Silk And Plether


I made a decision to give myself seven sessions. The number seven tilts the balance & I just like it. I would know by then, if I was indeed " a natural" or a smirking poseur.

I sifted through the seemingly endless, out pouring of need, the pleading & groveling requests sent to me via e-mail. It was their slavering greediness, their insular self indulgent fingering of their private & morbid obsessions that I found off putting. Oddly, the nude photos so many of them insisted on sending left me unfazed. Their optimistic, bashful faces & shyly displayed bodies moved me more than the fervid, over heated words.

I chose to meet with a young Muslim named Nazz. He was a wealthy, international student & was living with his brother in a expensive high rise apartment. He sent his photo ( He was simply beautiful. Dark skin, smooth, with long lidded Egyptian eyes. Just a baby really)& we also spoke on the phone. He sounded charming & refreshingly naive. He was a good person to experiment with since he knew even less than I did. He said he was a virgin who was trying to save himself for marriage. How...quaint! I thought. He also had a fierce foot fetish. My feet are exceptional. I really should have them insured.

I called a cab & I arrived a little early so I could get acquainted with the lay out. I then gave Nazz a ring to let him know I had arrived. He had the concierge send me up.

"Very good Mistress. I eagerly await having your beautiful feet beneath my teeth." He enthused.

"Beneath my teeth?" I puzzled in the elevator as I fussed with my outfit. Nazz wanted the whole enchilada, so I looked like I had just stepped out of The Matrix. Except I could not afford the leather stuff. I was in the patent leather stage of my career. I wore a long over coat that cloaked me, at a glance,in respectability.

Nazz answered the door in a white silk robe. Yes, a white silk robe. He looked like a Calvin Klein model. We smiled. I think I even gasped. He stepped backwards while gesturing into the candle lit apartment. I stepped inside, shrugging off my coat. I silently held it out & Nazz stepped up smartly to retrieve it.

I looked out the wall of windows that overlooked the city. I could not believe my good fortune.

I turned toward the glowing Nazz. He actually seemed to shimmer. His robe had "slipped" open. I could not help but look down.

"Oh." I said aloud.