The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

James heard the front door open upstairs and smiled. He stopped typing and walked up to where he heard grocery bags crinkling, and surprised his wife, Lily, with a hug from behind. She let out a soft sound and put her arms on top of his, and the two of them swayed a little together.

“How was your day, babe?” James asked.

Lily turned around, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said, “I don’t want to jinx it… but you know that patent application I was filling out?”

James’ face lit up, “Yeah?”

“Well, our lawyers have finished their research, and they say that the chemical process I came up with seems to be unique. They’ve told me that the patent is as good as ours—we just have to wait for the paperwork to work its way through the system.”

“Oh my gosh, Lily, that’s great news!”

James couldn’t believe how lucky he had been to meet Lily. She was the smartest, sexiest woman he had ever known. Even her conservative business attire couldn’t fully conceal her amazing curves. She worked as a chemical scientist for a large technology company called PlasmaTech, and there were already rumors that she’d soon be ing the upper echelons of R&D despite her young age.

James and Lily had met six years ago during their freshman year of college, and things had been amazing since then. The two of them just clicked on so many levels. Lily loved James’ tall, dark and handsome exterior, and his amazing intellect and personality, and James loved everything about Lily. Her ambition, her intelligence, her wit, her comion—she was the most incredible woman James had ever met.

It wasn’t long before James’ mom was asking if Lily would be ing them for Thanksgiving, and Lily’s parents were asking when the two of them were going to be married.

As James reminisced about these things, he hugged Lily tight and started kissing her sensuously on the neck. His hands started migrating under her shirt, and rubbing her stomach.

“Lily, why don’t we celebrate your amazing news?” James said suggestively.

Lily’s eyes started to simmer with arousal, as her expression softened and she started kissing James repeatedly on the cheek, getting closer and closer to his mouth until the two of them started making out.

Their lips stayed locked together for several seconds, and Lily smiled as she started to feel his erection pressing into her. She knew what her answer was.

The two of them made their way for the bedroom, leaving a line of clothes in their wake. When they got to the bed, James kissed her ionately and then pushed her back onto the bed. He saw here delicious feet there at the edge of the bed and in the celebratory atmosphere he gave in to temptation.

He started rubbing her feet, savoring the feeling as he saw her toes wiggle. He was about to smell her feet, when she lightly pushed him away.

“Come on, honey. We talked about this,” Lily said . “Do it the right way!”

James tried to hide his disappointment, as he got on top of Lily. He loved her—treasured every moment he spent with her, but if he had one complaint it was this: For Lily, there was only one “right way” to have sex—vanilla missionary position. He had broached the topic of kinks several times, and she had stood firm and refused to try a single one of them. All of his suggestions were dirty and low class and beneath her dignity.

James tried not to sigh as he went through the motions of moving up and down. He was rock hard, sure, but on some level he felt like he was forcing things, like he wasn’t actually all that aroused by what was going on. Lily predictably moaned and shivered at his touch, and he did exactly what he knew she liked. After twenty minutes, he felt Lily tighten and tense and scream as she was rocked by the orgasmic pleasure that he knew how to evoke in her like clockwork, and he pretended to finish a few minutes later. He doubted Lily had ever been able to tell the difference between his real orgasms and the fake ones he increasingly found himself acting out. For her, his amazing technique and well hung cock were the perfect recipe for pleasure every time. For him...

They cuddled together for several minutes, and then Lily got up, threw something on and went back to the kitchen to finish putting away groceries, leaving James alone in the bedroom. He pulled out his tablet, and locked himself in the bathroom as he tried to finish for real this time.

James navigated to one of the Only Fans pages he was subscribed to, and tried to find a video with feet in front of the camera. He didn’t have long to scroll. He clicked on the video titled, “This fan paid big money for me to step on him in person,” paid for it and was soon jacking off.

The girl on screen was sexy, but in a different way from his wife. Where his wife was the picture of upper class, strait-laced sex appeal, this girl had a body that was built for porn. She was more top-heavy than his wife, and clearly had a lot less going on inside her silly little head. But most important for James, she seemed as turned on by the idea of stepping on her fan, as her fan was being stepped on.

