Coax

It had all started so gradually. Never in his wildest dreams, or rather nightmares, would he have imagined that he would end up in the position that he now found himself. There he was, naked, kneeling on the floor at her feet. His hands were, as they often were these days, tied behind him. His forehead was on the floor, with his wife's feet resting on the back of his head, using him as a footstool. His body ached and his knees hurt. He had been there for at least an hour. And the hour before that was spent first massaging her feet, and then kissing and licking them. She particularly liked having him kiss and lick her feet, she had said. He had had to do that for her often, several times a day for the past four days. He found it very humbling and humiliating to have to drop to his knees and kiss her feet whenever she told him to. It made him feel very vulnerable and small. It was embarrassing to be treated like this, but he so wanted to please her, and she often told him how much it turned her on to have him naked and kneeling in front of her, kissing her feet. It seemed that it just had to be done.

It had started off when they were watching hired videos in the evening. Back then, she actually let him sit on the sofa next to her. She would slip her shoes off and put her feet on his lap. Then she would tell him how much she loved having her feet massaged. Almost as soon as his hands were in contact with her feet she would start to purr like a kitten. It was true that he did have slight natural talent when it came to massaging, but the effect that it seemed to have was quite astonishing. She went into some kind of ecstatic haze as he rubbed the soles of her feet and worked on the knots in her muscles there. She complimented him on his technique, and told him how much it pleased her to have him do this, and how she looked forward to lots and lots of foot rubs.

The next stage was to get him on the floor in front of her. One night, as they were watching television, she said that her legs were a little stiff from working them in the gym, and it would be a lot more comfortable for her to sit up instead of lying down with her feet on his lap. This would mean that he had to sit on the floor in front of her. He tried this, but could not really get into a comfortable position in which to massage her feet. The only way to do it was to kneel and let her put her feet on his lap.

She loved this and made no effort to hide it from him. She told him that, frankly, it turned her on to have him on his knees in front of her. He blushed at this and started to rub her feet. She went into her haze of happiness and as he massaged her soles she seemed to get more and more excited. Her hands went between her legs and she started rubbing herself, right in front of him. As she worked herself more toward an orgasm she ordered him to kiss her feet. He did, and again the effect was astonishing. She writhed around, clearly loving the feeling of his lips on her feet. As he slavishly kissed one foot, she took the other foot and rubbed it over his head, forcing his head into the foot he was kissing. She commanded him to lick her feet, to suck her toes. As if in a hypnotic trance he complied. Almost as soon as he had started to lick her feet, she began a shattering orgasm that seemed to come from very deep inside her and last for some time. As her orgasm started to come to an end, she placed one foot on the back of his head, pressing it to the floor. She sat like that, with him kneeling in front of her, with both her feet on the back of his head, pushing his face into the carpet as she recovered. When he tried to move, she shushed him and told him to stay still, exactly as he was.

After what seemed to be a long while she let him up.

"That was fantastic," she said. "I hope you enjoyed it too, because it really did it for me."

"It wasn't quite what I had in mind, darling," he said.

"But why not?" she teased. She put her foot on his groin and felt the hardness there. "Seems to me that you enjoyed it too. You do like to please me, don't you?"

"Well, yes, of course I do but." he stammered.

"But what, then?" she said, rubbing her foot harder between his legs.

"Well, I just thought that we could go to bed and, well, make love in a more usual manner." He heard the pleading in his own voice and was ashamed.

He was uncomfortable now. His gut feelings were telling him that he was in some kind of danger. The primal senses in him were sending warning signals to his brain but he could not interpret where the danger was coming from. His stomach was a knot. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck tingle.

"Poor baby," she said in a half mocking tone.

"Of course I would love to go to bed and make love to you, but I have just had the most wonderful orgasm, and I don't know if I'm in the mood for it right now."

There was a silence. He looked down at the floor, noticing how pretty her feet looked, with the perfectly manicured nails and soft skin. He felt lost.

"Of course, I suppose that I could be persuaded," she said.

"How, darling? How could I persuade you?"

"Well, let me see now.let me think about what would turn me on."

As she thought, she placed her foot on his head and rubbed his hair with her soles. Her toes forced their way down his face, into his mouth.

"I have it!" she exclaimed gleefully. "I know what would really do it for me. Lets go to bed as you said, but let me tie you up, let me play with your body. I want to tease you. I want to have you under my power completely. What do you say? Are you man enough?"

"But why, darling? Why would you want to tie me up? I can't hold you or stroke you then," he heard that whining tone again.

"Because it will please me. It will turn me on to have such a strong man helpless, tied to my bed. And besides, I don't want you to be able to get away, while I'm teasing you. Trust me, darling, you will love it!"

Ten minutes later, he was naked, spread-eagled on the bed. She had tied his ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed. She had secured his left wrist to the top of the bed and was making the final adjustments to his right wrist. He felt utterly helpless, but the huge erection that was bobbing against his stomach, leaking pre-cum on his belly, told another story. When she had finished tying him up, she stood back, with a look of deep satisfaction on her face.

She walked across the room and lit some candles. The room was warm, and the last light of the afternoon was ebbing away. When she was done, she turned to look at him. He had never seen an expression quite like that on her face before. It was a mixture of mocking humour and seriousness that again made the back of his neck sweat.

She came to sit on the bed by him. He started to squirm, in spite of the fact that he was trying to be as cool as he could. The feeling of helplessness was overpowering.

