by: Shawna Summers

(F/m — foot worship, cum eating, crossdressing, chastity)

“Really? Another fake Domme?” I said out loud exasperated by another private message pretending to be a dominatrix.

My Wife just shook her head and smiled in sympathy, “You know if you didn’t post so much on there, you wouldn’t get all those.”

“You’re probably right, but I’ve actually made connections with several people, too,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

I had made several connections of people online that I really enjoyed chatting with, and yeah, seeing their sexy posts didn’t hurt either. Especially some of the amazing, powerful female Dominants that were out there. I’d even chatted with a few of them and considered a few of them, maybe not quite friends… associates? Something like that. I knew I could ask a respectful question about things and they were usually quite happy to answer.

I didn’t abuse that of course, not unless I was going to be paying or sending them a gift. I also knew these ladies had lives and businesses, so I didn’t want to monopolize their time.

That was probably why I also felt a little protective of them, and their brands. So, when someone went online pretending to be them to try and get money, or whatever their reason for pretending to be a Domme was, I would go out of my way to not only mess with that person and waste their time and energy, but I’d also be sure to report them, alert the Domme and post it on that person’s page with the Domme included in the post.

I knew that wasn’t really going to stop the scammers, catfishers and the fakes, but it made me feel better. Like I was doing my small part to assist the powerful ladies that fascinated me so.

I was also quite lucky that my Wife of over 25 years was also my Domme. Sadly, we very rarely got a chance to play. I know, you need to make time, but with work, kids, family, school, after school activities and everything, it was sometimes tough to find the time. Sometimes it was tough to find time just to talk.

Now that our kids were older, we were trying to make sure we made time for each other and for kink, too. And yes, sometimes those were mutually exclusive. Simple stuff, like trying to make sure we said “Good night” and try to talk for a few minutes when going to bed.

It wasn’t always easy, but we knew it was important, especially since we’d be empty nesters in a few years. At some point in our marriage, we’d realized we didn’t even really have a relationship with each other, it was just about the kids. So, we really made an effort to connect when and where we could.

This was why we had started taking long ‘us’ weekends to get away. We also tried to not only get out and have actual dates and dinner and such, but we also made sure to include kinky Sex on the agenda, too. The funny thing was, the first such weekend we did, we both had a great time, but we were both quite out of shape with kinky Sex. We were a bit sore afterwards and there really wasn’t that much spanking or corporal stuff. I never thought limbering up was going to be a necessary part of Sex. The joys of getting older, I guess.

“How do you know the profiles are fake anyway?” my Wife asked, genuinely interested.

“Well, some I just recognize the pics. But most actually message me, and while I’ve had Dommes message me before, it was usually to thank me for a nice comment or reply to a question I’d asked. I’ve never had one real Domme tell me ‘I want to own you and make you mine own sissy slut for all time’… and yes, that’s a direct quote,” I explained to her.

“Okay yeah, that doesn’t sound like a native English speaker, but lots of people online can’t write,” my Wife reasoned.

“True, but if they’re Professional Dommes, they have links to their website, their pay site, their gift wish-list, that kind of stuff. Also, they almost always have their location, at least which continent they’re on. These never have a location. Also, I usually just do a reverse image search on their main photos and I come up with who the Domme really is, or the model. Sometimes they’re just using a Fetish model, not even a Domme. Then I check if that person has a profile and I can message them to let them know someone is pretending to be them,” I said fairly quickly.

We talked a bit more about stuff I looked for and how I knew a profile was real or fake. I was surprised my Wife took an interest at all. She usually would just let me rant and blather about the phonies. So, I was happy to have her interest, even if it was something silly.

You see, my Wife is just amazing. I know, most guys think that of their wives, but mine was. Not only was she pretty with the most amazingly beautiful blue eyes, but she was also one of the smartest people I knew. Also, the connection we had was just unbelievable at times. We often joked at times about sharing a brain since we would frequently have one of us say exactly what the other was thinking. Sadly, the one area she lacked was self-confidence. A lot of it stemmed from her being a Big Beautiful Woman, y’know the BBW category from the Porn sites? Yeah, she was big and curvy, but her curves were amazing, and they drove me crazy. Sadly, she didn’t always get it.