James’ envy and arousal grew in tandem, as he saw the way the girl reacted to the fan massaging her feet, kissing them, sniffing them, begging and worshiping beneath her as she towered above him. The girl started stepping on her fan, telling him how beneath her he was, how much of a loser he was and James’ arousal went through the roof as he watched the arousal play across both of their faces.

The man looked like a bit of a dumpy loser, but it didn’t matter. James found himself panting panting between words, “God, I wish Lily and I were more like these two,” as warm sticky cum started shooting out of his cock. He felt pleasure that he hadn’t felt in ages with Lily.

He sat there collecting himself for a few minutes, before he walked over to the bedroom and collapsed to take a nap, completely spent.

In the morning, James woke up to a pleasant feeling. He looked blearily down, and saw his wife had pulled his pants down and was giving him a blowjob.

What?

Lily had never given him a blowjob before. She always said the idea disgusted her, and yet here she was her head bobbing up and down. What’s more, she seemed to be enjoying it!

“Finally woken up, sleepy head?” she purred.

James nodded dumbly, and she went back to sucking. In the moment, James was too aroused to question why his wife was doing this, and how she was so suddenly so skilled. Her tongue moved like a pro up and down his cock and she knew how to apply just enough pressure to make him go crazy.

Eventually, the building pressure reached a crescendo, and he came in her mouth. He watched to see how she would react, but was pleased to see her swallow without a second thought.

In his post nut clarity, he had time to ask questions.

“Lily, that was incredible! Why the sudden change of heart on blow jobs?” he asked.

She giggled. “What are you talking about silly? We do that nearly every morning?”

James paused. Lily didn’t giggle! And what about the strange thing she said about doing this every morning? As if! As he thought this, Lily got up and started getting dressed.

“Woah, isn’t that a little risque for work?” he asked, seeing what she wore. It still looked professional, but the neckline was plunging, and it seemed like the skirt and blouse were almost skin tight.

Lily shook her head. “Have you hit your head or something? You’re asking strange questions today, honey.”

James was sure that Lily was acting different from usual, but the longer he entertained that thought the more uncertain he became.

Finally, he had to it that he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly was different anymore. Didn’t Lily always act like this? And outfits like that weren’t unusual for her, right?

James shook his head and started getting ready. He was surprised when he saw himself in the mirror.

“Did I put on a little weight?” he said to himself.

James had always religiously gone to the gym, and he had had the physique to prove it. But it seemed like he had lost a little bit of tone here and there, and put on maybe 5 pounds of fat. Not much, but it was strange to undergo such a massive change in a single day.

The mysteries kept piling up.

He got dressed for work—and kissed his wife goodbye before going to the home office and logging on for the day. It was nice being able to work remote.

At work, Lily found it harder to concentrate on all of the equations that had come so easily to her before. She made a few simple arithmetic mistakes, and had to do the same calculations two or three time. Her male coworkers seemed more distracted than usual when talking to her, and she noticed that she got a few dirty looks from her female coworkers.

It was so strange—she could vaguely things being different. Her coworkers didn’t use to ogle her, right? But as the day wore on, that idea faded little by little. Of course they were looking at her! She was a hot and smart scientist. Maybe she could be a little scatterbrained, and made little mistakes here and there, but she was undoubtedly one of the great minds of her generation. As long as someone went over he work, she knew she’d get a patent for the company some day.

James worked through the day, but he couldn’t help but daydream about what Lily and he might do when she got back. Blow jobs were nice and all, but maybe he could convince her to try some kinkier things in the bedroom? Just thinking about her was making him get hard, and he had trouble resisting the urge to log off for an hour or two for a little time alone with his hand.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he heard Lily’s car pull into the garage, and went up to say hello to her. He felt less certain than he had the day before. Instead of hugging her from behind, he had a moment’s hesitation wondering if it would be awkward with his erection and all.

Lily turned around and let out a small alarmed yelp.

“Oh god, honey! You scared me,” she said. “Why do you always creep up on me like that?”

James stood there awkwardly unsure of how to proceed. It was like all of his confidence had left him.

Lily’s eyes drifted down towards his cock, and she gave a wry smile.

“Ah, I see why you came down here,” she said, pressing herself against him. “You want to fuck my brains out, isn’t that right, big guy?”

James shivered. He was powerless before his wife’s charms.

