The Sexual Domination of PJE
Published on Friday, February 29, 2008
This illustrated story
was submitted anonymously.
Note:
This story is not
a female foot fetish story. It is a male feet domination story.
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Author's note:
This story was inspired by the male feet pictures of PJE,
which you can see below.
Admittedly, this story isn't true, but it describes a
scene that I've fantasized about involving my wife, a few of her
girlfriends, and a Great Feet Foot Fetish Site male feet
contributor named PJE. Many portions of this story are actually true, but the
climax of it is only fantasy.
Also, before I go any further, I should clarify that this story in
about the sexual domination, and ravishment of a man; not that of a woman,
so you may want to click back to this site's story section
if you aren't interested in reading further. On the other hand, if you
have ever fantasized about a group of women having their way with you
at the
same, you may want to read it from that perspective. After all, when it
comes down to it, it's often how I look at this story myself.
Now, on to the story.
I hope you enjoy it.
My wife has always been aware that I am a regular visitor to the Great Feet
Foot Fetish Site. She's even indulged me by allowing me to send the
site photos of her feet. Unfortuntely, revealing my identity would
cause problems that I'd rather not have, so I'll have to remain
anonymous. Before the site had a male feet section, she always
teasingly complained about how one-sided the foot fetish community is.
Even now she thinks it's odd how biased males are when it comes to
feet. "They only
get turned on by female feet," she would say to me.
"Well
of course," I would reply. "Why
would a guy be turned on by male feet?" I would ask. Many
of you straight guys know what I am talking about because that's how we
straight men are, in general that is. We are only attracted to female
feet.
The other thing my wife would tell me is that she couldn't understand
how it was that so many guys with a foot fetish didn't take care of
their own feet. "I guess it's a guy thing," I
would tell her. But frankly, I didn't understand it either. A lot of
men do take care of
their feet, and as my wife noticed, PJE is one of those guys.
My wife is one of those women, like many, who doesn't have a foot
fetish, but at the same time she appreciates those who do. She even
points out the sexy feet of women around us when we are running errands
together, or out on the town. She knows how a pair of sexy women's feet
turn me on. She also gets a kick out of getting a rise from me when she
makes me aware of a particularly sexy pair of feet for me to enjoy, and
says, "I'll bet you'd like to have her tied and
tickled." I say the same thing to her when I see a good
looking guy. It's sort of an inside joke between us since I also have a
fetish for bondage.
At some point when I was showing her that this site has a male feet section, I
asked if she would like to have PJE
tied and tickled, and she answered, "Sure.
That would be a lot of fun. He has great looking feet, and obviously
takes care of them."
The irony is that I hadn't really noticed that we lived in the same
area in Canada as PJE. When I did notice, I mentioned it to my wife, and coyly
suggested that we should have him over for some naughty foot fetish
fun. I was surprised by her answer. "Sure," she told me. "Just let
me know when you want to have him over."
My wife and I are swingers, but we don't fully swap. Or rather, I don't
have intercourse with anyone by my wife even though she has intercourse
with other men to indulge me because I like to watch. Our usual "routine"
is to invite someone over to play with my wife while she's restrained
on the bed, and blindfolded. It's one of my favorite scenarios.
However, sometimes my wife likes to change our "routine"
so that our play dates with others don't get tiring. Plus, just to
shake things up, and "test" the people we play
with, she will suggest another scenario to see how a prospective play
partner will react. When she finds that they are unreceptive to a
suggestion of hers, she chooses not to have us play with them.
In this case my wife said with a mischievous tone of voice, "I think PJE should be tied and tickled when he comes
over."
Fortunately, PJE keeps an open mind about these things, and he ended up
being quite receptive to my wife's suggestion when I told him about it.
Knowing that he's straight, I assured him that I was also straight, and
had no intention of doing anything sexual to him. I did warn him,
however, that my wife sometimes liked to involve me when she was
playing with another guy. Usually that meant the other guy and I would
concentrate the sexual stimulation to my wife with 2-on-1 attention, or
3-on-1 attention if we were playing with another couple. But sometimes
when the women wanted to turn the tables on us, my wife would encourage
me to help her stimulate whomever was taking "their
turn" to be "tied and teased." In the
world of swingers, this isn't unusual. Helping my wife to sexually
stimulate another man wasn't a faviorite activity of mine, and not even
one I wanted to pursue, but to be fair to her indulgence of my kinky
fetishes, I would accommodate her as she pleased. Luckily for me, this
didn't happen too often, and in the case with PJE, other arrangements were made.