That was actually part of the reason I’d suggested maybe she try to find a “Domme persona”. So when we got kinky, she could be someone else for a bit. It worked for me when I was in drag. It was sometimes nice to not have to be a guy any more, that I sometimes lost myself in the mental aspect of it. But she was smart and clever and playful enough that our Domme-sub sessions were amazing, so she really didn’t need the persona, but I thought it might help.

That’s the other amazing thing about my Wife is that she puts up with my crossdressing. You know how many women get worried about another woman messing up their relationship? Well, what if the other woman IS your husband? What do you do then? So, she’d put up with learning to understand that aspect of me, and had even come to embrace it and use it during our kink sessions. Dressing up as her sissy maid and doing chores was one of my favorite things, especially when I got to pamper my Domme with doing her toe nails, assisting with baths or showers, even massages. Plus I’d sometimes get to help her dress in lingerie or leather, so that was a huge plus.

Unfortunately some health issues with family members and other responsibilities had kept us from having an ‘us’ weekend in quite a while, and I think we were both beginning to feel it. I know I was, and I’m sure she was aware of my desire for some kink time. So, while we trying to plan our next trip, getting messages from fakes Dommes was the last thing I wanted.

That’s why the message from a ‘Mistress Zee’ really threw me off. The profile was fairly new, just a couple months old, but it did have a location. Right in Philly, just up the road from us. She was friends with several of the Dommes in the area that I followed. She only had a few pics and no face pics, so that was a red flag, but plenty of Dommes had day jobs and tried to conceal their identities at least a little. One of her pics was her in a leather top, skirt and thigh high boots. Thigh high boots were a real Hot button for me. I had to admit, something about the profile screamed ‘fake’, but I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly.

I did like her tagline was ‘the last name in Female Domination.’ I thought that was pretty clever. Anyone that put that level of thought into a profile couldn’t be all bad, right?

Her message was fairly simple and nice, “Hello, I saw some of your posts and wanted to say hello. You have lots of nice things to say about my Sister Dommes, so thank you.”

Well, to be honest, a few of the flakes would start off nice and escalate pretty quickly. So, I’d try to ferret this one out and see how it went.

“Thank you, Ma’am. I always try to be polite and respectful. Are you new? I’ve not seen you before, and I would have definitely remembered you,” I replied.

It took a while to get the reply back, “That’s good, subs should always remember their place. Yes, I’m new and I’ve been studying with Mistress Belle. She’s a great teacher. Thank you for the compliment, you are very sweet and you make a cute girl.”

Well, okay. She was clearly flirting with me, but hadn’t gone to the ‘I’m going to own you’ that so many of the fakes did. She was just… kind of nice. Chatty and flirty.

So, we messaged back and forth for a bit like that, when she asked, “Have you ever visited any of the Pro Dommes here in town?”

I explained that I hadn’t. My Wife and I had talked about it before, but she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea and I was more than a little freaked out at the idea of going by myself. The cost was a bit of an issue, too. Thankfully, we’d both gotten promotions at work, so the money was becoming less an issue, but we both still needed to be comfortable with the idea. So, I stressed that, and made sure to say that I wouldn’t arrange a visit unless I cleared it with my Wife, or better if we both attended.

She was very positive and appreciated that I was so forthright. She did also suggest talking with my Wife about a visit to a Domme again. She explained she was new and looking for clients, so she’d be willing to offer a discount if we didn’t mind doing some promotional shots with her.

I had to admit, something about this still felt off, but I couldn’t come up with any one specific thing. So, I finally decided to bite the bullet and message Mistress Belle. We’d messaged a bit in the past and she was always very nice and super informative. She was also a gorgeous Domme and managed to mix being playful and being super fierce, so you know, that helped my appreciation of her.

I messaged her, “Hello Ma’am, I hope all is well with you. I wanted to check about a Domme that may have been working with you recently, a Mistress Zee. I wanted to check that you knew her and what she was like.” I was sure to include links to her profile.

Mistress Belle got back to me the next day, “Oh yes! I know Mistress Zee well. She’s been working with me recently and while she’s new, she will make a great Domme. She is a special lady and I’m looking forward to having her in the scene.”

“Thank you, Ma’am! You’re always wonderful, I appreciate it!” I replied back.