His wife took the lead, guiding his hands to her blouse as she kissed him all over his neck. Soon, the two of them were in the bedroom and James found himself again looking down at his naked wife. Looking at her milky white bare feet.

Lily giggled. “You can rub them if you want.”

James looked up at her in surprise.

She narrowed her eyes, “But after that leave them alone—I’m happy to indulge your little fantasies a bit, but let’s not get carried away.”

James couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t care that she wouldn’t let him go all the way, even this small step was a huge advance for him.

He went to town on her feet, eagerly rubbing them. He noticed Lily moaning in an over the top and clearly fake way. Clearly, she was not aroused in the slightest from his ministrations.

All the same, playing with her feet was doing wonders for James’ erection, and he almost wanted to see if he could swing a footjob out of her. But Lily grabbed his hands, and guided him up onto the bed.

“Thank you so much for letting me do that!” James said between kisses. “I’ve always wanted to.”

Lily sighed, but quickly tried to hide it. She said in a sweet voice, “I know, honey. We’ve got to make our little compromises.”

“Since we’re already experimenting…” James said. “What if we gave cowgirl a try?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Let’s just do it the right way honey.”

James gave a sheepish grin, but nodded. He was still riding the high from the foot massage, and started fucking her dripping little pussy with gusto, but he didn’t last long.

Five minutes in, and he had cum without much fanfare and he found himself unable to stay hard to get Lily off. That was strange... He always came after her, if he came at all. And he always managed to get her off, regardless of whether he enjoyed the experience or not. Right?

Lily tried to tell him it was okay—that she could finish herself off, but James could tell she was disappointed.

After Lily had finished herself off with the help of a vibrator (since when had she gotten one of those?), the two of them cuddled in silence for a time, ate an awkward dinner together, and then watched more of the show they were about halfway through at this point. An odd air hung over the rest of the evening.

James wondered what he had done wrong. Was it finishing too early? Or had he made Lily uncomfortable and pushed her boundaries too far with the foot massage and the suggestion to try her on top? Either way, he knew he’d have to make it up to her tomorrow.

He drifted off to sleep.

James again woke to a pleasant sensation. He felt an unfamiliar weight on himself. He opened his eyes, and saw Lily on top of him, slowly riding his morning wood.

She giggled. “Morning, James!”

James mumbled, “Mornin’!”

He noticed that his vision was a little blurry. But then Lily slipped something onto his face, and he blinked as the world came into focus.

Glasses? He didn’t wear glasses.

That thought was stopped when he saw what was right in front of his eyes. His girlfriend, Lily, was gorgeous as ever. Her body was incredible, and he always counted himself lucky for somehow meeting her after college at a mutual friend’s party. And even more lucky when she had broken up with her boyfriend at the time and used James as a rebound.

Except. Something about those thoughts seemed odd. Wasn’t Lily his wife? Didn’t they meet during Freshman year of college, and get together soon after?

And most importantly. Were her boobs somehow… bigger than usual?

It was hard to tell, as she increased the speed at which she was sliding up and down on his cock and his mind turned towards other more pleasant things, but he could have sworn that the breasts bouncing in front of him were a cup size or two bigger than he ed.

He gave in to animalistic ion, and started rubbing her breasts enthusiastically, eliciting a moan from Lily. Oh yeah, they were bigger than before. Not that he minded in the least!

He worried whether he would be able to last longer than the night before, but Lily soon slowed down and he realized that she was trying to keep him on edge. Several times, he got so close, but she would read the look on his face and slow down. It was so frustrating!

Soon, when Lily had slown down for what must have been the seventh time, she groped over to the night stand by the bed, and grabbed a vibrator. She turned it on, adjusted it to a particular setting and slipped it down near her clit. Using her hand to keep it in just the right spot between their pressed together flesh, she continued her teasing, pleasing torture of James.

James couldn’t help but feel a little inadequate whenever the vibrator came out. Lily had tried to teach him a little sexual technique early in their relationship, but he had never quite managed to get her screaming on his own. The vibrator had been an early compromise on her part, and now they never fucked without it.

After some time had ed, James felt her muscles tense up around his cock, and she let out an immodest moan of pleasure that seemed to reverberate through her whole body. Then, she finally rode James without slowing down or pausing, and in two short minutes he had come inside of her.

