Chapter 7: Face to face

“Mistress”

I could not believe that a word like that had really come out of my mouth I had immediately felt a great excitement by cleaning my aunt’s shoes during that dinner at my house, an excitement that had become more and more stronger when I touched her feet for the first time. That first massage had stirred something deep inside me, had released a monster that even I didn’t know I had hidden in my soul, a monster made of lust that had become increasingly powerful in the days following that shocking event.

Since that dinner my aunt’s feet were constantly in my mind and there was not a moment of the day in which I could put aside those images of those divine feet. At first I tried to resist those strange thoughts, trying to understand what was happening to me. But with the passage of time my resistance had become increasingly weak, perhaps because of the boring summer days and with no school or training to distract me, I had found myself more than once to fantasize about Aunt Emma’s feet, trying in my daydreams to remove her nylons and admire her bare feet.

The last two days had done nothing but confirm to me that mine was a real obsession, but only when she had put her foot on my shoulder, using me as a footstool, I had realized how dangerous were my emotions, my desires. Being ignored in that way, while Aunt worked, had opened a door of a new world for me. It was no longer just her feet that made my heart beat and my pussy drip, but it was something quite different, something “extreme.” I did not want just lick incessantly those soft soles and suck her succulent toes, I wanted to be used, used by my aunt in any way she wanted and in any way I could give her pleasure.

While I was prostrate at her feet under her desk, I wished with all my being to submit myself to her, to follow her every order, leaving behind me all the responsibilities that burdened on me. It is not easy being the daughter of a famous model, it is not easy to be the daughter of a prominent director. Ever since I was a child, everyone expected great things from me and I had always given it my all to not disappoint those expectations. Unfortunately I had not inherited the incredible beauty of my mother and of her sister, so I had to work hard to make my body as perfect as possible and despite my best efforts I knew well that I could never compete with a model, compete with my mother or my aunt or ... my cousin.

Kaley had been kissed by luck, she was really perfect and had many talents. She recited very well, she played football scoring a goal after another and had a natural flair in “human relationships.” Kaley could win the hearts of the people with such ease that I kept wondering why the girls of my team prefer me as captain. Here is another great responsibility! Be captain of the women’s soccer team at your school is really stressful. When a match was bad, it was my job talk in the locker room, it was my job to revive the group and encourage it to overcome that defeat. Now that the senior year was at the gates, I knew well that my responsibilities would have increased even more, the girls would never have forgiven me if I had conducted the team towards a miserable defeat in the league, reducing their chances of entering in the most prestigious colleges.

My life had always been full of difficulties and my mother did nothing but make things even more difficult. She would never have accepted to have a loser for a daughter, she could not even imagine that the daughter of the famous Christine Spencer could be defeated by someone else in a competition, it did not matter if it was a theatrical play, a soccer game or a simple race between two child in the home garden. I had been raised in order to win and day after day I had worked hard to be the best like my mother and, just as she had done in the past with her sister, to defeat my biggest rival, my cousin Kaley.

While aunt was working at the computer and I was lying on my back on the floor with her feet on my face, it grew in me more and more that desire of submission, that desire (and I know it seems a paradox) of freedom.

My mind was still trying to process what had just happened and I was trying to think of something to say to justify what I had just said, when my aunt took away her foot from my head and, looking up, I saw that she was watching me intently and I thought that she too seemed unfazed by the word that had come out of my mouth. Her green eyes were almost reading in my soul, and before she could say anything, I tried to pretend it was all a joke. My laughter was, however, unconvincing and even a child would understand that before it was not a gag

- Honey, come, sit down next to me - my aunt said suddenly, patting on the couch.

Her tone was kind again and for a mad moment I thought that the authoritarian aunt of a few moments before had been just a figment of my imagination. Slowly I got up from the ground and I sat on the couch next to my aunt who took my hands in hers and looked me sweetly in the eyes. I maintained the eye contact, trying to no pay attention to her hands which were still oily because of the chicken.

- Jennifer, I know this is a difficult age. It is not easy to become adults and despite everyone, children, adolescents, dream of becoming adults as quickly as possible, when it’s time, they would like only to be able to go back to that carefree life. I know well that your life will change radically within a few years and I know how difficult it can be to face such a change, believe me, I went through it too. It is normal at this age for a girl to ask herself, to experience something different, questioning everything that you are.This is probably the most difficult period in the life of a person, our heart is constantly put to the test because, if it is true that there is nothing more beautiful than first loves, it is also true that these are also the ones that make us suffer more. It is at this time of difficulty and confusion, that many girls begin to have desires that previously they would never have thought to have-