A Strange, Wonderful Night

So I had gotten so desperate to find someone I had taken an ad out on craigslist and backpage.com. For reasons that seemed unfathomable, I hadnt had much luck online finding a wonderful sadistic dominant lady to worship. The ads I had placed were up for at least one week before suddenly one day I was checking my inbox and was titiliated to see a response to one of my ads. It was from a woman that lived in the same city and general area as me. I was so excited that it took me a full ten minutes to come to grips with my new reality and send a reply. After I hit send, my reality came crashing down on me and I started to have a panic attack. Oddly enough at the same time I started to get a hard on. How could I finally be blessed with the opportunity to serve this goddess that had remained unknown to me for so long? The more I thought about it the more my dick grew until finally I had to take things into my own hands so to speak and relieve the pressure.

The whole rest of the week was a blur. All I remember doing was going to work and going to bed. Then once again perusing my emails I got a message from the mysterious lady telling me to meet her in the local pub down the street from her place. 7:30 pm sharp, I was to meet her in the back room and bring my own paddle. She signed her letter Stephanie.I was mesmerized by the mere fact that this could be what I had been waiting on my whole life. Thursday night was busy for me. I went and got my hair cut and had myself naired from chest to toes, front and back. So when friday night finally came, I almost came . I made a special trip to the local smut store and picked up a sturdy thick leather paddle with holes all over it. i swallowed the lump in my throat as I paid for it and proceeded down the street to the pub.

Slowly I opened the door to the pub. Instantly the darkness took over, making it hard for me to see. I made my way to the back room which had a "doorman" standing outside. With slight intrepidation I walked forward closer to him. He said "name". I said I was here to see a Ms, Stephanie. He moved aside and allowed me to go inside. This room was darker if that makes any sense and there were even candles all over the place. There were a few ladies in the room already I was floored by their beautiful feet. perfectly painted toes I noticed as I walked past each one. Just as I was walking past a long red couch, the lady reached out and grabbed my pants leg. Tugging me down until I slumped on the floor at her feet. I could only surmise at that point that this was my Ms. Stephanie. I averted my gaze immediately to not look directly in the face of the lovely woman. She was a light skinned african american goddess. her perfectly red painted toes made my poor little cock ache just looking at them.

I sat silently at her feet for a few moments before begging to worship her feet. She smacked my head hard and said for me to get to it. As I was busy worshipping her magnificent feet, another male sat down beside her and gave her a little kiss. I barely looked up while relishing the fact that the woman I had corresponded with was finally before me, or more so I before her. She and her gentleman friend began to make out passionately. Every few seconds she would glance down at me with a glare that sent shivers down my spine. These shivers were preparing me for the ass whipping I had coming later with the paddle I bought. The mere thought of that made my little dick almost burst right through my jeans. I was so embarassed thinking that I may be leaking precum by this point, but dared not take my mouth off those perfect feet and toes.

I caught slight glimpses of her as she made out with her gentleman friend. I could tell it was going to turn into a pleasant night for her. Her paramour was really into kissing her and groping her overly large breasts as he looked down on me fromm time to time smiling slightly with a sadistic twist. That little paddle I purchased was sitting in the back of my brain as a reminder of what was to come. My aching cock and soon to be my aching ass, but I would crawl over broken glass for her at this point. My subspace fog was slowly creeping in and filling my brain and taking over. I think surely I would have sucked his toes if instructed, and im not a big fan of male feet at all.

After some time had passed The lovely lady took one of her perfect and feet and pushed me away from here and her gentleman friend. She instructed me to go. I crawled back slowly dumbfounded. Grabbed my paddle and got to my feet and slowly walked out of the room. Stood outside the room for a minute collecting my thoughts. Unsure of what was totally happening, I made my way out the door of the club and made my way home. My head in a fog I dont even remember getting home, but apparently waking up in my bed the next morning only provided a small iota of info of that last night.

Got up finally and made myself some coffee. Sat down at my computer to check my email messages and was a bit stunned when I saw I had another message from my goddess from the night before. It was a last minute email saying how she was immensely sorry that she couldnt make our meeting, but wanted to make up for it by meeting me at a local coffee shop later with the possibility for play later in the day/evening. I was a bit floored by that point. If it wasnt my beautiful goddess that I had served last night, to whom had I served? My mind began trying to remember and of course overthinking every aspect of that last night. I finally snapped out of it and went about my day trying not to leak precum while running my errands in anticipation of my night to be. I couldnt wait to see what she had in store for me.