Tentative Steps......

I hear you before I see you. An auditory 'amuse-bouche' for me to savor. The click of your heels on the pale stone patio ensures I remain still - barely breathing so as not to disturb the sensory appetizer as I prepare myself, once again to receive your perfectly encased feet. Like an aura before a seizure, my body floods with adrenaline and my sensors are awash with colour. Everyday I find myself clock watching until that hour when you arrive to carry out your duties. I hired you because I saw potential in your legs; the muscles toned yet responsive to the walking beat. I saw promise in the arch of your foot; perfectly curved to greet a sumptuous shoe and I observed a future in your walk; strong and with just a suggestion of swing. I felt no guilt as I told you the reasons for my more than generous employment offer and my heart skipped as you smiled and told me I had chosen well. It was instantly clear that whilst you didn't understand the depth of my need, you certainly enjoyed the empowering nature of the worship and it was clear you would work hard to find the vein and drive my addiction. I had chosen a simple black court shoe. High. Toes hidden behind a patent casing but allowing your calves to squeeze and tense with each step. You had worn a knee length black, high waisted skirt that was tight enough to accentuate every beautiful contour of your legs and buttocks but would hide enough to force my teeth to chew down on my bottom lip in frustration that I couldn't see more.
As you wound your way between the poolside chairs toward me, I swear that I could smell the leather of those Loubintins as they absorbed the musky sweat from your body creating an aroma that positively drove me over insanity's edge. The intensity of my reaction that first day when you arrived for work in those high ankle strap boots even took me by surprise. I have always been a strong dominant man for as long as I can remember. My thoughts and actions controlled and ordered as had my subs' journeys throughout my life. I loved the precision and unwavering directness of my teachings - I set my girls' tasks with clarity and strength and absolutely did not allow myself to be distracted from my goals even by the most loyal and endearing sub. But that was before you and your heels.
Fuck.
My cock was positively bursting from my suit trousers and I knew if this continued I would be sitting down with you and discussing my world and inviting you in.
I wanted you. This. I wanted so much.
My thoughts were interrupted by your polite cough and I turned to see you were stood next to me. Your ankles crossed as I requested and your opaque tight-clad legs pressed firmly together. "And what would you like from me today  Sir?" You asked.
Jesus!!! Did you realize the impact of the words you used?? Did you understand how words such as those were employed as tools for pleasure??
I now knew I couldn't continue to ignore my greed any longer nor deny you the opportunity to peek into that room.
"I want you to sit down now, next to me, and put your feet in my crotch" I said with a deep breath. "I''ve got something to diiscuss with you."
You smiled, pulled up the chair I indicated and slowly but deliberately nuzzled your feet deep into my groin and with a hint of a smile said;
"About time"

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