Not Safe For Work Ch. 07

This story is about a dominant t-girl and her secret girlfriend. This arc involves foot fetish, strapon and anal sex, and BDSM scenes, with a touch of exhibitionism. All of the scenes are consensual.

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The weekend has finally arrived. I can't say I'm excited about it, though. It's been exactly 24 hours since I got the envelope, and I never got the courage to talk to her about it. That thing was peeking through my backpack during the whole class, asking me to reveal its contents to my girlfriend, or else...

But Zoey was away. She took the day to visit her family, so I was by myself. But, before she left, I asked her to meet up at the diner we went on our first date at 7 PM.

Therefore, I spent the day figuring out how we talk about this. My kickboxing class was over at dusk, yet I spent some extra time working out after class, asking my faithful heavy bag for advice; after all, it's the best listener in the world. Her answer is always the same: silence. Both the other trainers and my students noticed that I was quite off today. I got so engrossed on my training that the owner approached me just minutes before the nightly yoga group was starting their class. It was 8 PM then. I was out of breath, fully drenched in sweat, and very, very much late.

So I skipped the shower and stormed off the gym, forgetting to say any goodbyes at all.

The cold winds met me instantly outside. It was a cloudy night; one worthy of the typical hard boiled black and white film that has the usual private investigator meeting the chain smoking femme fatale with the sultry voice in a seedy little bar. However, it was the investigator who was late. Karma sure has its way around me.

My phone rang. It was a text from Zoey, asking about my whereabouts. I told her the truth: I was on my way, and I got so engrossed on my training that I completely forgot. The diner isn't really that far from the gym. And once it appeared on the horizon, the first droplets of rain fell on me.

The diner is built on an old train wagon, still adhered to its vintage aesthetic, including a working jukebox in mint condition with the best rockabilly tunes blasting at full volume. As usual, the place was busy. If the nostalgia wasn't attractive enough, it was their milkshakes. Best place in town.

Zoey was sitting on a booth far away from the crowded area, right near the window. A waiter was refilling her glass of water when our eyes met. As soon as she got up, I jumped right at her and we kissed.

"I'm very sorry," I pouted, throwing the bag on the seat.

"Its fine, sweetie," she smiled.

Zoey was baring her midriff wearing a plaid shirt, skinny jeans and the peep toe platforms she uses at work. Her hair flowed naturally all over her shoulders, with the final waves ending in a couple of strands touching the top of her breasts. She twirled one of them, showing off a recent manicure in blue. When I looked down again, I caught her peeping toe with a French tip pedi.

"You came prepared," I said.

"My sister insisted," she whispered, winking at me.

We sat at the same time and found ourselves staring at each other. I lost myself on her amber eyes as her hands caressed mine. My mind started to wander off for a bit, only being brought back as I realized that the only thing that has changed since the last time we came was the waiting staff. While the jukebox remained silent, we heard the grumpy chef yelling, and we both laughed.

The same waiter who refilled her glass came to us and welcomed me to the diner. He offered us the menu and told us about the specials of the evening. I was starving, and was also craving for something sweet, so I asked for a hamburger and a slice of chocolate cake. Zoey ordered the same, but chose to have a milkshake for dessert instead. We held our hands again when the waiter went off.

"I'm having a weird flashback," she chuckled. "I think we ordered the same on our first date. Do you remember?"

I nodded.

"We came here after watching that shitty sci-fi horror film one co-worker recommended us on that party," I smiled. "I never got to kick him in the nuts after that."

We remained quiet once again, still staring at ourselves. All of the sudden, Zoey started to blush. Through my leggings, I felt something soft touching me, pushing my buttons on my calves. My tuck was starting to feel uncomfortable, and I felt the envelope on my bag stare at me again. Zoey, however, was biting her lip, as her touch crawled upwards.

"There was also something that I wanted to do to you that night," she confessed.

"Really?" I sighed. My tuck undid itself as my breathing got heavier. She nodded.

I grabbed the envelope and kept it on my hand, figuring that could grab her attention, but her eyes were still locked on me, and her face turned more into the same one I have whenever I get into my role as her boss. Her toenails scratched my thighs through the nylons, making their way onto my crotch. She squeezed it, making me drop the envelope on the table as I let out a moan. She chuckled.

"I was curious," she said. "I always knew you were a t-girl before we had sex for the first time."

"How'd you know?" I babbled. "No one in the office knows I'm trans. Not even the bosses. Ah!"

She squeezed again. I looked down and saw her bare feet playing with my bulge. Indeed, she got French tips done. On her left foot she was wearing a ring on her second toe, and a silver anklet. I started to blush, as she used toes to grab my leggings and pulled them down, leaving my cock in the open.

"Your bulge was visible during the party," she giggled. "That brought up the question: how big were you?"

