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Cinderella

Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Fetish, Author: FeliciaGreene, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

You’re not the only awkward one around here. As he raised his face to hers, smiling, Emma couldn't help but smile back. “So what’s your name?” “Emma. And… you can probably get up now.” It seemed like a simple request, but Alex stayed stock-still. Slightly hunched, in fact. Why does he look embarrassed? Oh God. “Is that… is that an -” “I’m sorry!” Alex covered his groin protectively; if anything it only accentuated the bulge. “I’m so sorry, if I could control it I would, but I -” “This is what gets you off?” Emma looked at the shoes again, remembering Oliver’s words. Specialist interests . “I know it’s sick, I’m sorry, I just - I mean, look at you, you’re so -” “I didn't say it was sick.” Emma calculated rapidly. He’s super-famous, richer than God and you’re turning him on. Use it. She felt a sudden, sweet little rush of pleasure between her thighs. Who knows what you’ll get? She adjusted her posture, lifting her skirts a little higher. “But I think you want me to say you’re sick. Don’t you?” There was a moment of complete silence. Emma saw the feelings battling it out on Alex’s bankable face; fear, suspicion, lust. She wondered if she’d gone too far. Then she saw it, like a spark; the faint, tremulous hope of acceptance. “… I do,” Alex whispered. “I do.” Emma watched him bow his head, those sexy cheekbones flushed with scarlet, and felt the faint flashes of pleasure at the tops of her thighs grow stronger. She strode to the stairwell door, reaching for a nearby chair. ... Jamming it securely under the handle, she sat down. “Then come here,” she said, “and tell me exactly how sick you are.” Alex began getting to his feet. “Did I say you could stand?” His head hung lower. “No.” “No what? ” “No… Emma.” “Correct. Now crawl to my feet, and kneel.” He’s doing it, he’s actually doing it! “And make the description detailed.” She watched Alex crawl over the cold ground, the bulge in his pants making his movements pained. As he knelt, Emma pulled her skirts up over her knees. The desire that shone in Alex’s eyes accentuated her growing pleasure. “Begin.” “I love women’s feet in high-heeled shoes,” Alex said haltingly. “It - it turns me on. It makes me want to please them.” “How do you want to please them?” “”It makes me want… want to kiss their feet. And their ankles. And their legs, all the way up… all the way up to their pussy. It makes me want to make them come.” “I see.” “But- but they need…” Alex was blushing harder now. What on earth is coming next? “They need to be firm. Commanding. To-to tell me what to do.” “Because you’re a sick man and need to be punished. Say it.” “Because I’m a sick man and need to be punished.” Emma looked at Alex’s bulge; his cock was clearly straining even harder than before. I think I may have a talent for this. She leaned back in the chair, looking at the stars. “I will allow you to please me,” she said in a deliberately careless tone, “because you were honest. Why am I allowing you to please me?” Alex was staring up at her, ...