She left James fuck drunk on the bed while she got up and got ready for the day.

James noticed that her outfit was about the same as yesterday, but with her newly enlarged chest she was showing off way more cleavage than before. And was her make up heavier than usual?

“Uh, Lily,” James said slowly. “Are you really wearing that to work?”

Lily looked up at him. “Yeah, why?”

“Well, it’s just, um…” James tried to think about how best to phrase what he was thinking. “Isn’t that a little unprofessional? I thought you were trying to get a promotion?”

Lilly smiled. “James, I’m just an intern at PlasmaTech—the standards for us are much lower. You should see the other intern, Mark. He comes in every day in a t-shirt and a baseball cap! And besides, showing a little skin is how I plan on eventually getting a promotion.” She winked.

James didn’t want to push the issue, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that what she said was off somehow. Was Lily really just an intern? He had the clearest memories of her being a full time employee at PlasmaTech.

“Lily…” James said slowly. “Are you working on a patent application for PlasmaTech. For some chemical process you invented?”

Lily shrugged. “Um… who do you think you’re talking to? Did you really think Miss C Average was going to be exploring the frontier of chemical processes? Surely you know me better than that after three months together!”

Something about the phrase “three months” hit James like a truck. He sat in silence, and barely paid attention as Lily said goodbye, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and drove away.

Three months?

James felt an intense sense of loss, and he couldn’t understand why. He had this sense that Lily and he had been a couple for far more than three months. It was as if half-formed memories were dangling just out of his reach.

Years of , love, experiences, meeting each other’s families. His friends becoming her friends and vice versa. Years of memories. And he couldn’t call them to mind as more than hazy wisps.

But then his phone rang, making him lose his train of thought. After he had answered and given his boss the info he needed, he hung up and struggled to why he had been so sad.

Oh, well. No use dwelling on it.

He got to work.

For her own part, Lily enjoyed her work as an intern. She had gotten a late start in the professional world, since it had taken her 6 years to finish undergrad, but she learned so much every day and she liked what she was doing.

Her only problem was being taken seriously by people. Whether it was the other intern Mark openly staring at her chest during conversations (not to mention every few minutes throughout day when he thought she wasn’t looking), or her mentor sometimes assuming she didn’t know something and spending the next half hour explaining it to her, it seemed like people just expected less from her.

Lily couldn’t help but feel a little indignant. Sure, she was pretty. And she wasn’t exactly a genius, but she had graduated with a BS in Chemistry, and she wanted the respect that was owed to her!

The worst part was her female coworkers. They were so catty to her, and she could tell that they were jealous of her amazing body. Always looking at her with their judgmental eyes when she flirted with one of the managers. As if they had never used their bodies to get ahead!

James had quickly recovered from his sour mood that morning, and had looped around into ecstasy. He had a hot girlfriend, who seemed increasingly willing to experiment with him in the bedroom. What more could a guy want? Yesterday she had let him massage her feet—he wondered if tonight she’d let him do more foot play. There was only one way to find out…

Unfortunately, fate saw fit to shit in his cereal that day.

Around 1 o’clock, some sort of major issue happened with the production servers at the offices downtown, and James was forced to go into the office in person and investigate. And he got the sense this wasn’t going to be an easy fix.

After four hours of hitting his head against a wall, he texted his girlfriend, “Hey, babe. I’m probably going to be coming home really late tonight. Major emergency in production.”

He went to the fifth working session that day to try to make some progress on the issue, and when that got out (fruitlessly!) he noticed that Lily had replied.

“aww too bad

“i was sooo looking forward to a little more foot stuff with you tonight 😉”

James’ heart beat quickly looking at the text. Was Lily serious? That was his biggest kink, and he was going to miss out on it tonight? He quickly texted her back.

“Hey, I totally understand if not, but if I can get a break sometime tonight, would you be willing to do Face Time tonight? I really want to take you up on that offer.”

Soon, he got a simple “sure 😊” from her, and he felt like a mix of emotions.

One small part of him thought it was odd she was not capitalizing and punctuating her texts. And since when did she use emojis? But the bigger part of him was looking forward to what the Face Time chat would consist of. He’d have to find a moment where he could slip away.

