'Have I made the biggest mistake of my life?' He was staring intensely at the wooden two-door before him.
"If you were to be hurt, we would've done it by now." The receptionist's words rang in his ears, making perfect sense.
'But what if I'm walking straight into a trap?'
His head was hurting. But this was his only chance.
So, he clenched his fists, blinked hard and then pushed the two-door open.
Silence.
There was an enormous room in front of his eyes: soothing, warm light was illuminating from the ceiling. A large bookshelf was beside the night table, and couches of cream color sat five steps away from the bed.
The hotel room was strikingly similar to the apartment he shared with his girlfriend. But he could not see her until he took a step forward.
A rush of blood whiplashed through his body. He saw his girlfriend lying on the bed, reading the same book she'd recently grown obsessed with.
His chest contracted. He could not move an inch.
"Hey? You're home," she said and sat up, putting her book aside.
His brain had stopped working.
"Are you fine?" Her brows creased and she stood up. She quickly walked to him, grasped his hand and led him to the bed.
He sat down, staring at her as if he were staring at a ghost.
"Babe, you're scaring me," she said and put a palm to his forehead, checking for a fever. Her touch electrified him. He was pulled back into his senses and he quickly seized her wrist.
He didn't realize he was still staring at her, squeezing her wrist tightly. It caused her to wince and jerk her wrist away in pain. "God! What is wrong with you!"
He flinched. "I'm—I'm sorry. I'm very sorry." He grasped her palm, stroking it, totally out of his mind.
"What is wrong with you?"
He didn't hear her. She asked twice and he still didn't hear her.
"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" She jerked him harshly, which finally got him to stop stroking her wrist.
But it raised his heartbeat. He had already decided to tell her the truth. This was the right moment. "I—I need to tell you something…"
"What is it?" She was concerned.
He forced himself to meet her eyes, his pulse increasing. "I—I need you to listen carefully and not panic."
"What?" Her tone shifted from concerned to scared.
"It's—it's about me… Something I've been wanting to tell you for so long."
"What is it?"
He inhaled, blinked hard and then blurted out, "I'm—I'm a sub."
"What?"
As he expected, she didn't know what he meant. So, he pulled her palm into his lap and explained.
He told her about his desire to give up control and to live under her command.
"Please don't leave me! I can try to not want it. We can just forget about it. I just wanted to tell you, nothing else. You don't have to accept this or try to like it. I just wanted to—needed to tell you."
She held his wrists. "Calm down. I'm not going anywhere."
"No. I'll fix it. Just don't leave me."
"Hey! Calm down… I'm not going anywhere." She tightened her grasp around his wrists. "I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere. Calm down."
"But—"
"Why are you making this such a big deal? It's not big. You could've told me about this a while ago." She seemed completely unfazed.
Was he panicking for no reason? Had he been hiding his truth for no reason when she was accepting of his nature?
"Now, stop panicking and teach me how to be a dom." She sounded so normal with the request.
"W—what?" His brows creased.
"Teach me how to do it; how to dominate you. It's not that big of a deal. I might like it and if I don't, I'll still do it for you."
He was taken aback by her words. He couldn't believe it. It was a dream. For sure it was a dream. But was he not there to live the same dream?
"No. We'll forget about it. I'll never bring this up," he said.
"Stop overthinking and just teach me."
"Really?"
"Yeah… stop wasting time already." She looked somewhat done with him being so fearful.
"O—okay, wait let me think."
He thought, his mind still in amazement. How could she be normal after learning his darkest truth?
"And?" She asked, hammering the path of him going back into his mind full of confusion.
"Uh—yeah. You can—you can order me to kneel for you." He watched for any look of disgust on her face. But there wasn't. She seemed alright with the request, thinking about something.
"Okay, then…. kneel for me."
His body churned with different feelings, heating up, tingling, and confused—all at the same time.
"Y—yes. I'll kneel for you." He was still awry, but excitement could not be contained once a sub had gotten what he had been dying for.
He got up and knelt on the floor. He put his palms on his thighs, and lowered his head, his heart tingling, his stomach churning.
Suddenly, she chuckled, making him close his eyes out of embarrassment. He thought she was chuckling at how pathetic he was to like kneeling for her.
But she said, "You look adorable like that."
His eyes sprung up at her, his heart skipping a beat. Was he dreaming that she said that? Did she like seeing him like that?
Suddenly he couldn't breathe, his breaths hitching in his throat.
She noticed the red flush on his cheeks, and his heaving chest. "What? What is wrong?" She reached for his cheeks, her eyes darting at him.
"N—nothing. I just—" His mind was dizzying. "I—I just liked it when you said that."
Her palms suddenly left his cheeks. She went quiet, her eyes dark.
He knew what that look was. Once again he was astonished. He had never seen that look on her face, never expected to see it ever on her face—the look of a domme reveling in her power.