Well, she had the blessing of a mentor, so one night while my Wife and I were talking about trying to get away for our next trip, I mentioned visiting a professional Dominatrix again.

“I’m still not sure, dear. I mean, won’t it be weird to meet with someone and start having Sex with them a few minutes later?” she asked.

“Well, first of all, Dommes don’t usually have Sex with clients,” I reminded her. We’d had this discussion before.

“But its still stuff of a sexual nature,” she interrupted.

I stammered, “Y-yes, but you also negotiate with them about what you will and won’t do. Also, a lot of them will meet for coffee or dinner or something first if you want to see about chemistry and if you like them or not.”

My Wife made a thoughtful face, “Okay, I might be up for meeting for coffee or something, that’ll be like going to the munch. Did you have someone in mind?”

And yes, we did go to out a local munch occasionally. We didn’t go a lot since schedules often made it tough. We hadn’t gone to any of the play parties yet, but that was mostly because we needed to plan one of our us weekends around a party date. So far, we hadn’t been able to make that happen.

“Well, I always like Lady Rouge Love, and Mistress Blackwell is pretty amazing, plus Mistress Kye, Mistress Tissa, Mistress Chloe, Mistress Rita, Goddess Destiny Kane, Miss Lizzy, Miss McKenzie, Miss Skyler, Goddess Minerva… let’s face it, I’d be ecstatic with any of them.” I went through some of the Philly area Dommes I followed regularly. “Of course, there is also this new Domme, Mistress Zee.”

“Mistress Zee? Have you mentioned her before?” my Wife asked looking at her pics. “I like her, she’s a big girl, too.”

“Yes, she’s really attractive and pretty nice, too. She’s pretty new, but get this, we’ve been messaging and she said since she’s new, she’d be willing to give us a discount on a session if we’ll do photos and stuff with her,” I explained.

My Wife frowned at me, “Photos? Really? Isn’t it bad enough we’ve got pics on FetLife and whatnot? Now we’re going to be in advertising for a Professional Dominatrix?”

“We can wear masks or something, and I can make it so the shots have our faces cropped out,” I explained.

“What about our tattoos?” she asked, actually sounding convinced.

“Well, we can either wear clothes to cover those, or I can blur them out. I’m a whiz with Photoshop, y’know,” I explained.

My Wife patted me on the head condescendingly, “I know, dear. Alright, well what the hell? We can at least meet her for coffee and see, right?”

“Really?” I asked, shocked. After all these years of talking about it, we were actually going to do this?

I was pretty damn excited, I won’t lie. I mean, my Wife is an amazing Domme, for her to have the chance to learn from a pro was just too good to pass up.

“Yup, really,” my Wife smirked at me, shaking her head softly. She then scrolled on my phone, “So, I’m going to guess, this is your favorite pic, right now?” She pulled up the one of Mistress Zee in the leather and thigh boots. It was a gorgeous pic, and yes, I’d been fantasizing about being at her feet since I first saw that picture.

I blushed softly, yeah, she knew me too damn well. I nodded, “Yes, Ma’am. I really like that picture. I’d Love to see you done up like that.”

My Wife smiled at me, chuckling softly, “Who knows, we’ll see how things go with…” she paused as she glanced at the phone. “Mistress Zee.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied excitedly.

“Do you want to play with yourself?” she asked teasingly. “You look like you’re really enjoying this.”

“I always enjoy when you get playful,” I grinned and added, “And dominant.”

She leaned back on the bed and looked at me with a gleam in her eye. She extended her legs out to me and lightly set them on my legs. She just looked at me, daring me to make a move without permission. I knew better, but I still trembled with excitement from the caress of her on me. Even if her feet were a little cold!

She smiled teasingly at me as she began to rub her feet over my legs. She lightly ran one down my leg and the other up to my side, tracing her toes over my stomach. I looked pleadingly at her with my best version of the sad, puppy dog eyes, but that just made her smile more. That delicious wicked smile.

If you couldn’t guess, she enjoyed teasing me, and she knew I had a foot Fetish, so seeing her purple painted toenails running over me had me turned me on like a live wire. Every brush of her feet and toes was a slow, teasing exquisite agony.

Finally, she moved her one foot up my leg to rest it on my crotch. She traced my rock hard cock with her toes. I whimpered softly, but she just said, “My, you must really like this Mistress Zee.”