"Look at you," she said. "Squirming away and I haven't even done anything to you yet!"

She placed her long fingernails on his hip and gently and slowly scratched up toward his armpit. His body involuntarily writhed away from her hand. She scratched up and down his sensitive sides, and over his belly. It was excruciating. His body was having some kind of weird contortion. She scratched around his cock, which was by now heavily engorged and oozing pre-cum. She took hold of his cock and squeezed. She moved her hand up and down his shaft. He moaned.

"Oh baby," she said, "You do like this, don't you?" she asked in an innocent voice.

"Yes!" the word hissed from his clenched teeth.

"You want to please me, don't you darling?"

"Yes, yes I do."

He was lost in sub-space by now. Her words reached him, but his consciousness was like a vast pool, with a single leaf floating on the surface. The leaf was the only thing keeping him from slipping into the underworld. Her words were sounds that only a small part of him recognised. The rest of him was lost in a pool of lust and fear and helplessness, need and desire.

She changed her position. She climbed onto the bed, one foot either side of his head. He looked up at her. She looked magnificent above him. As he looked, she turned around so that she was facing the same way as he was. She slowly started to crouch down, her ass getting nearer to his head. She sat firmly on his face, and writhed around. She took hold of his cock and held it firmly in her hand, and started to very slowly move it up and down.

"You like this, don't you, baby?"

"Hmmmf," came the muffled response.

"I'll take that as a yes. You like this and you want to please me, don't you, poor darling?"

Again a strangled mumble came from him.

"Then lick, darling. Lick me and suck me. Use your head. Stick your tongue inside me while I fuck your head"

She ground her pussy into his face, rubbing hard. She could feel his wet lips and tongue slavishly lapping around her. She pushed harder and harder, twisting her torso, violently bucking her ass against him. He, of course, was helpless, her ass cheeks and pussy covering his face, his whole face wet with her juices. He licked as best he could, but it was she who was controlling her orgasm. She was using his face, his head. As she had said, she was fucking him. Fucking his head.

Once again she came to a shattering orgasm. She bucked wildly, and as she came she grabbed his belly, digging her nails into him, making him cry out. The more he cried out, the more intense her orgasm seemed to be. By the time she was done, his body looked like a map of London, with the Highways marked in red. His face was covered in her come and juices. His cock was still throbbing. His arms ached. He could taste her pussy in his mouth. She climbed off him and left the room.

She was gone for some time. He heard the pop of a cork coming out of a wine bottle, and the glug-glug of a glass being poured. Somehow his senses had been heightened by this bondage, this degradation. He could hear the sound of her shoes on the wooden floor. He could smell the wine. After a while, although it seemed like an eternity, she came back into the room and sat on the bed next to him. She lazily scratched up and down his sides, across his belly, circling his cock. She teased his cock by gently dragging her fingernails up and down the shaft. Again he squirmed.

"Please." he whimpered.

"Please? Please what?" she mocked. He didn't even know what he was begging for. In the end, the obvious thing sprang to mind, although it was hard for him to articulate.

"Please, please let me come." He tried to keep the desperation, the neediness out of his voice, but even to him it sounded like begging.

"But why?" she said innocently. "Its so much fun having you like this. You look so cute, so helpless."

"Because.because I'm desperate," he pleaded.

She laughed.

"You are not desperate. If you were really desperate, you would be begging." She put her hand around his cock and squeezed, gently moving her hand up and down.

"I am desperate," he whined. "Please let me come, please. I beg you. I'm begging you now, please let me come."

She looked at him with eyes of a predator, who had its prey just where it wanted.

"Perhaps I will. Maybe, just maybe I'll let you come, but what are you prepared to do for me?" All the time she played with his cock, watching him, making sure he would not go over the edge.

"What do you want me to do?" he pleaded, no longer even trying to hide his desperation.

"Well, be inventive. Think of something." She smiled wickedly at him.

"God. I'll do anything. Anything at all. Whatever you want, just please, baby, please let me come. I'm dying here." He was sweating. His balls felt like they would burst.

"Anything, huh? That sounds great!" She beamed. "So you will do anything I tell you, right? Is that what you are agreeing to?" She squeezed his cock tighter.

"Uhh, yes, anything you say." He felt pathetic, but his need to come was overpowering.

"So you will be my slave. My servant for.lets see, shall we say three days? If I let you come, you'll be my slave, for three, no, lets say four days. Day and night. You will do exactly as I tell you. Do you agree?"

"But that's not fair!" He was nearly crying.

"But you do like what I'm doing to you, don't you?" She was so relaxed. She knew she had won already. He was so confused.

"I.I." He stammered "Yes I do but."

"Well then, I'm sure you will love it. Being controlled by a powerful woman. You will love it. Agree to be my slave for four days before I make it five. And I will let you come."

"Ok. All right. I'll do it" His voice was small.

"Say it darling." She teased.

"I will be your slave for four days. I'll do whatever you say."

"There now darling, that was not so bad, was it? Not so hard," she said in mocking tones. She started to untie his wrists.

"What are you doing? I thought you said you were going to let me come?" he pleaded.

"Oh poor darling, you must have misunderstood. Of course I will make you come, but first you have to honour your side of the bargain." She released his ankles.

"You can come in four days, when you have proved what an obedient slave you can be. Now get off the bed and get down on your knees. And for the next few days, you can call me Mistress."

His heart sank, as did his knees.

"Yes, Mistress," he said, as he lay his forehead on her feet.