<p>The Adventures of Mistress Becca is a chance for me to explore the pleasures of digging into my dominant side by dominating you, the reader, in a first person story. I plan to publish at least one adventure a week, so come back often!</p><p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=adventures%20mistress%20becca">Click here</a> to read the previous adventures </p><p><img data-media-id="56789171" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>I first noticed you staring when I was on the elliptical machine. Lots of guys stare, of course, but what made you different was that you weren’t staring at my ass or my tits. You were staring at my feet.</p><p>At first I thought you were staring because of my new shoes. They were pink and black and the pink was particularly vibrant. But you kept staring. You weren’t gross about it, but you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off my feet as I moved from the elliptical to the free weights. Other guys stared at my ass in the pink and black leggings I’d worn, but you didn’t. You couldn’t keep your eyes off my feet.</p><p>Much to my surprise, you found the courage to talk to me while I was taking a water break. Even more surprising was how direct you were willing to be.</p><p>You said, “I know this probably sounds crazy, but I give really good foot massages and I was wondering if you’d be willing to let me give you one.”</p><p>Normally, that kind of request would be met with a polite smile and a quick declination. There was something about you, though. You didn’t have that pervy gleam in your eyes. Instead, you seemed like a genuinely submissive guy that desperately wanted to give a foot massage to a pretty girl.</p><p>“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I asked. “About your skill at giving foot massages, I mean.”</p><p>A bright smile broke across your face, presumably because I didn’t immediately turn and walk away after your request.</p><p>“Well, I could put you in touch with a few ex-girlfriends. I’m quite certain they’d all vouch for my talent at giving foot rubs,” you said. “But I’m not lying. I give great foot massages.”</p><p>You seemed nervous, but in a way that seemed cute rather than off-putting.</p><p>“My feet are kind of sore,” I said. “I suppose it would be nice to get a foot massage from an expert.” </p><p>I saw the look of surprise on your face. It seemed that you weren’t expecting me to take you up on your offer to rub my feet.</p><p>“I’m Becca, by the way,” I said.</p><p>“It’s nice to meet you, Becca,” you said as we shook hands. A moment later you added, “We could go back to my place. It’s nice, I promise.”</p><p>Most of the time, a smart woman would refuse an offer like that. This felt different, though. You didn’t seem the slightest bit threatening. It seemed like I could control you with ease, that I could have told you to get on your knees and kiss my shoes right there in the gym and you would have done it.</p><p>“That would be wonderful,” I said. “Let’s go right now, in fact.”</p><p>“Okay,” you said.</p><p>We left the gym and stopped by my car as you gave me your address.</p><p>“I’ll see you soon,” I said.</p><p>After a short drive I arrived at your place just a few minutes after you. The building looked immaculately maintained and your apartment was genuinely lovely. In fact, I was a little surprised at how nice it looked inside. You kept a cleaner home than most single guys and you clearly made enough money to furnish it nicely.</p><p>I sat on your couch without being invited and you sat on the other end, positioning yourself to have my feet placed in your lap so you could massage them.</p><p>“You know, I think it would be better if you sat on the floor in front of me,” I said. “Don’t you?”</p><p>“Of course, Becca,” you said.</p><p>A moment later you were seated in front of me. I smiled at your willing submission and placed my feet in your lap.</p><p>“Why don’t you take my shoes off,” I said.</p><p>You carefully untied the laces and slipped my shoes off my feet. You ran your fingers over the soft, lightly sweat-soaked ankle sock and looked up at me. I saw the intense delight in your eyes and suspected you were already sporting an erection.</p><p>I lifted one of my feet, letting it come to rest just a few inches from your face. “I’d like you to kiss my foot,” I said.</p><p>You leaned forward and pressed your lips against my damp sock. You kissed my foot as I desired. You closed your eyes and moaned quietly, confirming your status as a foot fetishist.</p><p>“Now kiss the other one,” I said as I lifted my other foot to your face.</p><p>You kissed it like a good boy and again you groaned. I knew you were aroused, but I was too. I felt the joy of having a sweet submissive to play with.</p><p>“Take my socks off,” I said as I dropped my feet into your lap once more.</p><p>You took the opportunity to run your fingers over my socks and the soft, exposed skin of my lower calves before slowly, carefully removing each sock and leaving my feet in a nude state.</p><p>“Are you turned on?” I asked.</p><p>“Yes, Becca,” you said as your eyes met mine.</p><p>I raised my left foot and said, “Does that mean you’re willing to do whatever it takes to be granted the pleasure of massaging my feet?”</p><p>“Yes,” you said.</p><p>“Good. Then I want you to take my big toe in your mouth and suck on it like a good boy. Show me that your mouth is as talented as you claim your fingers are,” I said.</p><p>You leaned forward and took my big toe into your mouth. You held my gaze as you sucked on it just like you were sucking a cock. You moved your tongue over the underside of my beautiful toe and you took it in and out of your mouth over and over. You were every bit the good boy I wanted you to be.</p><p>“You may rub my foot,” I said as I pulled my toe from your mouth.</p><p>You excitedly took my foot in your hand and put your fingers to work, proving that you weren’t lying about your skill. I closed my eyes, tilted my head towards the ceiling, and enjoyed the very particular bliss that is receiving a wondrous foot massage from someone with a genuine passion for feet.</p><p>“You weren’t lying,” I said. “You’re very good at this.”</p><p>You ran your fingers over the base of my foot and up the exposed part of my calf, spreading the joy of your skillful massage further.</p><p>“It’s a pleasure to rub someone so beautiful,” you said. “And with such beautiful feet.”