Condom Torment
      Submitted on 09/06/06


By Mistress Sadie

I received a lot of welcomed fan mail as a result of my first story, "My 
Foot Slave," so I thought that I would write more about my adventures as a 
Foot Goddess.

Since our association focuses on my pleasure, my foot slave is rarely given 
an opportunity to convey his fantasies to me. Recently, I decided that the 
best way to keep him interested in serving me was to occasionally reward him 
with a special treat. Doing so would require very little effort on my part, 
and it would be fun to explore new areas of domination. When dealing with a 
submissive guy, I reminded myself, suffering humiliation is a reward in 
itself.

I pieced together information that my slave had inadvertently revealed to me 
over the past few months. First, he is aware that I am seeing other men. In 
fact, as I mentioned in my first story, I have even made him purchase 
condoms for one of my boyfriends. Being required to buy condoms for my lover 
must be a truly humiliating experience for him; I was using him to help 
facilitate my sex with another man. I know that he has found the used 
condoms wrapped in tissue and on my nightstand while cleaning my bedroom, 
too. Most men would be jealous or complain, but my slave has no ego. Second, 
my slave has shyly asked if I had a good time the night before when he knew 
I had been with that particular boyfriend. At the time I answered yes, but 
didn't give his inquiry a second thought. I now re-evaluated his motive in 
asking. Third, my slave has expressed that his favorite stories on Abel's 
website are "Foot Worshiping Cuckold" and "The Best of Both Worlds" by foot 
slave zerO.

It became quite obvious to me that my slave fantasized about being the 
victim of cuckolding, or at least serving a sexually active woman who denied 
him intercourse. This is very much the situation in our association, of 
course, and I decided to flaunt my sex life so he could appreciate the 
situation even more. As a dancer, I'm a pro when it comes to teasing, 
tormenting, and tantalizing men.

A few days ago, I called my foot slave and told him to come over because I 
needed a pedicure. As if it was an afterthought, I ordered him to stop by 
the drugstore and purchase a box of Trojan Magnum XL Extra Large Condoms.  I 
added that my boyfriend and I had used all the others, which we had.

When my slave arrived at my apartment, he timidly presented me with the 
condoms. Then, as usual, I ordered him to strip naked and kneel. I told him 
to begin my pedicure immediately and selected a bottle of cobalt blue nail 
polish for him to apply to my toenails. My foot slave always starts my 
pedicure by preparing a basin of warm water with bath oil to soak my feet. 
As I submerged my feet in the water, I casually inspected the box of condoms 
and told my slave these were the only rubbers that will fit my lover; they're 
30 per-cent larger than a regular condom. My slave did not answer me, but 
his boner told me that he was enthralled by my comment. It was obvious that 
I had struck a cord.

I decided it was time to increase my slave's humiliation, so I tossed one of 
the condoms to him and ordered him to put it on to see how it fit. He did as 
I said, opening the package and rolling the condom down over his erection. 
The extra large condom was much too big for him and fit quite loosely. My 
slave now knew the extent of his inferiority in comparison to my lover. He 
blushed in embarrassment, and I laughed right in his face.

After my feet had soaked for several minutes, my slave began to use a pumice 
stone to gently scrub my feet. Then he carefully trimmed my toenails. He 
next painted my nails, applying a base coat, two layers of the blue nail 
polish, and a top coat. The large condom fell off my slave's erection 
several timed during my pedicure and, each time, I made him put it back on. 
He was continuously reminded of his inadequacy. The look of embarrassment on 
his face each time the condom dropped was priceless, and I couldn't quit 
laughing.

After he had blown my toenails dry, my slave began to massage my feet with 
moisturizing lotion. As he rubbed and kneaded my feet, I verbally abused my 
slave. I told him how horny I was and how much fun I was going to have with 
my boyfriend that night. My slave's penis was harder than ever, but he still 
couldn't fill out the condom.

When it came time for me to send my slave home, he respectfully kissed my 
feet goodbye and said he hoped I would have a good time. I assured him that 
I would, and I did. My boyfriend, who is the bass player in a local 
alternative band, came over and fucked my brains out. It was absolutely 
wonderful.

Just like the girl in foot slave zerO's story the story, I have "The Best of 
Both Worlds."

Email me: ms_sexy_sadie@yahoo.com