[Whispering Dom]

With trembling hands, I pull my boxers down and let them fall to the floor. I’m too confused, and to be honest too intimidated not to mention embarrassed to be aroused. She takes a step back and takes a look at me. I’m trembling. Then she looks up at me, hands me her water glass.

“Could I have a refill please.” My mind is swirling, what the fuck is she doing. I’m standing here naked like she asked me, no told me to, and now she’s just asking me to fill her glass with water. In a haze of confusion I turn to the sink and fill it, then turn round and hand it to her. I notice as I turn that she’d been looking at my butt. “Thanks.” She looks up at me and smiles. “Let’s sit down.” I want to go back to bed because I also realize that I’m beginning to get turned on. Just a little, but of course it’ll be quite obvious to her. I sigh inwardly. Yes, being naked in front of a clothed woman is definitely a fantasy that turns me on.

She pulls out a chair from the kitchen table, sits and indicates for me to sit also. Resignedly I pull out a chair and sit, I’m too hungover to fight. I try to keep my cock wedged between my legs, and keep my legs clamped shut, but that still isn’t going to hide from her that I’m getting hard. Despite my arousal I really don’t feel comfortable, I like to feel in control in my relationships with women, and the whole being naked in front of a clothed woman thing? I think I may have watched too much porn and make a mental note that drunkenly talking about fantasies might not after all be the best way to get laid.

“Well, you weren’t lying” she says with a grin. “That clearly is a fantasy for you.” I don’t really know what to say, but she continues anyway. “Are you enjoying yourself?” I feel my face flush hot. Suddenly she stands up and walks to the counter. I have no idea what’s going on. She puts her glass on the counter then turns back to me, a tea towel in her hands. I watch silently as she walks behind me. “Put your hands behind the chair.” I look at her, swallow hard. She stares at me, and not knowing what else to do, I do what she tells me and feel her wrap the tea towel around my wrists and tie them together. She walks back around and sits back down on her chair.

By now I’m hard, and since this was just a fantasy, not something that had ever actually happened, at least not until now, I’m surprised to find both the situation and my arousal painfully embarrassing. Humiliating even. Not at all how I’d imagined it… I keep my legs clamped tightly together, but my cock is threatening to spring free, almost too hard now to keep wedged between them. I look hopelessly at Julie. I guess she’s angry about yesterday, about last night. Did I offend her? Is she trying to humiliate me because of things I did or said? Well, if she is it’s definitely working. I watch as she stretches her leg out, and with her toes start to push my legs apart. I try to resist. She looks at me.

“Spread your legs.” I look at her and realize she’s not asking. She’s ordering me to do it. I want to argue with her, apologize, tell her enough is enough, she’s made her point. I shake my head, feel another stab of pain. “Spread your legs.” She repeats quietly. With a defeated sigh I do so. My head hurts, I have no fight in me. I still feel humiliated, but the arousal is completely out in the open now, I’m fully erect. I close my eyes for a moment, have no idea where this is going. Surely if she’d wanted to have sex with me she’d have taken the offer last night.

I start as I feel something touch my leg and open my eyes. Julie is running the toes of her right foot up my left leg.

“Maybe we should try out another of your naughty fantasies” she says, and I swallow hard. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” It’s not a question. I must have told her I have a thing about women’s feet. Oh god. She moves her chair a little closer then starts running her toes up my leg again, all the way up, dipping between my legs, and I feel her flicking my balls with them. I whimper quietly, humiliation surging through me. She’s rubbing my balls with her toes. I want to close my legs, to end this, but at the same time I think she might be trying to make me cum, and if I’m honest, she’s doing a really good job of it. I moan out loud as I feel her run her toes up my cock.

“You really do have quite a lot of dirty fantasies, don’t you.” She’s looking at me, still massaging my cock with her toes. I look at her pitifully, but I don’t speak. “Did you like my fantasies then?” I swallow hard, I don’t remember her telling me any of her fantasies. I must have been too drunk.

“I-I don’t really remember…” I stutter, and she laughs out loud and squeezes my cock with her toes.

“Really?” She says. I nod, squirming as she keeps playing with my cock. Did she say she likes to jerk guys off with her feet? I rack my brain, but I can’t remember a thing. “Well, let’s see how long it takes you to figure out what I told you then shall we.” She has a smile on her face that frankly, if it weren’t for my arousal, would freeze the blood in my veins. As it is, I think I’m about to cum very hard. Then her foot is gone…

She stands up and walks to the kitchen counter and starts opening and looking into the drawers. After a few moments of shuffling things around she brings her hands out and I see she’s holding a pair of scissors. Now my blood really does freeze. Fuck, did she say her fantasy was to cut a guy’s cock off? Or worse. I’ve had enough of this. I try to release my hands, but they are tied tightly together, so I try to get up and at least get out of the room, maybe I can lock myself in the bathroom… As I move to stand she turns quickly and pushes me back down and I sit painfully on my hands. I think I might have sprained my wrist, it’s fucking painful.

“Did I say I was finished with you?” she says coldly.

“Look Julie” I say. “Please, I don’t know what you want from me… If I upset you yesterday I’m really sorry. I mean it. Really sorry. Just please, let’s stop this, Ok?” She laughs.

“You didn’t upset me at all, I had a great time yesterday, and now we’re just experimenting with each others fantasies. Aren’t we?” She looks at me. “Isn’t that what you want?” I look at her. I’m so confused, not to mention so humiliated considering she nearly just tossed me off with her foot. “Have you figured out what my fantasy is yet?” She asks. I shake my head, trying to think.

“No, not really.” I look up at her. “You like to jerk guys off with your feet?” She shrugs but shakes her head. I look at the scissors. “Do you like to inflict pain?” I say swallowing hard. She laughs and shakes her head again.