As it turned out, my wife had other ideas, which worked out perfectly. On the day that PJE came over to our place, my wife was especially excited. I
didn't fully know of my wife's plans until the early evening after he
had arrived, but both PJE and I would end up being pleasantly surprised by my wife's
naughty arrangements.
About fifteen minutes before PJE was to arrive, and much to my surprise, my wife revealed to
me a change of plans. With a commanding voice as if I was to have no
choice in the matter, she said to me, "Listen. I have some girlfriends coming
over, but I don't want them to know that you're here. So if you want to
be a part of this, you'd better go hide in the closet now." She added, "And you
can't come out until everyone leaves."
"I
can't come out?" I thought to myself. Part of the plan
had been for me to hide in the closet anyway so that I could enjoy the
voyeuristic thrill of watching my wife play with my friend, and he knew
I would be watching. "But what about PJE," I
asked. "He'll be expecting me to be here."
"No,"
she corrected me. "He'll be expecting you to be watching from
the closet, so what's the difference? Besides, it will be much more
exciting for him if he thinks that you might not actually be watching
after all."
"How
are you going to manage that?" I asked.
"Easy.
Just follow my lead, but don't get too settled in the closet until I've
convinced him that you're not in there." She started to
explain things to me by saying, "You know how the closet opens," but I interrupted.
"Oh I get it. I'll just kind of stay in the middle until you've shown
him I'm not inside, and then I'll get comfortable in my little spot."
"Exactly," she replied with a knowing smile.
Our wall length closet consisted of two large mirrors that slid along
tracks on the carpeted floor to open up one side of the closet or the
other at any given time. It afforded a great view of whatever was going
on in the bed. Carefully done with me in the middle section
for quick access to either side, my wife could show PJE each half of the closet without me in it. As such, I knew
that it would be a trick of the mind that would most certainly work to convince him he was alone with my wife. Because the plan was
to play with him without a blindfold, he would never see me enter the
room, which would confirm in his mind that I wasn't around. It was a
naughty game of role-playing that I realized would be pretty effective,
and add an air of sexual tension that would keep things exciting.
I didn't say a word another word to my wife.
Excited and horny, I very quickly made my way
into our bedroom, and practiced walking from one spot to another behind
the closet's mirrored doors. "This should be a snap," I
thought to myself.
I wondered how PJE would react to my wife's change of plans. At the same time
I was pretty confident that he'd get off on it in a big way. My wife
had been clever not to tell me what she had planned, as it would serve
to make for the naughtiest of surprises for both me and PJE. I
was almost as excited for him as I was for myself.
Within
a few short minutes I heard some laughter outside of our bedroom, and
assumed that my wife's girlfriends had arrived. Then the doorbell rang,
and it suddenly got quiet. Although I couldn't see it for myself, I
knew that my wife's girlfriends would be in another part of the house
until my wife had "prepared" PJE for his surprise.
I had planned to stay in the middle of the closet until I heard my
wife's verbal cues, but curiosity got the best of me, so I made my way
over to the far end of the closet to see what was going on. From there
through an open crack of the mirrored door I could see my friend
sitting on the edge of the bed. My wife stood over him. There was some
small talk, but I didn't really pay attention.
Then I heard my wife says, "This will have to go." She
unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off of him. "Lay
down," she said to him, "and scoot up here."
"Like
this?" He asked. He laid down onto his back.
"That
seems good," she replied while securing his right wrist
to the top corner of the bed.
"I
can't believe I'm letting you do this to me," he said
with a nervous laugh.
"You
still have a chance to change your mind," she playfully
replied. "Oh, oh. Now you don't," she teased while grabbing his left left
wrist rather aggressively, and holding his arm down. She quickly
slipped the restraint over his wrist, and tugged on it. "Now
you're not going anywhere."