His opportunity presented itself at 9:30 PM. In between one hellish you-must-attend-or-you’re-fired meeting and another, he managed to make a trip to the restroom. He used the unisex bathroom on the first floor, and locked it behind him. Then he called Lily up.

“Hey, lover!” she said happily.

“Hey, babe!” he said.

She smiled sadly. “I’m sorry we can’t see each other in person.”

He shrugged. “That’s okay, I think we mostly know what the problem is, and have some ideas for how to fix things. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I might be able to get home before midnight.”

“That’s great news!” she said, before getting a conspiratorial look. “I prepared a special surprise for you. To tide you over until you get home.”

She unlaced the barely there blouse she had worn to work, and slowly pulled it down.

James pulled down his pants so he could jerk off to his wife’s strip tease.

Soon, she was naked before him, but it appeared she wasn’t done. The video seemed to shake as she put it down on the floor, and she looked down at it.

“I know you said you always fantasized about being stepped on. Why don’t I give you a little sneak peak of what we’re going to do when you get back?”

She started stepping on her phone, and James was thrilled. He ed how much he had always wanted something like this, and it was finally a reality. Well, at least through a screen it was.

James pleasured himself imagining what it would be like to actually be stepped on by his girlfriend, and soon he had cum. God, he couldn’t wait to be done with all of the work, and driving back to her!

He zipped up, and went back to work. Sadly his cautious optimism did not pan out.

It was like the whole company was a chicken with its head cut off. Nobody had access to what they needed to—half the people with the domain expertise were on vacation. It was a mess.

He fell asleep at his computer.

The next morning, he groggily stirred awake and logged into his work computer. He smiled a pervy smile when he saw the tab he had open. His roommate, Lily, had sent some nude photos as mementos to get him through the work emergency.

Well, she hadn’t sent them to him specifically. She had posted them to her Only Fans . But she had told him about her Only Fans when he had first moved in, so it was sort of like she had sent those images directly to him. Either way, he had a suspicion that he might put the pictures to good use after work.

James cursed his luck. Yesterday, Lily had teased that she was going to take his virginity, and then he had gotten called in to the office for the entire afternoon!

It had been like this ever since Lily had discovered he was a virgin a few weeks ago.

She had been flabbergasted.

Lily wasn’t a virgin, of course. With a body like hers, that was hardly surprising. He had never bother to ask, but he suspected she had a body count in the low double digits based on some messages he had “accidentally” seen on her phone.

When she had learned of his sexless status, suddenly, James had become a new interesting toy to play with.

Lily had suggested they become friends with benefits, and James was in no position to argue. However, no sooner had he agreed to let her take his virginity, than she had told him she wanted to take the friends with benefits things slow and have him wait to actually have sex.

She had loved teasing him since that day. Oh sure, she had always dressed in skimpy outfits since he moved in, but now she had become quite adept at dressing in revealing outfits that practically made him cum on the spot. She found it so amusing telling him no, torturing him while she flaunted her amazing curves. He even got the impression that many of her Only Fans posts were increasingly targeted at blue-balling him.

He had tried to ask her why she was waiting so long after her initial promise, in his own unconfident, roundabout way, but the most he could get out of her was a non-committal, “I consider you, like, a good friend and an awesome roommate, and I totally don’t want to ruin things or hurt your feelings by doing things too fast.”

James was in denial about this fact, but he already had a massive crush on Lily. Obviously.

He told himself that he cared about her like no other guy had. Her amazing body was a huge plus, but the thing he loved most about her was her amazing brain. She could be a little bit ditzy at times, sure. She liked a good pedicure and a shopping trip almost as much as a day at the library. But she was a secretary at a big chemtech company, and she had already told James about her ambitions to learn more and become an intern or a scientist some day.

In some ways, James felt like he was being strung along. Sure, making out with her last week had been a nice first for him, as his own awkwardness had always kept him from getting a girlfriend or similarly qualified make out partner, but he had seen Lily naked so many times on Only Fans in the last few months, it was strange that he had never seen her completely undressed in person.

James wondered if she only wanted him for his money. He certainly was nothing to look at, but he made a good amount working in DevOps for his company. He had bought her nice, expensive gifts each week since they had theoretically become friends with benefits—and he wasn’t sure if that was the only reason she bothered with him.

But dammit, he wished he had lost his virginity to her yesterday.

