Lesb fantasy

 

A female sex story is always thrilling and tingling, especially when there are two attractive women involved.

But this is a lesbian tale, and I'm the foot slave.

Men typically find having sex with lesbians to be particularly exciting because it awakens the member's mental cinema and stimulates movement.

most preferably vertical.

However, this sex tale is very unique, and despite the fact that it is about lesbian sex, it features a lesbian dominatrix and her friend, with me, the foot slave, playing the part of the dunderhead who suffers and revels in the humiliations of the lesbian mistresses.

Nevertheless, it was a wonderful experience, and I'm writing it down so that many people can enjoy my story of having sex with women, lesbians, and dominatrixes while also understanding what to expect when they encounter a lesbian dominatrix.

In any case, it was a pleasure for me, albeit a very private one.

She was wearing sexy heels that exposed her bare toes when I first met the lesbian dominatrix at an SM party, and I couldn't help but compliment her.

It was not surprising that I quickly knelt in front of her and licked her feet because a good mistress knows when she has a foot slave in front of her.

I prefer foot eroticism to any other form of sex as the best thing ever.

I have a foot fetish, though I prefer a particular foot pattern and shape, and this dominatrix had the ideal feet for me.

I didn't mind that she was a lesbian because I enjoyed watching lesbian sex between two women.

My attention is on the lesbians' feet, so I doubt it turns me on like most men do, but I was aroused by the lustful vibe the women were giving off.

The lesbian dominatrix quickly noticed that I wasn't making any sexual advances and that I was content to devote myself to her feet.

That's frequently the reason a woman invites me to SM parties.

I'm not a threat.

Contrary to popular belief, foot fetishists are not perverse.

We're not dangerous, but we're really focused on one body part.

We prefer feet while others prefer tits.

It therefore came as no surprise when the lesbian dominatrix led me to her bedroom.

This SM party's practical aspect was that it was held in a small hotel's basement so that the private sex games could continue in the rooms.

Three other women, including me, also accompanied me; one of them was obviously a maid in a maid's uniform, and the other two were apparently a little bossy as well because they also directed the lesbian maids.

I waited and held back, almost invisibly leaning against the elevator wall.

I was dragged into the hotel room by one of the lesbians, who then pushed me to the floor while extending her stiletto heels while I assisted the women in getting dressed.

They soon had nothing on but the maid.

She remained in her uniform.

The maid had a difficult time keeping up with everyone's demands for food and alcohol as the champagne flowed freely.

Speaking of satisfying, I knelt at the foot of the bed and alternated between massaging, licking, and sucking the feet of the lesbian women as they played around on the bed and licked each other.

The women who were visibly excited and clearly enjoyed having their feet massaged during lesbian sex continued to give commands.

They began to humiliate me after realizing that their foul language aroused my interest as well.

They pushed one another so hard that I could hear the ringing in my ears from their humiliation.

My belt was unbuckled, the zipper was opened, and my cock was pulled out because one person finally wanted to see what impact these humiliation games would have.

The lesbians laughed and giggled when they saw me kneeling on the edge of the bed with my pants undone and lout upright because he enjoyed all this wild activity so much.

My attraction to her increased as she laughed.

The only person who had kept her shoes on was the lesbian dominatrix, but I could still see her bare toes.

She gave the maid an ice cube from her cocktail, and she took it in her hand and started to rub it on my cock.

As soon as the ice cube melted, I started licking my feet vigorously again, vacillating between pain and greed.

Lesbian women's big toes were perfect for me to jerk off my greedy cock while they were unaware.

It was cruel and wonderful at the same time to watch the women complain, make love, fall on each other, and insult me in between.

I could indulge my desire for foot eroticism at my leisure because occasionally they appeared to have forgotten that I was even there.

Only a footjob would have been the cherry on top for me at this point, but the lesbians had no intention of doing a foot slave like me any favors.

They even banished me into the corner like a young schoolboy who had done something wrong when I suddenly bothered them, even though I don't know what I had done.

The maid, who was also loitering around the room unoccupied, grinned pityingly at me but jumped as soon as the lesbian dominatrix and her playmates called her.

I observed that the women appeared to be preoccupied with themselves to such an extent that I doubted I would be able to indulge my penchant for foot eroticism today.

I observed the women's intertwined bodies indulge in their lust on the bed for a while before quietly leaving the hotel room.

Although I felt sexually unsatisfied after leaving, this lesbian story has long fed my imagination and allowed me to imagine having sex with lesbians in my own unique way. I'm a seasoned foot slave, and I know it's not always about the orgasm.