Even more tight? I was nearly choking. This feeling of my throat being closed, it was terrifying. Yet I was in the centre of attention, and it made me feel very good! I thanked her when she was ready. Though the humiliation of my legs being kicked apart, exposing my ass and balls was something else. I felt warm hands, working rough, and then a sharp pull. My balls seemed to be ripped off my body.
“this will do” Wanda said. “Lets put him near the fire place. I want to see that cock shrivelling when he feels the heat of candle wax on it.”
And the President led me on the leash, her heels clicking on the marble. Putting me in position, my head down, connected to the grid of the fire place.
From this place I had a good view of the room. I saw Wanda sitting down in one of the great armchairs, more a giant battleship than an arm chair. The chair was more like a fortress. And from this position she looked at the President, standing 3 meters away, towering over her on her high heels. I was curiousm what would happen. The woman looked at each other, age versus youth, experience versus boldness.
Then Wanda kicked of one of her shoes, “god, my feet are killing me. It has been a long day”.
Then the President walked over to Wanda, lifted her long dress till over her knees and kneeld down. Taking one foot in her hand, lifting it in her lap she started giving a gentle foor massage. Next to the chair stood a small table, red port on it. Wanda reached over and filed a glass, took a gulp and gave a long sigh, “sheer bliss and pleasure. God, I need this”. And she handed the glass to the President as well who nipped at it. And continued her duties. Wanda went down deeper in the chair, lifting her dress as well above her knees so she could spread her legs a bit. Exposing her long perfect legs. I could see how the President was not untouched by this!
I was certainly moved, two of such incredible beautiful Ladies. And yet so different, the stunning splendour of the President, stately and strong, versus the young beauty of Wanda. I wasn’t surprised to see that Wanda closed her eyes, confidently. And that the President was all over her, her eyes drinking her in. yet, all she held was one foot. But soon Wanda lifted the other, and let it trail along the front of the President. Slowly over her belly, the tip of the shoe moving up, her leg moving up. Damn, I was sure she was now even exposing her incredible beauty that was her sex. But to my amazement she put her foot on that glorious breast, first the tip, then the complete sole, and finally moving on with her heel. It must have been the bra she was wearing that protected the soft tissue of such a delicate breast. But then I was to see the most incredible thing ever. The President stood up, turned her back to Wanda and presented her the zipper. I could see the delight on Wanda’s face. The president stepped back, let the dress fall from her shoulder. Exposing an exquisite and delicate set of lingerie. The she knelt again, took Wanda’s foot in her hand and continued her work. Wanda lifted the other foot, and planted the nail on the presidents nipple. I could see how she flinched, the pain struck her, but she held her head high, and continued massaging her miseress to be!
The scene looked cosy enough, but was boiling underneath! There was something about to happen, I was sure of it. This wasn’t an innocent massage. The ease with which Wanda had positioned herself in that chair, and had positioned herself in the cared for position.It was amazing. But the way she had persuaded the president to remove her dress, and offer her naked breast for a torturing touch by her high heel.That was awesome. I did not have to wait long, Wanda did not like to waste too much time on trivial matters.
“you have a flogger here my dear”
The president looked up, and nodded.
“get it for me, will you?”
When she had left the room Wanda looked at me and winked, showing she was in control of this situation. I blushed, since I know what she was capable of. Those last months I had spend close in her presence had shown me she was a strong woman. And very capable of getting what she wanted!
When the President came back Wanda pointed at me. Show me how good you are. That wasn’t very fair. Wanda knew that such a remark would demand serious efforts from the person that was being challenged. But I was I no way to protest, being completely immobilized. The president walked over to me, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She stopped in front of me, and said, “ass in the air, and worship my feet” and as I complied she started whipping my poor naked ass. Not warm up, strong blows, not the ones you expect from a lady! And although I tried to hold back as much as possible, I let out a long low moan.
“damn” Wanda cried out, “such a pathetic arse of a man. More and harder. Here, take my stocking to stuff them in his mouth.”