He pulled at his wrist restraints,
but didn't say a word. Even though his jeans
were still on, I could see a definite bulge growing. My wife could also
see it.
"Oh,
what do we have here?" She asked as she pressed her hand
down on the bulge in his jeans. "You're already getting hard, and we
haven't even started yet."
He said nothing.
"Oh,
about that," she continued. Getting off of the bed, and
walking over to the closet she said, "I know that you think my husband is
watching us, but he's not. We've had a change of plans."
I knew that was my cue to be in the middle of the closet, which I
quickly retreated to just as the door to the near end was sliding open.
I moved over a few more inches to make sure I wouldn't be seen. "Hmmm. He's not there,"
she said as she closed that side of the closet, and rather quickly for
effect slid open the other side. I was more than ready, and easily
switched positions. "Well, well, well. He's not on this side
either," she added with a laugh as she slid the door
almost to a close. She was careful enough to leave the door open a
couple of inches so that I would be able to get a good view. It was
almost opened too much, but in the darkness of the closet, and the
relative darkness of the bedoom, which was only lit up with a bunch of
candles, I knew that I couldn't be seen.
I could see a slight smile on my friend's face. He continued to be
silent.
I was taken a bit off guard when my wife reached over to her cell phone
and said, "Hey sweetie, it's me." It
took me a moment to realize that she hadn't called me at all. She was
faking the call to cement in my friend's mind the illusion that I
wasn't there watching. "Yep, he's here, and I've got his wrists
tied right now," she said after a pause to make it seem
that I was talking to her. "Where are you now?"
She continued with a question to which she obviously knew the answer. "Good.
Have a great flight, and I'll see you when you get in on Monday,"
she said as if I was just about to take a flight out of the city. Then
she pretended to end the call. "I love you, too."
The look on my friend's face was classic. His jaw was dropped just
enough to show me that he was convinced that my wife was alone with
him. Suddenly our doorbell rang.
"Oh,
I guess my girlfriends have arrived," she said to him as
she stood up to leave the room. As she turned around while walking out
the door she added with a smile, "Don't go anywhere. Be right back."
I was a little surprised to see my friend raise his knees as if he was
going to get up, and run out of the bedroom. He seemed a bit panicked.
Of course his wrists were restrained, so he wasn't going anywhere. He
looked over to the closet as if I would maybe jump out, and rescue him
from his surprising fate. Of course I didn't. I guess he was resolved
to the idea that I wasn't there in the room with him. Bedsides, his
panic, if I had read his body language correctly, was certainly only
going to be momentary. After all, within moments the room would fill up
with my wife's girlfriends, and he would surely be in Seventh Heaven. I
was curious who these girlfriends of hers would be.
In less than a minute my wife returned with four women walking in
behind her. I recognized two of the women right away. They were the
wives of two guys who had played with us in foursomes before. A couple
of times all of us even had fun as a group of six, so we knew them
pretty well. I didn't recognize the other women, but they looked to be
about the same age as the rest of us. I figured that PJE was probably the youngest in the group since I think he is
about ten years younger than me. Maybe even younger. If he was older,
he certainly didn't look it. Just as he kept his feet in great shape,
she was in pretty good shape himself, and I could tell that the women
were pleased with what they were seeing.
Not a lot of talking went on, and no
introductions were made. As all of them undressed down to their
birthday suits, someone blurted out that he needed to be stripped of
his clothing as well, so they stripped him completely naked. They also
bound his ankles so that he was spread eagle for their pleasure. I
don't know if c came by it naturally, or if he was helped with Viagra of
some other pill, but he pretty much stayed hard the entire time. Of
course, that didn't seem particularly unusual since there were five
women playing with him at the same time.
Two women were at his feet with one on each foot. One of them was my
wife. They massaged, tickled, and licked his soles. They explored the
spaces in between his toes with a probing tongue while also taking time
to suck each of his toes with their warm mouths. At the same time, two
women combined their efforts to tease his balls with their fingers and
tongues while also taking turns to give him head, and jerk him off. I
noticed that each time he was about to climax, they would purposely
ease up, and then get him close to cumming all over again. I suppose
that could have been driving him a bit mad, but I knew that they would
make him cum soon enough, and that they would make hum cum hard. The
fifth woman played with his nipples, lightly tickled his arms, and
nibbled on his neck. She also teased his mouth with her pussy and clit.