</p><p>I smiled at you and said, “It’s nice to be rubbed by a good boy like you.”</p><p>You flashed a smile at me, but there was so much more behind it. I saw your lust. I saw your desire to submit. I saw your need to be a good boy for me.</p><p>“You may rub my other foot,” I said.</p><p>You took my other foot in your hands and you applied the same magic. I enjoyed your massage skills for a few minutes and then I put my free foot to work. My toes worked their way up your thigh and between your legs, where they found the bulge of your erect cock. I showed you my skill at teasing a man as I played with it through your gym shorts.</p><p>“I like a man that finds it so exciting to serve a beautiful woman,” I said.</p><p>You groaned as your fingers rubbed the flesh around my ankles and moved up my calf. I saw you close your eyes as I gave you the pleasure of an over-the-shorts footjob.</p><p>The more I played with your cock, the louder you groaned. You kept massaging me, though. It was an integral part of your pleasure. It seemed that you enjoyed it even more thanks to my willingness to dominate you.</p><p>The look of disappointment on your face as I pulled my foot from your grasp was adorable. You would have rubbed my feet all day long if I’d let you.</p><p>Instead, I stood up and turned around. My foot made its way back between your legs to play with your erect cock as I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my leggings and slowly pulled them down.</p><p>“I got very, very sweaty today,” I said. “In fact, my ass is still rather sweaty and I’d like you to clean it for me. After all, I’ve done you a favor by letting you rub my feet and you’re going to do me this favor if you want any more pleasure. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes, Becca,” you said.</p><p>I exposed the soft, milky white skin of my ass and you got a glimpse of my pussy before I bent over and looked back at you.</p><p>“Clean up every bit of sweat from my ass,” I said.</p><p>You did your job without hesitation, no doubt driven by the pleasure of my toes playing with your cock through your shorts.</p><p>You licked the sweat from my ass cheeks and moaned quietly as you went about your work. The more you licked, the closer you got to my crack. Eventually you reached up and gently pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my asshole and the real concentration of sweat I’d built up during my workout.</p><p>“Clean it,” I said. “Lick up all the sweat like a good boy.”</p><p>I felt your face move between my ass cheeks. I felt your tongue lick its way up my crack and over my asshole. I felt you cleaning the sweat like a good boy. I knew it couldn’t have tasted good, but that was part of the fun. Making you do something that wasn’t entirely pleasant thrilled me. Your willingness to do it without hesitation thrilled me. Your submissiveness was responsible for the wetness dripping from my pussy.</p><p>I reached back and pulled you closer. I smothered you with my sweaty ass. Your tongue never stopped working, though. You licked feverishly, just like a good boy should. You even tried your best to put your tongue in my ass, which I found delightfully filthy.</p><p>When I’d judged you to have done a good job I released my grip on your head and stood up. I spun around to give you a quick view of my pussy before pulling my leggings up and hiding it from your view.</p><p>“No pussy for you,” I said. “You certainly don’t deserve that pleasure.”</p><p>I sat on your couch once more and lifted a foot to your face. You leaned forward and kissed my toes without prompting, which I found delightful.</p><p>“I want to see all five toes in your mouth. Suck them all at once,” I said.</p><p>You stretched your lips wide and took my foot in your mouth. You sucked and licked and tried to take as much as you could, just like a good boy should. You offered beautiful service as you rested on your knees in front of me.</p><p>“Pull your shorts down. Take out your cock. Stroke for me,” I said.</p><p>You did as you were told as you sucked on my foot. I pushed it deeper in your mouth, making you gag. I laughed at the look of discomfort on your face.</p><p>I pulled my foot from your mouth and asked, “Do you want to cum?”</p><p>You stroked feverishly and nodded. “Yes, please,” you said.</p><p>“Do you want to cum on my feet?” I asked.</p><p>“God, yes, please. That would be incredible,” you said.</p><p>“Are you willing to clean up your mess after you cum?” I asked.</p><p>“How?” you replied.</p><p>“There’s only one way a boy like you should be cleaning his messes. With your mouth. So, are you willing to eat your cum off my feet?” I asked.</p><p>You thought about it for a moment, but your answer was never in doubt. “Yes, I will eat my cum off your feet.”</p><p>I smiled, leaned back, and said, “You may cum on my feet.”</p><p>I used my pretty toes to play with your balls and tease the base of your shaft as you masturbated furiously. Your eyes focused on the sight of my feet as I listened to your grunts and groans of pleasure while you approached your climax.</p><p>“Oh fuck!” you cried out.</p><p>I held my feet together in front of your cock and a moment later I felt your hot cum splashing on them. You emitted sounds of pure sexual joy as you climaxed and I felt a sense of anticipatory bliss as I couldn’t wait to see you sucking your spunk off my toes.</p><p>“Clean your mess,” I said mere moments after the last splash of cum hit my foot. “Be a good boy and do it.”</p><p>I lifted my feet and you stared at the mess you’d made for a few moments.</p><p>“You made a promise,” I said. “Now follow through and eat your cum.”</p><p>You licked and sucked your load off my toes. You made a face as the taste of your cum filled your submissive mouth. It seemed clear you didn’t enjoy the taste. You swallowed, though. You licked your seed off the soft skin on the top of my feet. You swallowed. You ate everything.</p><p>“Rub my feet,” I said.</p><p>Despite the depletion of your lust you were more than happy to rub my feet. You were eager, even. You gave me a beautiful massage. You made me feel good. You were a good boy.</p><p>“Good boy,” I said. “I hope you’re ready to stay down there for a long time. I love a good foot massage.”</p><p>“I’ll rub your feet for as long as you’ll let me,” you replied.</p><p>I smiled, leaned back, and closed my eyes. You were going to rub my feet until it stopped feeling good.</p>