My longest BDSM relationship

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My longest BDSM relationship was with a woman I met through an online BDSM community. From the very beginning, we felt comfortable talking about all sorts of things; I could even say that we were good friends.

Whenever we went out for coffee, she would tell me:

“I like that you take the initiative in choosing the place, that it looks like you’re the one in charge, and then, when we’re alone in private, you’re on your knees kissing my feet.”

And yes, that was our dynamic. They weren’t complex or ceremonial sessions—just her standing or sitting in her armchair while I knelt, kissing her feet or shoes.

Sometimes the setting would change. For example, it happened in her car, on a bus, and one night I even kissed her feet under the table at a bar. Of course, in those situations, it was always something brief.

Our encounters were always very similar. Worshipping her feet was the main focus, and we never added any other practices. However, during one of our encounters, she suddenly decided to change things up a little. Since she knew that I’m a very shy person, one afternoon at her house, after having coffee, we moved over to the couch and started our usual routine: she was sitting while I was on my knees, caressing, licking, and kissing her feet. But suddenly she said:

“I want you to get undressed. Completely. I want to watch you lick my feet while you’re naked.”

We were friends, and we had never seen each other naked before. Besides, in this case, I was going to be the only one who was naked.

It was a unique moment and one of the most psychologically intense experiences I’ve ever had as a submissive.

Then she added:

“Be grateful I’m not making you strip naked and lick my feet in the park.”

We were friends, but deep down, we were Mistress and slave—as it should be.