Her soft soles kept caressing my cock tenderly, until I got completely hard. She used both of her toes to play with my balls before scratching my shaft and trapping it between her high arches.

"And then, you sucked a cock for the first time in our first date... Right over there," I pointed to the women's bathroom behind her. "But now..."

I slid the envelope up to her as she squeezed my cock and then trampled on it at the same time as she used her soles and her toenails to massage it. Zoey raised an eyebrow as she read the handwritten words on the envelope, but didn't stop working me. It's like her feet were self-aware. They were size 9, very veiny, with long toes perfectly shaped and beautiful rounded long nails.

She trapped my cock between her toes at the same time as she slid the picture face down on the table. "Try to be quiet next time," she read out loud. Once she turned it over, she giggled. "So this is why you've been quite weird this whole time," she added.

"Was I?"

Zoey smiled at me. I let out a moan when she used one foot to squeeze my balls. My erection reached the point where it wouldn't go away until I came.

"It's fine," she said. "You weren't the only one who got a present."

"Really?"

She nodded. "This same picture was sitting on my chair, with the same handwritten message on it, contained within the same kind of shitty envelope with my name scribbled on it."

"What did you do to it?"

"I used it for tinder on my parent's chimney," she shrugged, squeezing her feet on me. "Don't worry; no one in my family got to see it."

"You know; if that goes public- Ah!"

My moan interrupted me, but she knew what I was about to say.

"I don't care, boss. You're tense. You're worrying too much. I'm giving you a footjob in public. Someone has already seen what I'm doing, and you're worried about a picture only two people —outside the photographer— has seen it yet? We do porn as a side hustle too, remember? Besides, your cock is ridiculously hard. I'm not sure if that's because you too have a foot fetish, or it's because we're both in public."

She made me blush even more. I forgot the windows; they were big enough for our seats to be seen. Although my gym bag was covering, there was still the possibility of the tip of my penis being seen. If not, her feet definitely were.

She was right too. Like her, I also have a foot fetish, but unlike her, I don't embrace it. I'm actually ashamed of it. I shouldn't, though. There are a lot of people who also are into it. So I got an idea. It was dangerously low on battery, but nevertheless, I picked my phone from my bag.

My body tingled when I saw my dick between her arches again through the screen. Zoey stopped jerking me and posed her feet with my cock in different ways. We were all bright thanks to all the precum I left. From time to time she she jerked me, allowing me to snap a complete total of over a hundred pictures.

"Just relax, Nina," she whispered, as she gripped my cock harder. "There is nothing to worry about. Let go and enjoy."

I nodded and relaxed on the booth. Her feet moved easily over my penis, feeling even better than a handjob. Zoey placed her elbows on the table and stared at me again, looking smug with her chin supported on her hands. My moaning got an octave higher as she started to go faster. I started filming, pointing the camera only to my crotch, with my moaning being recorded alongside the chatter of the restaurant and the tunes on the jukebox.

Five minutes in, I was shivering and moaning non-stop. Then, I exploded. It wasn't just a simple orgasm. My cock erupted like a volcano, leaving a total mess on her feet, my thighs and my leggings. She laughed with complete malice. Just like her breasts are way better with semen on them, her feet also became even more attractive that way. And even after I was done, I was still hard. In an attempt to make me limp again, Zoey kept using her feet on my swollen cock, making me cum quickly a second time, leaving me limp in a complete mess. She used her feet to dress me up again, and then she retreated them to her shoes. I placed my phone under the table to get a closer frame of her feet as she dangled them.

I stopped filming and took a photo of her cummy feet dangling her shoes. I showed it to her and uploaded it to our Twitter account right before my phone died.

"Damnit!"

"Hey!"

Zoey pointed behind me. The server was getting delivering other tables, and next was ours. Still my focus wasn't our food, but rather the weird looks we may have caught. There were none. When I looked back at Zoey, she was grinning like an idiot; a feeling that I reciprocated. Then, we laughed. This was our first footjob, and it was really fun.

While the server still attended the other tables, we went to the bathroom to wash our hands. I was the first one who leaned on the sink. As soon as the water started to run, a couple of hands pulled down my pants and spanked my bare butt. Zoey hugged me from behind, squeezing her breasts on my back as she kissed my cheek. Her hands travelled from my thighs all the way to my cock. She then placed a plastic cage that I couldn't see until she stepped back. She got me on a pink chastity device.

"Did you just..." I growled.

"I did!" she grinned. "Don't worry, boss. It won't last long."

"You know that I'll punish you for this, don't you?"

She kissed me and whispered at me: "I'll gladly take it, boss."

Back to our booth, the server placed our food in front of us and politely wished us to enjoy the meal before disappearing in the kitchen.

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