Name given to the partner in my fantasies, which does not exist, but keeps on haunting me.
This little story has been partially co-written. To the co-writer who recognizes himself, thank you for your help and for showing me the other side of this story; it has easily become one of my favorites.

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This story takes me back to my own misadventures in Vienna.

An elegant city that invites its visitors to indulge however they see fit. Night time meanders around the imperial architecture, laughing at our silly little jokes. Stealing away inside shadowed gardens to fool around and tease ourselves. Sharing cigarettes outside the opera house, buzzing from champagne and music.

A top floor suite overlooking the city, warm and inviting in January. Ropes neatly laid out in anticipating our return..

Good times