"What's next?" She asked, her tone cold as ice.
"Pet me as a reward when I complete your given task." He just kept staring at the stillness on her face, his chest burning.
"What does it do?"
"It—it validates a sub's service and makes us want to obey even more…"
"Hmm.." She hummed and slowly slipped her fingers into his strands. His breathing seized in his chest. She stroked his head.
That's when his breathing returned.
She continued stroking. He was slowly melting, losing his composure. He was losing his sense of awareness when suddenly she yanked his head back by his strands, making him meet her eyes.
"You look like you're enjoying this." She smirked.
He gently smiled, his eyes dazed, "Yes, Mistress. I am." She chuckled. "Mistress?"
"Yes, you're my Mistress." He smiled even more, delighted, completely out of his mind.
"Then, what should your Mistress do next?"
"Tease my cock, please… with your feet."
"Your cock? With my feet? That's real filthy stuff you like."
"Am I filthy, Mistress?" He wanted her to call him filthy and laugh at him for it.
She did. She chuckled, "You really are a filthy boy."
He felt his dick twitch inside his pants, his smile getting brighter at her. It was as if he had an orgasm just by her calling him filthy.
"Look at you enjoying it," she said as she reached for his crotch with her foot.
He instantly felt jolts down his spine upon her foot rubbing his dick, his eyes rolling behind his skull.
She chuckled watching him bite his lower lip and added her other foot, stroking his cock with just her toes.
"Mistress…" He moaned, his hands holding him against the floor behind his hips.
She continued rubbing, smiling, and watching him.
Suddenly she stopped. The sweet friction of his underwear against his crotch also stopped.
His eyes opened and he looked at her. "Why did you stop, Mistress?"
"You weren't looking at me, and it's no fun teasing your cock while you're still wearing your pants."
He nodded and quickly removed his pants and underwear, taking his seat back on the floor. "I'll look at you now."
He looked at her with eager eyes, awaiting her.
She smirked, staring at him. She then caressed his cheek and planted her feet back on his crotch, this time bare—skin to skin.
He instantly began whimpering as her feet began stroking his cock, from the base to the tip.
"You like it?" She asked, looking straight into his eyes.
He nodded, his eyes flickering and his body burning from pleasure.
Suddenly, her eyes dropped. His eyes dropped with theirs. He saw his pre-cum coating her feet.
"This is so much fun. You're leaking just from a little bit of stroking."
"Mistress, can you please stroke me faster?"
"Is it not enough?" She asked, teasing the tip of his cock with her toe.
"N—No. I—I want more." His breaths hitched, his eyes losing their composure.
He knew there was something different about her; that is why he fell in love with her. Now, he knew what was different. He had chosen a domme unconsciously.
"Please, Mistress."
She smirked and began stroking him faster, watching him. While he shattered—a mess under the pressure of her feet pleasuring him—she made him feel what he never felt before.
Being under her feet, being in her control, it was way better than any of his imagination.
He wanted to stay there for the rest of his life, obey her and please her.
He'd found his heaven.
"I'm going to cum!" He moaned.
"Yeah? Should I let you know if it's really in my hands?"
"Mistress, please…"
"I don't know why, but I want to see you suffer some more."
"Mistress, please….."
"Just a little longer. You want a reward, right?"
"Yes! I do!"
"Then hold it in."
Her sweetness, her coldness was killing him.
"I can't anymore, Mistress. Please!"
"Alright. Cum."
His body came undone with her command, his throat growling, his mind spinning. His hard cock pulsated, red and burning.
"I've never seen you cum this much and this intensely." She chuckled, watching him still quivering and whimpering, still cumming.
He grasped her legs, weak from the torment. "Mistress."
"Are you fine?" She ran a hand over his head. He quickly gave into her palm, looking at her with a sweaty and flushed face—satisfied.
"I've never been better, Mistress."
"Come." She spread her arms.
Before he fell into her embrace, he said, "Let me clean your feet, Mistress. I've soiled them."
She watched him bow down and lick her feet clean with enthusiasm and such affection she'd never seen before.
"Oh my God!" She pulled him into her arms, falling behind on the mattress. "You're one special boy." She wiped his mouth clean, putting his face against her chest.
He snuggled into her arms and said, "I'm so happy, Mistress."
"I'm glad, baby."
Abruptly, his eyes unbolted to the alarm bell on his phone. He sprung up, his eyes blinking so hard as if he had been hit by a wall.
It took him a minute to realize he was back in his house, his heart racing.
There was a weight of a thousand pounds over his chest, and his mind was still trying to accept the fact that he was in his house.
He turned to his left, his eyes darting. His girlfriend was sleeping right next to him, her naked back facing him with so much relaxation. He took a deep breath and ran a hand over her head.
"Even if it was just in that place, at least I told you the truth. And you accepted me."
END OF THE SMUT
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