Oh, well.

James took a quick “bath” with paper towels in the bathroom sink. He paused when he saw himself in the mirror. That didn’t look right.

James stood in profile, peering through his thick, unfashionable glasses.

He was clearly at least 20 pounds overweight. More than that, all of his tone seemed to be gone. What had happened?

Could Lily ever love a man who looked like this? How would he make the jump from friends with benefits to boyfriend? (Never mind that the “friends with benefits” part of the equation already looked pretty shaky.)

He pulled out his phone and opened the pictures Lily had sent him. If he thought about, she didn’t look quite right either.

Something about her seemed… trashier? It was hard to put his finger on—he couldn’t exactly what she looked like before, but he was sure that she didn’t have a tattoo on her stomach or a septum piercing. He had the haziest of memories of her being a prim and proper business woman, who wouldn’t be caught dead showing skin in public.

That certainly wasn’t the case now. He had fantasized about her so many times over the past few months while he jerked off.

But there it was. James could tell that something was different about Lily and him. Sure, he had always been a virgin. But had he always been a virgin yesterday? He had the vague sense that the two of them had had quite an active sex life before, but it was like all of the memories of their time together had been erased from his head.

But the more he tried to pay attention to the differences, the more they seemed to slip from his grasp.

He blinked, and tried to what had just been bothering him. He looked in the mirror. Not too bad for someone with only four hours of sleep, if he did say so himself.

He looked down and saw the naughty pictures his roommate had sent him.

Well, he had a little bit of time before he actually had to start working…

When he got to his desk, he was ready for a day of hell. He didn’t know the half of it. They had automated some process a year ago, and that had apparently sent the bad configs to every production server in their office. It was going to be a long day of phone calls to find out who had access to what systems, and trying to get things coordinated for a fix.

But they were able to make some headway little by little, and by midnight they had finally gotten everything working!

When he was done, far later than he had planned on staying, he drove back to his and Lily’s apartment and crashed for the night.

James woke up when his plane finally arrived at his destination. He was so excited to meet Lily in person for the first time!

He had been fapping to her for what seemed like an eternity, and when she had reached out to her top donors and offered to make a “collaboration” video he had jumped at the opportunity.

James had maybe gone a bit overboard in accepting the offer. The price tag was well outside his budget, being a second rate IT guy at a crappy little company in New York, but going into debt was worth it to meet his favorite camgirl.

And who knew, maybe meeting him in person would kindle a spark in her heart, and she’d fall in love with him? He may be a pimply, obese, nerdy man with no social skills, but he was a good guy at heart—and he was sure he could work up the courage to charm her.

The meeting at the airport was… underwhelming. Lily looked him up and down, nodded, and then motioned for him to follow her. She was all business—and she didn’t even make chit chat on the car ride over except to give him an itinerary of what the night was going to look like.

So much for his idea of charming her.

James looked at her as she drove. Lily was amazing on a screen, but in person she was the most intoxicating, sexy woman he had every seen. She had big fake breasts, plump lips and overdone make up that made her look like a whore. She was dressed in a plaid miniskirt, a top that showed off her cleavage nicely, and some fuck me boots that James found his eyes drawn to. He imagined what it would be like to be stepped on by those boots.

They got to Lily’s apartment, and James had a strange sense of deja vu. He chalked it up to having seen all of her videos up until now. Though somehow even nooks and crannies that didn’t seem to have featured in her videos seemed familiar to him...

“When do we begin?” he asked meekly.

Lily closed the door behind him. “Get on the floor.”

“Oh, now?” he said in surprise. He saw a few blinking red lights around the room indicating that he was being recorded.

Lily pushed him to the ground, and he found himself unable to resist.

“I said ‘floor’—you understand what that means, right?”

“Um, yes, Lily!” James said.

He felt a sting of pain across his back. He looked up and saw a rod in her hands.

“Vermin doesn’t get to call me ‘Lily.’ What do you call me?” she said, digging the heel of her boot into his back.

“Mistress,” James said.

“That’s right. Now put it all together. Do you understand what ‘floor’ means?”

“Yes, mistress! I understand,” James said. He was more aroused than he had ever been. He wanted to start jerking off right then and there.

