We sat the across from each other in the crowded bar, talking and laughing. Talking like we were old friends and catching up the weeks events. My foot rested on his chair comfortably between his legs, my toes making contact with his balls. His had rested on my pedicured foot, rubbing gently and caressing me under the table. After our last encounter, I felt it necessary to have a night out together and at least have a drink. It was a sign of mutual respect and to discuss the situation as it were. There was no relationship that didn’t come with even the shortest string.

“Did I hurt you?” mixing my drink with my straw, looking up at him with a blank gaze.

He nervously looked around, as if somehow the other patrons might hear, “Yes, but…” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, tilting his head down.

Ahhhh, the beautiful submission. My pussy started to swell. The thought of him, on his knees, head down, being fucked and sucked off.

“I wanted it. I’d never been… like that…ever.”

I stretched my foot out towards him and he pushed his cock against my foot. He was hard under his pants, and now rubbing my toes along his long shaft. The thought of me, violating and owning him, had his blood boiling already. I could see it in his eyes, the warm brown deepened and his eyes opened to me. I could see him, right through to his soul.

He wanted me, he craved me.

He trusts me.

“Alright,” I smiled, massing his cock with my foot while he pushed it against me. “Then we agree.” I threw down a $20 on the table for the drinks and started to get up.

“Lets go.”