In the car, the Goddess and I.
In my perspective, I was sitting in the passenger seat, feeling like a royal princess while he drove. It was so perfect, like he was my chauffeur and I was his queen. We arrived at the park faster than anticipated, finding a secluded spot that was all ours. He glanced at me with curiosity and inquired, "Do you like where we parked?"
I replied with a grin, "Yes, I do." He appeared more at ease, and I loved it when he struggled to hold in his arousal, unsure if he should touch my hand or my face.
"Let's head to the back seat," I instructed.
"Yes!"
We both hastily moved into the backseat, and I noticed his unease due to not knowing what would happen next. I enjoyed surprising him.
From his vantage point, he admired his gorgeous queen. I'd wait a few days before giving in to my needs, but the wait was always worth it. His eyes feasted on my tennis shoes, socks, shorts. I loved the way his gaze traveled up and down my legs and thighs. Once in the back seat, he looked eager and apprehensive. I suspected it was because I liked to surprise him. I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
He hesitated and asked, "Am I allowed to touch your chest?"
"Not yet," I replied, my hand casually settling beside him on the seat.
He misinterpreted my relaxed pose as a signal, so he straddled me and moved to sit on my lap, grinning from ear to ear. My heart raced. This woman, my goddess, was so arousing; I couldn't handle it. My body began moving involuntarily.
I smiled cheekily and ordered, "Stop bucking. Only I get to grind when I think you deserve it."
He groaned, seemingly annoyed.
"You're going to be still," I admonished.
"But why?" he protested, hazardously touching my hips and breasts.
"Because I'll have no choice but to force you into submission if you disobey," I warned.,
I coverd his nose and mouth, controlling his ability to breathe freely. He lasted a short 10 seconds before squirming and wriggling, attempting to escape. I removed my hands, enabling him to inhale, then instructed, "Foot massage time. Keep still."
"No," he insisted, still trying to catch his breath.
"Fine," I said, using my hands to obstruct his nose and mouth again, making him gasp for air. "40 seconds," I timed silently, watching as his struggle intensified. Eventually he stopped moving, exhausted.
"Wow, you made it to a minute," I praised, before letting go and allowing him to breathe. I repositioned myself to avoid touching his erection and ordered, "Give me a foot massage."
"Yes, Goddess."
"Take my socks off," I commanded.
He complied, admiring the sight of my white-polished toes and arched feet.
"You're so beautiful," he said. "Your feet are sexy."
"You're going to give me a foot massage now," I demanded once my socks were off.
"No," was his feisty response.
"Fine," I threatened, covering his nose and mouth with my hands once more. He lasted only 10 seconds before flailing his head back and forth in a desperate attempt to breathe. I removed my hands and positioned both my feet on his shoulder and the other on his face.
"Again, 40 seconds," I challenged.
"Yes, Goddess," he groaned, just as he did before. I removed my feet, giving his hands back to him and swiftly moved onto his chest. "You must be excited," I teased. "You're hard."
"Yes, Goddess." He sighed, straining with the effort of containing his urgency.
"You've never massaged my feet. How are you supposed to know what I like?" I played innocently. He didn't respond, overwhelmed by thoughts of my beautiful, sexy feet. His view of me between his feet left him feeling conflicted.
I saw that his hands were hanging at his sides, and I reached for his: "Give me your hands." He gave them to me and rested them in his lap. Suddenly, I placed one foot on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, my toes curled to stimulate him more. My voice tantalized him, "30 seconds. How do I look?"
He had positioned his right foot gently against my cheek, and my moan escaped involuntarily. I couldn't help feeling the anticipation building inside me. Both of us remained still, locked in our own thoughts. I craved movement, but she was testing me. She wanted me to express my displeasure, possibly leading to a spanking, which could get my cock within reach of her legs. I found myself sandwiched between her and my desires. So, with this in mind, I turned my face towards her foot and began to kiss and lick it.
"You're such an adorable slave," she purred, as she used her big toe and second toe to pinch my nose.
"I'll do anything you want, my Goddess," I replied, exhaling into her foot while she playfully covered my mouth with the sole.
"Good boy." I'd melt every time she called me that. She released my hands, moving her feet to my lap. I massaged them, kissing them occasionally. I struggled to suppress my urges but kept worrying about whether I'd be punished for touching myself. When I listened to her instructions, it felt like a miracle.
"Is your cock getting in the way?" she mused, smiling at my predicament.
Spurred by desperation, I looked into her eyes, begging for permission to touch myself. I kissed her feet instead.
"Stop!" She commanded. "Take your pants and underwear off."
"Thank you, Goddess." Quickly complying, I removed my trousers and underwear to reveal a soaked erection.
"Put your hands by your sides."
I followed her instructions reluctantly, my sanity hanging by a thread, wanting so badly to touch myself, to show her how hard it was to control myself upon witnessing her presence and thoughts. But the idea of being punished with nipple twisting weighed heavy on my thoughts. And I watched as she tenderly stroked my cock, still getting accustomed to the difference in sensation. She stopped, laying my cock on my lower abdomen. Next, she pressed her feet against my cock while maintaining eye contact.
"Thank you, Goddess." My words were barely audible as the pressure, uneven enough to stop me from erupting but not quite, couldn't help but make me moan.
She continued to use her feet to jerk me off, simultaneously pressing her feet against the tip of my penis. I was helpless, on the brink of an orgasm but desperate for more.
"Cum for me." She ordered, knowing me so intimately.
And I exploded, moaning loudly, followed by a few involuntary twitches. I cleaned her feet and my body with a towel, and admired her beauty as we embraced one another after.