Awesome huge feet.In his pic. He was very well dressed. He had on an expensive leisure suit, black sheer socks, and really nice loafers. They must be ...3 extra extra wide. His feet were thick, wide, high arched, with big long toes. He was smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey on ice in a house bar. He had pics of briefs, socks, shoes, cigars, whips, chains, bondage equipment and BDSM furniture. Different outfits.His about me section said that he was a fetish master and could accommodate most. Now it’s not that I don’t like my breasts involved in foreplay but they aren’t big pleasure zones for me. I gently moved his head away, took a drink of my vodka cran and decided this needed to go in a different direction. I walked over to his side of the bed and pulled off the black v neck he was wearing over his head. He had they type of chest and stomach that showed he probably lifted weights at one time but mostly lifted beers nowadays. A hint of former tone was evident but mostly it was. He basically had to order her around for the next thirty minutes. If he hadn’t, she might begin sobbing again. The normally headstrong and defiant teenager eagerly obeyed his every command, too. It was better than thinking; it felt good to have someone think for her.The first thing he’d done was curse when he saw her appearance. “Fuck!” he’d cried. “...cum in your hair! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Fuck! You look like a used up street-whore!”He wasn’t angry, she knew. In fact, he was impressed! She. At 31, she's probably starting to see the early signs of aging, and is sensitive about losing the only thing she really has to offer.I decided to try a completely different angle. I unhooked the chain from her collar, dropped it on the floor and walked toward the slave bedroom."Follow me." I said.Catherine followed me in to the bedroom as I held the door open for her and closed it as she entered."On your knees." I demanded."Are you going to have your way with me now, Master?" she smirked."On....