How It All Began

It’s interesting to remember that feeling of discovery and pleasure; it’s still fresh in my memory. I’ve always been open and clear about my sexuality, and my eccentric tastes never worried me in any way. Curiosity and lust walk hand in hand with danger, but I was lucky.

At 15 years old, my favorite pastime was secretly browsing the sex chat rooms on UOL (who hasn’t, right?). I would always go into the “SADOMASOCHISM WITH IMAGES” rooms, delighting myself with the GIFs and photos of practices. The sadism in me was natural, and it was impossible not to get aroused or feel the desire to practice it. Obviously, I had already immersed myself in videos and photos all over the internet, chatted with submissives and dominants in the rooms, and my MSN was full of people who were always ready to talk and exchange photos. I remember that my favorite website at the time was called INSEX, and the hard cruelty of the images left me absolutely hypnotized and salivating.

One random afternoon, a foot fetishist I used to talk to regularly said he would come to my city the following week (begging to be at my feet). My heart raced because it was obvious I had lied about my age and other things, but I allowed it and we arranged to meet. The next day I was counting money to buy my first whip (months later I would receive a handmade one from my friend ANJO SM, but that’s another story). Off I went into a discreet sex shop inside a commercial gallery, hunting for something useful and cheap. I was immediately drawn to a small piece  a black and red whip similar to those found in saddleries, but obviously of much lower quality. I grabbed it, paid without looking much at the saleswoman’s face at the counter, and left.

The days passed and our meeting was about to happen. I felt a mix of lust and fear. I chose a tight black pants with leather buckles on the sides, a long-sleeved lace blouse, and short boots. I fixed my hair  which at the time was a sleek black bob at chin length applied black eyeliner, red lipstick, and went to meet my first submissive.

We agreed to meet at a square called Praça da Cuca. I arrived and saw him from afar: white, slim, with wavy hair and a silly face. His name was Gabriel, he was 22 years old and from Ribeirão Preto. I walked toward him imposingly. When he saw me, he stood up, opened a smile and said: “HI QUEEN, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU’RE HERE. MAY I KISS YOUR HAND?” I extended my hand in silence and felt his gentle kiss. That’s where a DOMME was born!

He called a taxi and we went to a beautiful, large house. He mentioned casually that it belonged to an acquaintance. When we arrived, he opened the door and offered me water, then started talking rapidly about random subjects. I shouted: “SILENCE! ON YOUR KNEES!” And he immediately shut up and fell with his lips on my boots, kissing them with devotion. I walked to the sofa and he followed me crawling. I sat down, cold on the outside but vibrating inside. I opened my bag, took out my whip, ran it lightly across his face and said in a low voice: “TAKE OFF THE BOOTS AND DO WHAT WE CAME HERE TO DO!”

He removed them and smelled my socks, closing his eyes in absolute concentration. After a few minutes of sniffing, he invited me to one of the bedrooms. I entered, sat on the bed. He positioned himself on his knees in front of me and touched my feet. I felt him remove the socks and his cold fingers lightly running along the soles up to the ankles. A shiver and a slight spasm ran through me as I felt his tongue between my toes  a mixture of arousal and tickling. I concentrated so I wouldn’t laugh or move my feet. It was DELICIOUS.

As the adoration intensified, my panties grew wetter and my moans became involuntary. There was nothing else in the world beyond that moment. Then I felt his cock touching my feet. I looked at him and he gazed back at me so sweetly, panting: “MAY I, QUEEN?” I gave him a footjob. Showing total satisfaction, his cock throbbed and his expression distorted with so much pleasure. Then came the second request, my favorite of the day: “I BEG YOU, QUEEN… STEP ON ME.”

I braced myself on the bed and sank my feet into his abdomen. I walked on him, pushed my foot into his throat, balanced on his thighs. It was the most complete sensation I had ever felt up to that point. I risked a light jump, lost balance, and immediately sat back on the bed. He sat up and started masturbating while looking at my feet. The peak of excitement was hearing “MAY I CUM, QUEEN?” I denied him and he begged repeatedly until he earned his “yes.” He drenched my feet, panting: “THANK YOU, QUEEN.”

He cleaned me carefully, gave me a massage, and while talking he asked one question: “YOU LOOK SO YOUNG! ARE YOU REALLY 18?” I laughed but didn’t answer. Shortly after, I left. Something had changed in me. At 15 years old, I had been served for the first time, and I knew it would be impossible to live without that feeling again.