He felt a sting and heard a snap as he reached his hands towards his pants to unbutton or unzip them and give the tent in his pants a little breathing room.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Lily said. “I didn’t say you could pleasure yourself, did I?”

James looked up at her, his eyes practically pleading. He was so fucking turned on, and being denied this was torture.

“P-please mistress, can I, uh…” James felt awkward saying the words out loud.

“What do you want, worm? Speak up!” Lily said.

James cupped his hands together. “Please let me pleasure myself.”

Lily smirked at him. “I don’t think that I will quite yet. No, you need to do some things for your mistress first.”

James lowered his head to the ground. “Of course, mistress. Anything!”

“It has been a long day for me,” Lily said. “Do you know where I work?”

James raised his head a little. “Uh, as a chemical scientist at a big tech company?”

Another snap, and pain played across James’ back.

“Are you trying to be funny, slave?” Lily said. “Do I look like a fucking scientist to you? No, I never really saw the point in school with looks like mine. I’m a tattoo artist by trade. Would you like to see my tattoos?”

“Yes, mistress,” James said hopefully.

“I bet you would, you miserable little maggot” Lily said, a look of disgust on her face. “But I’m the one in control, and I’m not going to show you. Not before I’ve relaxed after my long day at work. Remove my boots slave.”

“Yes, mistress!”

James reached over slowly, reverently towards Lily’s boots. He grabbed the zipper of one of them, and pulled it down. Then he grabbed her boot, pulled and revealed one of her feet. He did the same to the other.

Lily wiggled her toes, and sighed. “That’s much better. Now, I’m going to relax after work. Follow me, worm.”

James almost stood up, but he felt a bare foot pressing into his back.

Lily shook her head. “No, you’re going to crawl after me. Walking is for people, and you’re a worm. Crawl.”

James stayed on all fours, and crawled after her.

She came to a TV room, and moved the coffee table. She pointed where the coffee table had been.

“Right here, worm.”

“Yes, mistress,” James said.

Lily sat down in the sofa, and put her feet up on James. She started watching some porn with her in it. James was still so aroused, but he knew better than to reach for his pants now.

Lily looked down at him satisfied. She lifted one of her feet, and moved it in front of his face.

“Slave, my feet need a massage. Take care of it.”

“Yes, mistress,” James said. He reached out, and couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He was actually about to touch the feet of his sex goddess! In the flesh!

As he was mere inches away, she pulled her foot away.

“On second thought,” she said. “You’re not ready for that yet. I can’t let your filthy hands touch my feet quite yet.”

James felt his eyes start to water. He was so close! He wanted to move his hand a little further, and touch his mistress’ feet, but he knew what would happen if he did.

Lily kicked him, forcing him to scramble from his position.

“I want you to worship my feet before you touch them with your hands.”

James started bowing to Lily’s feet. He noticed for the first time something that should have been obvious.

Lily was so turned on by this whole situation. She was practically getting off to his every servile ‘yes, mistress’ and pushing him around, teasing him, making him wait. Her face was flushed, and she was clearly in her element.

“Good, compliment my feet, scum,” she said.

“I love your feet!” he said. “They’re so small and soft and perfect.”

“Good, good,” she said. “Now, kiss my feet!”

“Yes, mistress,” he said. He kissed them, careful to not let his hands touch them. She had said he wasn’t worthy yet, after all.

Lily stepped on his head, and James winced in pain. She slowly increased the pressure, and he was sure his head was going to burst, but then she let up and looked down at him. She pulled his chin roughly so he was looking at her.

“Alright, now you may massage my feet, worm.”

James tried to etch every little detail into his mind. The feeling of her toes between his fingers, the intoxicating aroma, the pale skin. He would never forget this moment for as long as he lived.

Lily for her part was starting to moan now. James had always loved how worked up she got on her videos, and seeing it in person was only adding to his arousal. It made the discomfort of his cock against his pants all the more pressing.

James tried to remove one hand from his mistresses’ feet, and migrate down to his pants button. He really needed to adjust down there.

Lily suddenly stopped moaning, and James could feel her eyes beating down on him.

“I’m so, so sorry, mistress!” James said. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

Lily grabbed James by the scruff of the neck, and pulled him to his feet.

“No, it won’t,” she said. “I’m going to make sure of that.”

James shivered at the way she said that.

