milagros317
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Birthday Sessions (F/m)
This is the story of two sessions with Goddess Shelly in on consecutive days in March 2013. Although held about a week before my birthday on two consecutive days, they were in honor of my birthday.
It is an F/m story which includes extreme bondage, tickle torture, foot worship, sock and boot worship, and spanking. If any of that might offend you, then don’t read it. Both of the characters in the story are over the age of 21.
Day One
I am ready for Goddess Shelly’s arrival, wearing my collar, ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs. All are buckled but I have only locked on the ankle cuffs. I let her into the building via the intercom system and go to the door. I peer out to watch for the elevator, careful to show only my eyes and not my collar. This time my precaution is necessary; one of my neighbors is in the hall waiting for the elevator. He looks at my open door, catches my eye for a moment, and looks back to the elevator. When it arrives, Goddess Shelly steps out, as tall, elegant, and beautiful as ever. My neighbor glances at her as she goes by him and enters my apartment. I have simultaneously opened the door wide for her while kneeling out of sight behind it.
Goddess Shelly double locks the door behind her as I kneel at her feet. She locks my collar on first, then both wrist cuffs.
She orders me to kiss her boots five times on each instep. I do so. She turns away from me and bends one knee, raising her booted foot in front of me. She orders me to kiss the sole of that boot 25 times. I do so. She raises the other foot and I kiss the sole of her other boot 25 times as well.
Goddess Shelly now sits on the couch and indicates that I should begin groveling. I lie down on the floor, prone, my arms around one of her boots. I alternate between speaking (telling her how wonderful she is, how beautiful, smart, talented, and dominant), and kissing the instep of that boot. She places her other boot on the back of my head, pressing down enough so that I feel the pressure, but not hard enough to cause pain.
After some time I ask her to be allowed to lie down on my back and kiss the sole of her boot instead. She allows me to do so. I now alternate between telling her how wonderful she is and kissing the sole of her boot. She playfully kicks me in the nose or in the chin from time to time, using no force at all, just tapping me, to make sure I fully understand the power dynamic between us. Immediately after each such kick I kiss the sole of the boot that kicked me to show that I do understand it.
Goddess Shelly removes her boots, one by one. She holds each one out for me to sniff the inside. She is wearing thick black athletic socks under the boots. She shoves her socked feet into my face, one by one, allowing me to sniff the socks for ten or fifteen seconds. She removes the socks, one by one, revealing her narrow, elegant size 8½ bare feet. She holds out the socks for me to sniff again.
“These socks will be your birthday present tomorrow,” she tells me.
“Oh, thank you so much,” I answer.
“You may begin now,” she says. “30 licks on each sole.”
I cradle the heel of her left foot in my hand, and lick the sole, from heel to toe, over and over again. This is the greatest privilege she allows me, to lick the bare soles of her sacred feet. I feel as if I’m in heaven. Finally, the 30 licks are done.
“Thank you, thank you ever so much,” I say, kissing the ball of her foot.
Without a word, she puts her right foot in front of me and I do the same, licking her sole 30 times, kissing the ball of her foot afterward, and thanking her.
“The multiplier today is fourteen,” she says.
Having gotten 60 licks on her bare soles, this means that I will pay for it by being spanked with 840 swats. She has five implements to choose from: a ping-pong paddle, a wooden spoon, a wooden spatula, a wooden paddle, 18 inches long, and a bamboo cane with a leather handle, also 18 inches long. I get down on all fours in position for her to spank me. She has me kiss the bamboo cane (the most feared of the five implements) before she begins.
She spanks me hard enough to hurt and cause redness but not hard enough to bruise. I can’t watch her bare feet as she spanks me because she orders me to keep my nose in one of her empty boots while she spanks me.
“Is it sore?” she asks as she finishes the 840th spank.
“Yes, very sore,” I reply.
She sits down and puts her socks back on. “Lick the sole of each sock sixty times,” she orders.
I lick the fuzzy sole of her right sock sixty times.
“May I please have some water to swallow your sock lint?” I ask when I’m done.
She allows me drink water from a bottle.
“Thank you, it is a great honor to swallow your sock lint,” I say.
We repeat the same process on her left sock. When it’s done, she takes off the now wet socks and hangs them to dry on the radiator near the couch.
Next I am ordered to give Goddess Shelly a foot massage. I have been watching several massage videos over and over again, at her direction, in the hopes of improving my technique. She admits that my massage work has improved somewhat, but is clear that much more practice is needed. I thank her for the privilege of massaging her sacred bare feet.
