How it all began

It is interesting to remember that feeling of discovery and pleasure, they are still fresh in memory. I was always enlightened with my sexuality and the eccentric taste was never something that worried me in any way. Curiosity and lust go hand in hand with danger, but I was lucky.

At the age of 15, my favorite hobby was to browse hidden in the sex rooms in UOL chat (who never laughs) and I always entered the “SADOMASOQUISMO COM IMAGES” delighting me with the gifs and practice photos, the sadism in me was natural and it was impossible not to get excited or want to practice. Obviously I had already sunk in videos and photos on the internet, talked with submissives and dominators in the rooms and that my MSN was filled with people who were always ready to chat and exchange photos, I remember that my favorite site at the time was called INSEX and hard cruelty of the images left me absolutely mesmerized and salivating. One afternoon, any podiatrist with whom I always talked said he would come to my city next week (begging to be at my feet), my heart accelerated because it was obvious that I had lied my age among other things, but I allowed and we marked find us. The next day I was counting money to buy my first whip (months later I was going to win a handmade craft by my friend ANJO SM but it's another story) and off I went into a discreet sexshop inside a commercial gallery hunting for something useful and cheap, I was soon attracted to a small piece, a black and red whip similar to those found in saddlery but obviously with a much lower quality, I took it and paid without looking too much at the face of the saleswoman at the counter. The days passed and our meeting was about to happen, I felt a mixture of lust and fear, I chose a tight black pants with leather buckles on the side, a long-sleeved lace blouse and short boots, fix my hair that at the time it was a black Chanel close to the chin, black pencil, red lipstick and I went to meet my first submissive. We agreed to meet in a square called Praça da Cuca I arrived and saw him from a distance he was white, thin with wavy hair and a silly face he was called Gabriel, he was 22 years old and he was from Ribeirão Preto, I walked up to him imposing, when he saw me, he got up and smiled saying: HI QUEEN I DON'T EVEN BELIEVE YOU'RE HERE, CAN I KISS YOUR HAND? I reached out in silence and felt his gentle kiss. There was born a DOMME!

He called a taxi and we went to a beautiful and big house, he commented over the top that he was an acquaintance. When he arrived, he opened the door and offered me water, began to talk at random about random subjects. I shouted: SILENCE! ON KNEES, and he immediately fell silent and fell with his lips on my boots, kissing them with devotion, I walked over to the couch he followed me crawling, I sat cold but I was vibrating inside, I opened the bag and took off my whip on his face saying in a low voice: TAKE OFF THE BOOTS AND DO WHAT WE CAME TO DO! He took off and sniffed his socks, closing his eyes in absurd concentration, after a few minutes of sniffing he invited me to go to one of the rooms, I went in I sat on the bed he settled on his knees in front of me and touched my feet, I felt him take off the socks and his cold fingers passed lightly over the soles and went up to the ankle, a shiver and a slight spasm when feeling the tongue between the fingers, a mixture of horny and tickling, I concentrated not to laugh or move my feet, it was DELICIOUS. As adoration increased, my panties became damp and the moans were involuntary, there was nothing beyond that moment, it was then that I felt his penis touching my feet, I faced him and he looked at me so sweetly, letting out breathlessly “I CAN QUEEN?". I masturbated him with my feet ( footjob ). Showing total satisfaction, the penis throbbed and his expression was deformed with so much pleasure, then came the second request and my favorite of the day “I BEG QUEEN… Tread on Me”, I leaned on the bed and sank my feet into his abdomen. on top of him, I stuck my foot in his throat, balanced on my thighs. It was the most complete sensation I had ever felt. I took a light leap, unbalanced and sat on the bed immediately, he sat down and started masturbating looking at my feet, the peak of excitement was hearing "CAN I ENJOY QUEEN?", I denied it and he pleaded repeatedly until he won his "yes" ”. He soaked my feet panting "THANK YOU QUEEN". He cleaned me carefully, massaged, talking one of the questions was: “THE LADY LOOKS SO YOUNG! ARE YOU EVEN 18 YEARS OLD? ” I laughed but didn't answer, right after I left. Something had changed in me, at the age of 15 I was served for the first time and I knew it would be impossible to live without that feeling again.