I am a 27 year old male living in New Delhi. The following story is inspired by true events. I have merged multiple experiences into one story and have taken some artistic license to make the true events more appealable. I have not exaggerated the story as I believe that reality is more interesting than unattainable fantasy.
I came across the world of BDSM, submission and kink, same as many of you would have – through porn. I was bored with the vanilla porn and was searching for something new. Lo and behold, there it was – brutal, nasty and scary scenes of pain and torture. But unlike a lot of people, I was instantly attracted to it. There was something in me that just was not able to get enough of a woman dominating a man. I did not understand the BDSM scene much at that time, but over the years I became more aware of it.
Initially, I would fantasize about worshiping a domina’s feet and jerk off while watching a BDSM porn. But as I grew, something in me wanted more. I started feeling that I do not see sex same as a lot of my friends did. My sexual needs were not about a penis penetrating a vagina. It was different – I wanted to be owned, to be degraded, to be humiliated in the service of a formidable woman. And it did happen when I was 24 years old.
I am NOT an attractive male. I am overweight with a below average penis (good for being trampled by a goddess). At 5 feet 10 inches, I am reasonably tall with ok looks. However, I was a gentleman with good education, decent personality and humble attitude. I will not be attractive to a girl at first sight but once she had spent some time with me, I could impress her (at least in some cases).
During my college years, I had a lot of female classmates who were my friends. A few of them were really beautiful. But one of my friends – Sanya – was especially attractive. She was 5 feet 9 inches and had fair complexion with dark-long hair. Her face was as pretty as it gets – big brown eyes, straight cut nose, dimpled cheeks and a smile to die for. She had a sexy body with perky breasts, slender waist and a decent butt. But the best of them all were her legs. She had long legs with beautiful feet. God must have chiselled her legs with the intention that men like me may die under them. Her feet were like milk with soft skin, heavenly toes and arch like a gymnast.
She was my friend during college but we were not very close. We would hang out with our common group of friends, but that was it. We were cordial but nothing more. Whenever we meet, I would steal a few glances of her feet. However, I would try not to let her notice that I was checking out her feet. I was very careful that no one gets to know about my hidden sexual urges as I was afraid of being branded a pervert.
At 24, I graduated from a reputed college in Delhi and decided to stay in Delhi. Life was good and I was not really in touch with many of my college friends. One fine day in October, I was walking out of a bar in Khan Market (People in Delhi will know the place), when I heard someone calling out my name from a distance. I turned back and saw a slender figure waving at me. It was SANYA! I had not thought about her since a few months now but one look and all I wanted was to look at her feet. She came close to me –