Foot play and improvisational genius

After having me spend the day in locked leather ankle cuffs at the workplace, S and I returned to her place and engaged in our usual ritual of her putting on my collar and clipped leather wrist cuffs on me. As we relaxed to wind down from the day, at one point she laid one of her legs across my thigh, and I couldn't help but to start gently rubbing and massaging her foot.

As she was pondering her next move, I slowly brought her foot to my face, and inhaled its sweet, sweet fragrance. I gently started licking the sole of her foot and her toes, and I felt and heard her moan softly to the delicate treatment I was giving her. While I was very focused on her foot, and couldn't really see her at the angle I had, it felt like she lost her train of thought, leaned back, and enjoyed my gentle ministrations.

S exhaled deeply when I started to run my tongue between her toes while holding up her leg in the most comfortable way I could. I continued for a minute or two as I enjoyed the wonderfully delicate taste and smell of my side of the experience, and was completely taken over by the vibe she was emanating, one of relaxation, pleasure, and dominance.

Just a few seconds later, I was lying on the floor, knees up with my feet on the ground, and S had assumed a slighlty reclining position against my thighs while sitting on the lower part of my stomach. At first, I worked on one foot some more... smelling... massaging... licking... caressing... She pushed her toes gently into my mouth, and I struggled a bit to position my mouth in a way that would give me the best access to her toes, and yet, not force her foot into an uncomfortable angle.

Shortly following came the other foot, and I totally got intoxicated on the sweet fragrance overwhelming me from having both of her feet covering my nose and much of my face. I couldn't focus enough at that point to formulate a good plan to continue S' fetish spa treatment.

A whole body shiver overtaking me from the sensations and the dominating energy she was radiating, I let go of her feet for a moment while my cuffed hands moved over head for a brief stretch. As I accidently hit the wall behind me with my hands, not aware of how close I was to it, S used one of her feet and pinned my hands against the wall, maybe 15-18 inches off the ground.

Suddenly I was trapped, and the scene turned from sensual to gently sadistic in the time of a breath. With my arms pinned overhead and behind me, my body was stretched out, making me feel her weight much more significantly (for the record, S has a splendid physique, and she is quite light under other circumstances...). My breathing became significantly more demanding, and in such a vulnerable position, the veil of subspace was quickly covering me.

My mind lost in the sensations of her spur-of-the-moment dominant creativity, it exploded into fireworks as S reached for my nipples and started playing with them. Her exquisite torture of my nipples is always powerfully overwhelming, a incessant crescendo as her pinching brings on the reactions I know S craves. My moans and my gentle squirming escalate as she tortures them harder, and inevitably, the greater intensity of the torment brings on more of the reactions she wants to get out of me.

Partly immobilized in this particularly vulnerable position, my breathing getting more difficult by the minute, the intoxicating pain of my nipples being pinched, scratched, poked, and tortured harder and more intensely without reprieve, the feeling of her lust for my suffering almost palpable, the excitement of her creativity and this instantly improvised predicament ,and the view of her beautiful, sadistically smiling face from the bottom, I don't know if I've ever gotten into such deep subspace in so little time...