When the massage is done, Goddess Shelly directs me to kneel by the corner of the bed and put my hands through the grillwork in the footboard. She cuffs my thumbs, trapping me in place, and tickles my ribs briefly. She takes a bathroom break and then arranges the bondage implements on the bed to her satisfaction. She then laces a leather hood around my head and puts the blindfold portion onto the hood, but not the gag portion. She unlocks the thumb cuffs.
She now directs me to get on the bed and lie down there. She uses both an under-the-mattress restraint set with four Velcro cuffs and ropes to secure me to the bed, spread-eagled. (Sorry, no photo of this phase but you can see the four-posted bed in the photos below.)
“Do you know what comes next?” she asks.
“I can guess, but I don’t want to be presumptuous,” I say. Goddess Shelly is unpredictable and hates it when I presume that I know what she will do next.
“What is your guess?” she asks.
“Tickle torture,” I say.
No sooner do I say so then she assaults my left armpit and the left side of my rib cage. She digs in with gusto. I howl with laughter, thoroughly enjoying the tickling.
Over the next 75 minutes, she explores every ticklish part of my body, from my feet to my neck, and even tickles my lips through the open mouth hole of the hood. She uses medical adhesive tape to attach an electric toothbrush to my inner thigh, laughing at me and taunting me when she sees the reaction that it produces.
She tickles me to her heart’s content, continuing to come back to most ticklish spots, my armpits, very often.
By the time she is done, I am exhausted and my armpits are sore, but I am very happy.
Goddess Shelly decides next that I need some more bondage training and straps many belts around me. (See photos below.)
While I am in the belt bondage, she calls an Indian restaurant and orders two lamb dishes with rice and Nan to be delivered. When the food arrives, she prepares a plate for herself and one for me. She tells me that I will be given the privilege of eating in her presence, for which I sincerely thank her, and she unbelts me.
We talk during dinner, about many things, not just about fetish activities. She is highly intelligent and very wise, far wiser than I am.
When dinner is over, she reminds me to set the clocks ahead one hour and notes that she will see me again in just about 12 hours.
End of Day One
This is the story of two sessions with Goddess Shelly in on consecutive days in March 2013. Although held about a week before my birthday on two consecutive days, they were in honor of my birthday.
It is an F/m story which includes extreme bondage, tickle torture, foot worship, sock and boot worship, and spanking. If any of that might offend you, then don’t read it. Both of the characters in the story are over the age of 21.
Day One
I am ready for Goddess Shelly’s arrival, wearing my collar, ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs. All are buckled but I have only locked on the ankle cuffs. I let her into the building via the intercom system and go to the door. I peer out to watch for the elevator, careful to show only my eyes and not my collar. This time my precaution is necessary; one of my neighbors is in the hall waiting for the elevator. He looks at my open door, catches my eye for a moment, and looks back to the elevator. When it arrives, Goddess Shelly steps out, as tall, elegant, and beautiful as ever. My neighbor glances at her as she goes by him and enters my apartment. I have simultaneously opened the door wide for her while kneeling out of sight behind it.
Goddess Shelly double locks the door behind her as I kneel at her feet. She locks my collar on first, then both wrist cuffs.
She orders me to kiss her boots five times on each instep. I do so. She turns away from me and bends one knee, raising her booted foot in front of me. She orders me to kiss the sole of that boot 25 times. I do so. She raises the other foot and I kiss the sole of her other boot 25 times as well.
Goddess Shelly now sits on the couch and indicates that I should begin groveling. I lie down on the floor, prone, my arms around one of her boots. I alternate between speaking (telling her how wonderful she is, how beautiful, smart, talented, and dominant), and kissing the instep of that boot. She places her other boot on the back of my head, pressing down enough so that I feel the pressure, but not hard enough to cause pain.
After some time I ask her to be allowed to lie down on my back and kiss the sole of her boot instead. She allows me to do so. I now alternate between telling her how wonderful she is and kissing the sole of her boot. She playfully kicks me in the nose or in the chin from time to time, using no force at all, just tapping me, to make sure I fully understand the power dynamic between us. Immediately after each such kick I kiss the sole of the boot that kicked me to show that I do understand it.