“Take off your pants,” she snarled.

James blinked in surprise. That wasn’t what he expected to hear.

Snap. He felt another sting of pain across his stomach.

“Take them off!” she insisted.

James nodded, and pulled down is pants.

“Your tighty whities too,” she said.

James slid them down. He felt so vulnerable standing there in front of her naked.

Lily broke out into mocking laughter. “Oh my god, is that really what you’re working with? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cock so tiny and pathetic in my life! Did the doctors make a mistake when circumcising you or something?”

James looked down in shame.

His cock was tiny, it was true. Almost a micropenis.

Lily started flogging him on his legs, and making comments about his tiny cock all the while.

“How do you ever expect to please a woman with that?” she giggled. “Please tell me you’re still a virgin? I’d hate think some poor girl is out there ing the time she was unfortunate enough to fuck you.”

James’ cheeks burned. “I-I am a virgin, mistress.”

“I knew it!” she shouted. Lily started stretching the fabric of her top suggestively. “I bet you’d love to see my body. Isn’t that right, virgin?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You’ve probably masturbated to me so many times, wondering what it would be like to actually get to touch my breasts, or put your tiny dick into my dripping wet pussy?”

“Y-yes, mistress.” James still couldn’t look her in the eye, but he tilted his head slightly to get a better look at her.

Lily tugged teasingly at the band of her miniskirt, showing a little more of her skin.

“I bet you wondered on your way here, how far you’d be able to go? Wondering if maybe, just maybe I’d actually fuck a creepy looser like you.”

James was sweating now.

“Y-yes… mistress,” the words were strained. He could barely make speech at this point.

Lily slipped her top off, and her boobs bounced into view.

James gasped.

Lily squeezed them together, and got them inches from James’ face.

“I can tell how much you like looking at me. Dreaming about touching me. And here I am… so close! It would be so easy for you to just touch your favorite camgirl for the first time.” As she said that, she slipped her skirt off, revealing her shaved pussy.

James was practically fainting with arousal at this point. “Yes, mistress!” he said salivating at the body he had jerked off to non-stop for months now. Right in front of him.

“Too bad!” she giggled. “Get on the floor, worm.”

James slouched forward in disappointment. He had dared to dream. That was his first mistake.

“Keep your eyes down now, worm. You’re now in the presence of a goddess. The only part of me you’re worthy of looking at is my feet.”

James looked at those perfect little feet. He wanted to lift his head 90 degrees. He wanted to see her breasts, take in her pink pussy. While he was here. While he had her right there.

But he felt several stings of pain across his back.

“I can tell what you’re thinking my little pet,” she said. “And I’m sorry, but the answer is always and forever no. You disgust me. You are lower than dirt to me. You’re never going to touch any part of me except my feet, which is more than you deserve.”

James felt her ridicule wash over him. Felt her words sting him to the core. The worst part was that she was right. He was lower than dirt. He didn’t know why he had ever entertained the idea that he was worthy of her.

“Lick my feet,” Lily said.

“Yes, mistress,” he said.

He stuck out his tongue, and started running his tongue over her feet.

James felt something wet hit the back of his head. He smelled Lily’s nectar, and could tell that she was jilling off over him. Another snap of pain on his back.

“Eyes. down.” Lily panted.

“Mistress,” James said between licks, a manic urgency hitting him as he heard her work her pussy. “Can I please touch myself!”

“You may,” Lily grunted. “But you’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to.”

James felt his heart skip a beat. He continued to lick his mistress’ feet, but started rubbing his tiny member.

Not cumming was the worst.

He couldn’t disobey his mistress if he wanted to. He just kept edging as he heard her moans and her delicate fingers working her pussy.

Finally, her moans reached a crescendo, and James felt the muscles in her feet tense, and saw her toes curl. She kicked James towards the door.

“Alright, you may leave now, worm,” she said. “And you may finally cum once you’re out of here.”

James tripped as he pulled his pants back on and hobbled to the door. Thankfully nobody was around in the alley behind her apartment complex, and he was able to finish the amazing day there.

James hailed an Uber to take him to the airport, and shook his head. Given the state of his finances, this was a one time thing. He’d never have a girl like Lily in front of him ever again. He was going to be a virginal, nerdy loser forever.