While continuing to give my friend 5-on-1 attention, they occassionally switched positions, and
took a turn grind their pussies and clits down upon his mouth, and
tongue.
There was a lot of pre-cum that seemed to continuously escape from his
hard cock. I was playing with myself during his sexual ravishment, and
oozed a lot of precum as well. At one point one of the women I knew
inserted a well lubricated small curved vibrating dildo into his ass
while my wife began to jerk him off. I knew how expert this woman was
at getting to a man's prostrate gland.
She also knew just how to massage it so that with rarely an exception,
she could force a man to
ejaculate explosive amounts of cum that would invariably shoot high
into the air.
I noticed that PJE really liked having the soles of
his feet lightly tickled while having his toes sucked at the same time.
That didn't escape the attention of the two women who were coordinating
their efforts to help give PJE one
of the most pleasurable, and extended climaxes of his life. With three
women now concentrating on his sexual organs, and the other two
stimulating the soles and toes of both his feet at the same time, it
was no surprise to see multiple lines of his cum shooting high into the
air all over his stomach, chest, neck, face, and even above his head
onto the pillow. Drops of his semen were landing all over the place
including his arms, and onto the bodies and faces of the women, too.
As I watched this happen, I shot a load of semen myself without even
jerking off, because at that moment I knew what PJE was
experiencing, and wondered if he had ever cum like that before. No
matter. Either way, his body was reacting in an almost violent way. He
was grunting with exclamations I couldn't make out, and it seemed like
he was trying not to cry out. But he did, and with great fanfare as he
ferociously struggled in his restraints from the insanely intense
pleasure of cumming so hard, and so many times all at once. I was
surprised that he didn't scream for them to stop, but he didn't. I was
impressed at his ability to tolerate what I knew to be a difficult
pleasure to sustain. I always wanted to sustain this same intense
pleasure so that I might reach another higher level of sexual sexual
satisfaction. Sometimes I was able to enjoy it to the end, but other
times I just had to stop, which made for an interesting situation when
one is tied and helpless to
do anything about it.
Finally all of the women stopped his sexual ravishement to give him a
breather; a much neede breather. But that didn't last very long. With a
knowing smile on her face, my wife said to him "Want to
try for another?"
"Oh my God!" He exclaimed. "I don't
know if I can do that again."
"Oh I think you can," my wife said as she took his now
soft cock in her expert hands to get it hard again. His cock rose at
attention soon enough, and in no time at all my wife was inducing yet
another forced orgasm from his bound, and naked body. Surprisingly
there still seemed to be a lot of semen in his body as he shot another
couple of loads high into the air.
"Wow!"
He exclaimed. "I can't believe you made me cum like that
again."
My wife loved making guys cum
more than once in a short period of time. She loved the challenge, and
had a knack for doing exactly that.
They chatted a bit while freeing him from his restraints. As they
talked, he treated each of the women to the pleasurable experience of
shrimping their toes with his mouth and tongue. I didn't mind waiting.
It was fun to watch. Soon enough he left, and so too did the two women
whom I had not known before.
To my surprise with the two women I knew still in the bedroom, my wife
said, "Okay, honey. It's time to come out now."
Evidently they knew I had been there all along. Their husbands had been
in the house with us, too, but they had been in another room chatting
things up while their wives had played with PJE. We ended up putting my wife into bondage, and combining
our efforts to give her 5-on-1 pleasure. Then one of the other women
took her turn to be the center of attention. The remaining woman had
done this before with us previously, but she was much more inclined to
be a "top"
while playing.
Again, the climaxing portion of this story about
sexually ravishing PJE was fabricated, inspired only by a fantasy, but much of the
other portions of this story are actually true with some dramatic
liberties taken with the specifics. It is my sincerest hope that a lot
of you will be able to enjoy the thrill of group foot fetish fun. I'm
very lucky, although quite frankly, it doesn't happen nearly enough
times.
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