When you are waiting for something significant to happen every second feels like an hour. While I am waiting for my Princess to signal me something from her balcony, let me share with you my story.
My name is Challa. For the past twenty-five years, I have been single (not by choice but out of compulsion) living with an inferiority complex of not being worthy enough to ever win over a girl's heart. But finally, in the next few minutes, I may experience the emotion that only very few would have been fortunate to experience. To give a backdrop of my story I'd have to go back to four years.
For almost four years I have been in a one-sided relationship with the love of my life Shanaya. It was love at first sight for me. I was extremely attracted to her physical beauty initially. As luck would have it, we were group mates in one of our first semester assignments. That is when I got to know her even better. Beyond her beauty, there was an inherent goodness in her that made it impossible for me to not fall for her. She was kind, sweet, and extremely caring.
Just when I contemplated taking the next step and express my feelings for her I got to know about her falling for some other guy from our college. The guy who she fell in love with was my senior who had ragged me on my first day of college and someone whom I despised. It was heartbreaking to see her with that bully but I kind of got used to it.
Feeling frustrated that I would perhaps never be good enough for her, I drowned myself in self-pity. Every couple would remind me of her relationship with that bully.
She kind of got an inkling of my feelings for her through our common friends. She perhaps felt sympathetic towards me and yet she seemed extremely content in her relationship. That is when I was bitten by the submissive buck.
Once she asked what I wanted on my twenty-third birthday. Having gulped multiple shots of alcohol I was not in my senses and the only reply I could conjure up was that I wanted to kiss her and feel her touch just once in this lifetime. Sensing the awkwardness of the conversation, she tried to diffuse the matter. She joked that the only part of her body that I would be permitted to kiss is her feet as it stinks, which even her boyfriend finds unbearable and therefore won't mind it being kissed by other guys. She had added a laughing emoji at the end to emphasize that it was just a joke and not meant to demean me in any which way. Before I could fully comprehend what she had just replied I passed out that night.
But that message of hers stayed in my mind forever. The possibility of feeling her feet, drenched in sweat, on my lips was too enticing. It aroused me in a manner that was inexplicable. It was not just sexually stimulating, but being treated as a submissive slave would also be a happy reminder of my place in her life which I had slowly come to terms with.
I felt like the greatest pleasure I could experience sexually was to serve my love Shanaya ( whom we used to call Shano lovingly). Every night since then I would watch videos on femdom involving feet. It brought unbridled happiness to my life. Transported me to a world that had no limits. In every video, I could imagine only one face as the mistress.
As months and years passed by, we hardly interacted yet I thought about her every second. She had got a job and was moving out of college permanently, while I had flunked my exams and was barred from placements. Worried about my career she had asked me to meet her for one last time before her scheduled journey. The possibility of it being our last meeting made me shudder.
Finally, the moment arrived at the coffee shop at our college. Meeting the girl of my fantasy one-on-one after such a long break itself was like a dream come true. She expressed her displeasure over my poor academic performance. And also hinted that she feels guilty that my love for her made me get into alcohol addiction, which eventually ruined my life. While she kept on motivating me to be more serious in life all I was trying to do was to find a way to glance at her perfectly shaped feet for one last time. Finally, when I was about to leave, she asked me something that almost stopped my heartbeat for a second.
"Challa is there anything that I could do for you before I leave this city? You can literally ask me anything I won't refuse," she said.
My heartbeat became faster. It was racing. Should I beg her and ask for an opportunity to serve her and her feet for just a couple of minutes before she leaves forever?
I composed myself and came out of the reverie when she asked, "Hey Challa are you listening?"
Finding a way to express my desire in an indirect manner to not come across as a creep, I told her, "I want to get over you and I guess it's possible only if you."
"Only if I? " she asked.
"Stop being so kind to me," I replied.
"What is it supposed to mean," was her immediate retort.
Sensing that it is the right opportunity as I had nothing to lose I mustered courage and said.
" Just humiliate me. Do something that makes me feel worthless and unworthy of your love. Something that would constantly remind me that you could never ever be mine. It's been four years since I am in love with you and I have done everything possible to get over you and imagine a life that does not involve you but the thought of us getting together at some point just ruins all my efforts. Every single day in these past four years I have thought about you, dreamt of a happily ever after with you, and stalked you every hour hoping you have a breakup. Tried to improve and be a better version of myself that makes you realize I can make you feel like a princess. Thought of new ways to impress you. And I think the cycle will keep on continuing if you don't do something to stop me. In these four years, not even a single day has passed without me touching the alcohol and trying to forget you. I need your help. Please save me and pull me from the path of self-destruction I beg you," I ranted.
To be honest I had stopped pursuing her for a long time. I felt being able to serve her as a slave was more rewarding than anything else. Still, I manipulated her to believe that her humiliation was the only tonic that could bring my life back on track.
She was left speechless. She almost had tears in her eyes. She perhaps regretted having befriended me in the first place.
After a deep breath, she asked me, "So how am I supposed to humiliate you, like abuse you or something."
"No no that won't work. Something beyond that which would make me shudder to even think about us getting into a relationship," I replied.
"Hmm okay. Look I have not done something of this sort to any guy or for that matter to any person in my life but considering your predicament I can just try to..." she said.
"I will be most grateful to you," I said with my penis erecting at the mere thought of being dominated by her.
"Just do one thing. My bf has gone out with his friends and would be late. And you know we are in a live-in for the past few months. If you know the location you just be there after your classes end," she said.
I jumped out of my chair in excitement and told her I am ready to bunk the classes and come with her at that very moment.
"Ohh but promise me this is the last class you are going to bunk for me," she said with a mischievous wink.
"I promise. But I don't know the location," I replied.
"Okay then just follow me. The location is within walking distance," she said.
She got up and started walking. I was in complete disbelief that I would be with her at her house within a few minutes alone. Yet I was quite fearful that she would change her mind and felt it won't work out.
I followed her patiently with excitement combined with nervousness. That one and half km walk seemed like a ten-mile marathon. And finally, she entered a small bungalow where she and her bf had occupied a small room on the first floor. She asked me to wait outside the bungalow till she appears on the balcony signaling me to come. I have been waiting patiently reliving all the past memories and awaiting with bated breath what the future holds for me.
Cut to Present
It took her fifteen minutes to signal me to come in. I rushed in and climbed the stairs in a matter of a few seconds to find myself just outside her room with the door half ajar. I knocked on the door as a courtesy and was asked to enter. I went inside the room to find her ensconced comfortably on the sofa. She asked me to latch the door which I did.
She asked me to sit on my knees in front of her. I was so excited about the possibility of what could transpire between us for the next few hours.
