FFC-004 No hands

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No hands

Go fetch it! I look at her a bit blankly, as if I don't quite grasp what she means, or perhaps precisely because I know all too well. After a short, penetrating pause she answers with a determined look: If I have to go and fetch it myself, you'll get it right here on the spot! I get up and make to go and pick up the branch she has just thrown away. No no, on hands and knees of course, just like a dog… and, well, a dog doesn't hold the branch with its hands, does it.

Her tone, but above all the little sparks in her eyes, betray that she is enjoying my dilemma. A quick glance around me, no other people in sight, no better moment than now. Had she taken that into account? Fuck it, now or never, and I quickly crawl on hands and knees to the branch. Once there, I look hesitantly at the branch again, followed by another scan of the surroundings. Safe. Brain off and away with the shyness, I tell myself as I sink my teeth into the branch and make the return journey, if possible, even faster than the way there.

Comical sight

She looks at the whole scene laughing. Somewhere deep, really very deep inside, I also realise that it must be a comical scene to behold. Just look at you sitting there with that branch, she roars with laughter, it's just embarrassing! Not again, don't throw it away again, is the only thing that shoots through my mind. Luckily I'm allowed to lay the branch at her feet, supposedly so that she can recover from laughing.

You've earned this one, she says, and while I think I detect something like pride in her eyes, she fishes a baby-blue collar with little dog bones on it out of her bag and lovingly buckles it around my neck. Again I don't quite know what to think of it. The thing may not be pink, but baby blue isn't exactly my colour either. Those dog bones don't exactly improve matters, shall we say. On the other hand, I'm not insensitive to the symbolism of it, the confirming of our dynamic.

Just slightly different

This beautiful dominant Lady clearly shows in this way that she considers me suitable to go further with, and what's more, that she herself would like that too. Apart from the colour and design, this is actually what I strive for myself, and of course it once again doesn't go quite the way I had imagined. You can leave that to her: everything always goes just slightly differently from what was foreseen. In the end I'm above all very happy with this gesture and consequently even quickly make peace with the one she chose. A warm, heartfelt hug follows. This beautiful late-summer day had just become even more beautiful. Thank you, Ma'am!

Kinky thoughts

While we enjoy the lovely moment a little longer on the bench, the journey that brought us here replays in my head. Through my curious, perhaps slightly kinky thoughts, I ended up a few months ago at a kind of online version of Truth or Dare 'for adults'. Something different from draughts or chess. After being a member for a few days, a message appears from a woman who was until then unknown to me. She gently points out that it's much more fun to choose Dare now and then, instead of my safe Truth choices up to that point.

Good point, I write back, and in order not to show my hand I immediately ask, with a bit of bluff, whether she had anything specific in mind. Perhaps I had expected somewhere that it would stop there, although such a contact was of course also exciting. Her reply follows quickly: Of course I already have something specific in mind, it's called "No hands". Take pen and paper and write on it three times "May I please receive an assignment from You, Ma'am?"

Note: writing without hands and in capital letters, so you immediately have an idea of how it should be done. With that she had set the tone, and in a strange way this (proverbial) rap on the knuckles still made quite an impression, and that for a distant, digital contact with a stranger.

First assignment

Of course I completed that first assignment (without cheating!). To both our satisfaction, another assignment followed, since I had more or less asked for it myself by means of the barely legible note. In the period afterwards countless messages were exchanged, sometimes almost philosophical in nature, then again with all sorts of assignments. It really went in every direction. Every time just a bit crazier, more time-consuming and/or harder. Until two weeks ago. In a short summary I read the results of previous assignments, our history, and she says she thinks she sees more potential in me than this kind of online game. Surely a daredevil like you won't shrink from a Dare in real life?

The expectations are higher, but so are the rewards, provided you earn them. On reading that last sentence, images spontaneously unfold of the Lady in question, dressed in exciting clothing, ranging from tough leather outfits to sexy lingerie and everything in between. Phew, such a naughty boy's dream, of course I wanted that! With the last bit of self-control and a subtle reference to the first question I ever asked her, I wrote back: Good point, do You have something specific in mind? And once again it turned out she did, which is why we are now enjoying ourselves together on a bench in the woods, with a baby-blue dog lead with bones around my neck.

Rewards

She asks me whether this is what I had expected when we talked about rewards. Well no, such a collar hadn't even occurred to me. What then? I simply didn't know exactly what to imagine. Nonsense, she exclaims, surely something came up in that brain of yours. No expectation, perhaps, but at least something like a hopeful thought?