Goddess Shelly removes her boots, one by one. She holds each one out for me to sniff the inside. She is wearing thick black athletic socks under the boots. She shoves her socked feet into my face, one by one, allowing me to sniff the socks for ten or fifteen seconds. She removes the socks, one by one, revealing her narrow, elegant size 8½ bare feet. She holds out the socks for me to sniff again.
“These socks will be your birthday present tomorrow,” she tells me.
“Oh, thank you so much,” I answer.
“You may begin now,” she says. “30 licks on each sole.”
I cradle the heel of her left foot in my hand, and lick the sole, from heel to toe, over and over again. This is the greatest privilege she allows me, to lick the bare soles of her sacred feet. I feel as if I’m in heaven. Finally, the 30 licks are done.
“Thank you, thank you ever so much,” I say, kissing the ball of her foot.
Without a word, she puts her right foot in front of me and I do the same, licking her sole 30 times, kissing the ball of her foot afterward, and thanking her.
“The multiplier today is fourteen,” she says.
Having gotten 60 licks on her bare soles, this means that I will pay for it by being spanked with 840 swats. She has five implements to choose from: a ping-pong paddle, a wooden spoon, a wooden spatula, a wooden paddle, 18 inches long, and a bamboo cane with a leather handle, also 18 inches long. I get down on all fours in position for her to spank me. She has me kiss the bamboo cane (the most feared of the five implements) before she begins.
She spanks me hard enough to hurt and cause redness but not hard enough to bruise. I can’t watch her bare feet as she spanks me because she orders me to keep my nose in one of her empty boots while she spanks me.
“Is it sore?” she asks as she finishes the 840th spank.
“Yes, very sore,” I reply.
She sits down and puts her socks back on. “Lick the sole of each sock sixty times,” she orders.
I lick the fuzzy sole of her right sock sixty times.
“May I please have some water to swallow your sock lint?” I ask when I’m done.
She allows me drink water from a bottle.
“Thank you, it is a great honor to swallow your sock lint,” I say.
We repeat the same process on her left sock. When it’s done, she takes off the now wet socks and hangs them to dry on the radiator near the couch.
Next I am ordered to give Goddess Shelly a foot massage. I have been watching several massage videos over and over again, at her direction, in the hopes of improving my technique. She admits that my massage work has improved somewhat, but is clear that much more practice is needed. I thank her for the privilege of massaging her sacred bare feet.
When the massage is done, Goddess Shelly directs me to kneel by the corner of the bed and put my hands through the grillwork in the footboard. She cuffs my thumbs, trapping me in place, and tickles my ribs briefly. She takes a bathroom break and then arranges the bondage implements on the bed to her satisfaction. She then laces a leather hood around my head and puts the blindfold portion onto the hood, but not the gag portion. She unlocks the thumb cuffs.
She now directs me to get on the bed and lie down there. She uses both an under-the-mattress restraint set with four Velcro cuffs and ropes to secure me to the bed, spread-eagled. (Sorry, no photo of this phase but you can see the four-posted bed in the photos below.)
“Do you know what comes next?” she asks.
“I can guess, but I don’t want to be presumptuous,” I say. Goddess Shelly is unpredictable and hates it when I presume that I know what she will do next.
“What is your guess?” she asks.
“Tickle torture,” I say.
No sooner do I say so then she assaults my left armpit and the left side of my rib cage. She digs in with gusto. I howl with laughter, thoroughly enjoying the tickling.
Over the next 75 minutes, she explores every ticklish part of my body, from my feet to my neck, and even tickles my lips through the open mouth hole of the hood. She uses medical adhesive tape to attach an electric toothbrush to my inner thigh, laughing at me and taunting me when she sees the reaction that it produces.
She tickles me to her heart’s content, continuing to come back to most ticklish spots, my armpits, very often.
By the time she is done, I am exhausted and my armpits are sore, but I am very happy.
Goddess Shelly decides next that I need some more bondage training and straps many belts around me. (See photos below.)
While I am in the belt bondage, she calls an Indian restaurant and orders two lamb dishes with rice and Nan to be delivered. When the food arrives, she prepares a plate for herself and one for me. She tells me that I will be given the privilege of eating in her presence, for which I sincerely thank her, and she unbelts me.
We talk during dinner, about many things, not just about fetish activities. She is highly intelligent and very wise, far wiser than I am.
When dinner is over, she reminds me to set the clocks ahead one hour and notes that she will see me again in just about 12 hours.
End of Day One
for posting the story and pics. You are a lucky guy. If she were in LA I know I would be visiting her a lot. She is AWESOME. 