“No. Although a little pain can be a fun thing… Don’t you think?” Looking at the scissors, no, I don’t think. “Well, since you haven’t got it yet, let’s continue shall we.” I gulp. “Now, sit back in the chair and spread your legs for me.” Since she’s pulled the scissors out, my fear has completely overcome my arousal, and I’m no longer hard, not at all. Taking a deep breath I sit back and once again spread my legs for her. I’m slightly reassured that she’s not going to cut my balls or cock off, but not fully, whatever I don’t want to upset her since I have a sneaking suspicion she may be crazy.

She approaches me and kneels between my legs. She lifts the scissors and I take in a deep breath. I think I may have whimpered like a girl too, because she looks up at me for a moment and laughs quietly. She brings the scissors up - and cuts off a whole thatch of my pubic hair. Then more. I just watch, mesmerized as she keeps clipping away. She lifts her other hand to hold my cock out of the way, and of course, the feel of her touch starts to get me hard again, and as I do, she starts to stroke it, all the while continuing to snip away my hair.

It takes maybe three or four minutes, but where once there was a thick dark thatch of hair there is now just a light grey stubble, and she’s still languidly stroking my cock, and again I think she may be trying to make me cum.

“You know” she says. “That really does look much better.” And she looks up at me and smiles. “Maybe later I’ll take a picture of it and send it to Lizzie, I think she might like it like this.” I wince painfully imagining her doing that, I mean I doubt Lizzie is my greatest fan anyway after my repeated failed attempts to get her into bed. And with that she bends forward and takes me in her mouth, sliding her lips up and down me a few times before coming back up and settling back on her haunches, looking up at me. “Yes.” She says. “Really much better.” To say I’m bewildered is a complete understatement. I have absolutely no idea what is going on, on the one hand she’s scaring me senseless, on the other I’m incredibly aroused. I watch as she stands up and puts the scissors back in their drawer, and as I see that I breath a huge sigh of relief. She turns and sits back down on her chair and looks at me.

“So, clearly you do like being naked with a clothed woman.” She says it like she’s ticking things off a list. “And did you like it when I played with you with my foot then?” I swallow hard, but nod. “Is that your fantasy about feet? To be jerked off by a woman using her feet?” She’s looking at me.

“I-I don’t know… It’s more of a general thing I think…” My voice tails off. I look at her helplessly. “I mean yeah, you nearly made me cum, but…” I shut up before I incriminate myself further.

“Oooh, really?” She says. “So I’m good with my feet am I?” And she laughs, and then lifts her foot again and starts massaging me with it. I moan out loud. “But if it’s a general thing, maybe you like kissing feet…” And with that she lifts her foot higher until it’s right in front of my face. “Go on” she says. “Do it.” I can’t really say that’s part of my fantasy, but I lean forward and quickly kiss the ball of her foot. She leaves her foot there and wiggles her toes. I take the hint, and give each toe a quick peck. I sit back, utterly humiliated as she drops her foot to my cock again. “I hope you can control yourself though. You’re not to cum, you understand?” I look at her helplessly, but nod my head.

“I’ll try.” But as she massages my cock with her toes I’m not sure I’ll succeed.

“So” she says brightly. “Have you figured out my fantasy yet?” I have no idea, despite her saying it’s not a fantasy to jerk a guy off with her foot she sure seems to be enjoying trying it with me, but now I’m also thinking maybe she likes shaved guys… I shake my head. “Well, we’ll just have to keep going a bit more then, won’t we.” Suddenly she pulls her foot away. “You know” she says. “Much as I’m very much enjoying all this, I don’t really think it’s right that you get all the pleasure.” I look at her. “I mean that’s not fair, is it.” Again I’m bewildered. Now what? “No.” She continues. “I’ve sat here with you completely naked, played with you, nearly getting you to cum, and what have I got out of it?” I shake my head in confusion. “I think I want to cum.” I must look like an idiot, because she laughs. “Get on your knees.”

“Huh?” She’s looking straight at me.

“I said… Get down on your knees. Now. In front of me.” Slowly I slip down off the chair and kneel in front of her. I have to say, it feels really weird being down on my knees in front of this petite girl, not an experience I’ve had before. “You are going to have the privilege of giving me an orgasm.” She says it very matter of factly. No idea what she means by privilege, I love making women cum. Of course, with my hands tied behind my back… Maybe she’ll untie them. I’m looking up at her, still sitting on the chair, and suddenly she grabs her shorts and pulls them down and off. She’s totally smooth there, and she spreads her legs. She’s looking down at me. “Well?” She says. “Go on then.”

I hesitate just for a moment, and since my hands are still restrained behind my back I lean forward and kiss her lips. She spreads her legs wider and I start to lick between them. I hear her sigh and feel her slide a little forward on her chair. I look up, her eyes are open, looking at me. I return to her. Now, I like going down on women, but with my hands tied behind my back not only does it feel really humiliating but it’s much harder to keep balanced. But I try, it just means my face is pushed harder against her than it would be if my hands were free and I was able to rest them on her body. I keep licking at her, probing and she’s bucking her hips and moaning quietly, I feel her start to push herself against my face, increasing the pressure, and now I want to make her cum, want to feel her climax against my face.

I push my tongue deep inside her, then come back out and lap quickly at her clit. My face is wet from my saliva and her arousal, I hear her gasp, feel her shudder and then feel her hips jerk as she orgasms. My face still between her legs I let out my own stifled moan of arousal, keep kissing at her lips, feeling her jerk as little aftershocks are triggered. I stay there between her legs, softly kissing her, finally I sense her sitting back up in the chair and I sit back on my haunches. I’m absolutely throbbing with arousal, my cock feels like it’s going to explode.