This is getting a bit awkward, I could hardly tell her about the images that had stirred my imagination at that very moment. Don't dare? Bare-bottomed physically, but not mentally? Oh, poor thing, we'll have to work on that later then, she says as she pats me on the head. I go noticeably quiet, and she gladly picks up on that. Next you'll start talking about the weather, she laughs. Let me help you, we'll go back to your beloved Truth questions for a moment: try telling me what is going through your mind right now, at this moment.

A bit mixed

Sweet, actually, because I noticed that she (this time at least) genuinely had my best interests at heart. It's a bit mixed, I manage to say after brief reflection. Although You're very close to the truth, it's still not quite the impression I would have liked to make. Oh? What impression did you want to make? And what impression do you think you made? The hope of an easy conversation evaporates, and as if she wants to turn up the pressure a little, she shifts a bit closer to me. For a moment I lose track, and I notice that this time she has no intention of helping.

A tense silence falls, at least, that's how it feels to me. Suddenly it comes to me: Submissive. I wanted to come across as submissive, and make sure You were happy with our adventure. But instead I'm afraid I made a reserved impression. How lovely! She speaks to me kindly, how nice that you thought about that! But reserved? When you were just sitting in front of me on hands and knees with a branch in your mouth?

Darling, I don't just think you come across as submissive, I think you are submissive. That's why I chose you. The fact that you don't immediately reveal everything has something to it, something challenging, something we can work with. Believe me, I'll get it out of you.

Showing gratitude

Speaking of impressions, I think you have quite a few impressions to process, she chuckles, easing the tension a little again. To make it a bit easier for you, I'll tell you how we'll end the day. You may take me home nicely later, where you can show me your gratitude by cleaning my boots… without hands, she adds, after which she playfully sticks out her tongue.

Relax, I won't make you do the muddy soles right away, we'll save that for another, rainier day. Because of course they can't go into the cupboard that dirty, the worst of the dirt has to come off first.

Purely positive

Kneel down for me for a moment, with your back to me. What was going to happen now? We had more or less called off the return, hadn't we? And then cleaning her boots without hands, of course I've watched enough porn and had enough fantasies to know what she might mean by that. The exact feeling this all sets off in me I can't (or won't) describe, but it is purely positive.

Dirty prints

I quickly kneel before her, waiting to see what will come. I feel her put her boot against my shoulder blade and press down quite hard. Then under my other shoulder blade too. A strange sensation, it didn't hurt, it was nothing like kicking, actually it didn't do much for me. Turn around! Promptly she continued on the front, that is, my stomach and chest. When I look at my shirt I see the unmistakable prints of her soles. You've done that nicely, I praise her, now they can surely go in the cupboard. Thank you, I think it suits you too, she says briefly. Let's go back, you can do the rest at home.

I think we weren't even halfway when she suddenly stopped and said she could do with something to drink. Yes, we'll do that, we turn right here and if I'm not mistaken there's a very cosy little terrace on the corner. Um, I don't know whether they'll want me on that terrace like this, I stammer, pointing at the footprints on my shirt. Of course they will, she says, already half dragging me along. You don't believe in coincidence, do you?

All planned in advance, young man. So you see, I don't always show everything either, now you know what that's like. You're not afraid again that you'll make the wrong impression, are you? Hilarious, real top-shelf humour growls my subconscious.

The Nijmegen Four Days Marches

But soon I'll be sitting there looking as if the first participants of the Nijmegen Four Days Marches couldn't avoid me any more. And the worst was perhaps that collar, what would people make of the whole picture? As we walk onto the terrace she is already pointing enthusiastically at a table almost in the middle. As if it's been kept free for us, she squeals enthusiastically. Shhh, I think, calm down. The less attention the better. As we sit down I see a sign saying reserved on the table. She had really planned it.

She raises her hand and beckons. Don't worry, she grins as the waitress stands at our table, I'll do the talking, I think he's a bit shy. She orders a ginger tea with apple pie "and a glass of water for Pluto here, please". Oh dear, has he been good? The waitress gives me a few almost belittling pats on the head as she asks the question. I go from one surprise to the next. Apparently the waitress knows about the plans, but I haven't yet decided whether that's nice or not at all.

Not run away yet

At first I feel terribly awkward, but my companion is clearly having a good time and I decide to focus on that. With some effort I tell her I'm glad she's enjoying herself so much, and that this ultimately matches the impression I wanted to make. She smiles at me kindly. You've indeed managed that, and you haven't run away yet! With a slightly naughty look she points at her boots, I'm already looking forward to admiring your skills later.