She grinned knowing it was her feet doing that to me, but she played me like a fiddle when it came to this stuff. “So, is that who you’d like to go see?” She emphasized the ‘you’d like’ with soft stroke up and down on my cock.

I gasped in arousal, “Whatever you’d like Ma’am! I’m happy with any of the Ladies.”

“Well then you’d better send me her contact information,” she laughed softly. Waving my phone in front of her, and she continued running her feet over me. Eventually moving up one arm, she just moved her foot slowly and sensuously in front of my face, resting her ankle on my arm while her other foot continued teasing my cock and balls.

I looked at her and softly said, “Please?”

“Please what, dear?” she smiled knowingly. Even though she knew exactly what I wanted, she liked to make me say it. In fact, she’d probably make me beg for it.

“Please may I worship your beautiful foot?” I said pleadingly.

She smiled even brighter, “Are you sure? You really want to worship my foot? I’m not sure I believe you.”

Dammit, she was good. She knew this teasing would drive me out of my mind!

“Please Ma’am, please may I worship your gorgeous and amazing feet? Please let me taste you?” I said my voice quivering with my need. I told you she was amazing, and I would literally worship the ground she walked on.

Sadly, it was a weeknight, so we both had work in the morning and the kids had school, so we could only play a little bit.

“Very well,” she relented and pushed her foot to my mouth. I began kissing her toes loving every moment of tending to her feet. “Also, you will give me Mistress Zee’s contact information,” she intoned as I gently massaged her foot with my mouth and tongue. “Its only appropriate I handle our get together. Don’t you, agree?”

“Yes, Ma’am! As you wish,” I smiled at her as I lovingly kissed the arch of her foot.

“Good boy,” she smiled, resuming rubbing my throbbing cock with her other foot.

She let me kiss her foot for several more minutes before she told me, “Undo your pants, I want to play with my toy more.”

I quickly unbuckled my pants and slid down my underwear, my raging hard cock throbbing desperately. My Wife began rubbing even harder on me with her foot as I kissed my way up her leg. I also began dry humping her foot.

She pulled her foot back, “Uh-uh, I didn’t give you permission for that, keep it still, I’m playing here, not you.”

I nodded, biting my lip, determined to please her, “Yes, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”

She slowly and agonizingly teased me with her foot for what seemed like hours. It was probably only about 15 minutes, but I was still a quivering, frustrated bundle of nerves by that time.

My Wife pulled her foot back and stopped rubbing me. I looked at her desperately, but she said, “Get me the vibrator out of the nightstand.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” I hopped to get to the toy out of the bedside table.

It was a relatively small vibrator as these things go. She found it gave just the right level of intensity.

She pulled down her pants and quickly slid the toy against her mound. I could hear the soft buzzing as she held up her leg with the pajama pants on it, “Take those off, now.”

I quickly pulled the pajamas off her leg. She quickly put her one foot back on my face, the other on my dripping member. I was in heaven with her amazing feet on my mouth and cock, I was in a daze as I tried to watch her playing with the vibe, but she made sure to keep her foot almost directly over my face, so I could only catch glimpses of her body bucking as she rode the vibrations.

She must have been pretty excited, or the vibe was hitting her right, since she leaned back and closed her eyes, diving deep into her arousal. It was such a tease to not quite see everything, but that made me want to see even more. As she really took off, she pulled both her feet off me and squeezed her legs together, trapping the vibe and her hand inside her.

I could see now, but in exchange, I lost the feeling of her amazing feet on me. Getting to watch her cum was fully worth it though. She bucked and squirmed for several minutes until she finally tossed her head back, gasping and groaning as quietly as she could.

This was part of the reason we’d go away for our trysts, so we could be as loud as we wanted. Let’s face it, spankings can get really loud and yes, I can be very vocal.

I didn’t want to disrupt her post-orgasmic haze, so I sat quietly, watching and waiting to see if I should do anything. I figured if she wanted anything she’d have told me.

After a couple minutes, her breathing settled down and she looked over at me, “Awwww, you look like a puppy that’s been left out in the rain.”

I smiled at her and nodded. She kept going, “Is it because I stopped playing with you?” She answered her own question by putting one foot on either side of cock and stroking very slowly.