I wanted to say that the feeling was entirely mutual, but instead what came out was that I could picture that very well. Remarkable how you apparently dare to undergo all sorts of things, but still don't quite dare to surrender to it, she says with a smile. Nice, that inner conflict.

Excellent mood

With a slight blush on my cheeks I pay for the drinks and we continue on our way home. Was it bearable, she asks. I'd be lying if I said I'd ever been through worse, I joke back. We are both in excellent spirits and chat away on the way. Right, here we are, time for dessert, she says. You don't have to do that out here, you can come inside, if you still dare, that is. I wouldn't want to miss it, I say bravely.

That's what I like to hear, and I expect to see that later too. Despite my many attempts, I just don't manage to throw her off balance.

The other way round it does often hit home, just as I hadn't expected this answer either. The door falls shut behind us and she turns round immediately. On your knees, head down, and thank me for the walk in the woods, your collar, and my attention. The cosy chatting of just a few moments ago has made way for a very stern tone. And as a small token of appreciation you will clean my boots as we just discussed.

Gratitude

Humbly I express my gratitude, which is roughly interrupted with the remark that she really couldn't understand this. I repeat my words with more force, after which I finally get permission to begin the cleaning. Because of the nice weather they were luckily not even that dirty, at most a bit dusty. I thought I could get away with it by first placing a kiss on the toes and then perhaps wiping away the worst of the dust with my cheek, even though somewhere I was curious about the sensation of a lick. But well, you don't want to overdo it straight away, I thought.

What, no tongue, Pluto? Isn't that what you're known for? Outside you were so enthusiastic! Apparently the pet name she had given me herself suited her perfectly, and she didn't let the chance to use it against me go to waste. Come on, just do it, I want it, you want it, what's stopping you? Her tone is no longer stern or teasing, rather encouraging and persuasive. While I sit bent forward, with my nose just above her toes and various considerations follow one another at record speed in my head, her other foot suddenly pushes me down.

There was already a print on your shirt, so I thought you might appreciate a little extra support in the back, she says sweetly. Her foot on my back, her encouragement, and to a certain extent even my own urge, all together I can no longer resist and promptly I let my tongue slide firmly over the leather of her boot.

I look up for a moment at the result, it's not as if this happens to me every day. A wide, dark black stripe had clearly appeared on the boot. It hadn't escaped her either. Do you see how nicely they'll shine? If this one looks like that all over, you may ask me whether you can begin on the other.

Dry mouth

When the moment to switch boots arrived, she asked me whether I didn't have a dry mouth from all that dust. Yes, absolutely! She walks away, only to return not much later with a small glass of water. Lovely, I thought, that's very welcome. Had I already said that everything always goes just slightly differently from what you think? This was no exception. She lets me know she has a dry mouth too and drinks the glass empty. Oh, did you want some too?! No problem of course, open your mouth.

Hesitantly I do as she says, and before I know it she spits, a perfect hit. More? No? Then you may begin on the other boot. This time she occasionally takes a few steps back or to the side so that I have to follow. It doesn't bother me, I'm perfectly fine with all of it. Finally everything seems to have fallen into place for me, and I can enjoy how she plays me. Of course I wouldn't be quick to call it surrender myself, although at the moment I have no other word for it. Luckily words aren't needed right now anyway.

Like new!

After both boots look almost like new again, she helps me to my feet and then rewards me with a heartfelt embrace. Lovely! For this alone it was already worth it. She makes clear that we may relax now, and suggests flopping down on the sofa to chat a bit more and land, as she calls it. In the end she tells me she has had a really nice afternoon with me, and that next time she would like to plan a morning or an evening. She likes a little mysterious teasing, so she describes the options as "Champagne breakfast" or "Showstopper of the evening".

She won't tolerate questions about this, but I may think about it. As soon as I'm home I have to let her know. As we say goodbye she takes me loosely by my collar, I had almost forgotten I was wearing it. Do you want me to take it off for you here, or will you do that yourself at home? I choose the latter so as to hold on to my euphoric feeling a little longer, and that pleases her. Next time you're here, make sure you're wearing it, right? Of course, Ma'am, I answer. She corrects me: "Of course Mistress".

Specifications: Femdom fantasy contest 2025

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3,125

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Woods – shyness – chess – lingerie – confirming

Entry number

FFC-004

Received on

8 January 2025

Submitted by

slave f

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