For the next several weeks, I was in a constant state of arousal thinking about Her. The rational part of my brain told me to stop, this was crazy, how could I debase myself like this? The horny part of my brain kept dreaming about Her, fantasizing about Her, worshipping Her. My Goddess Queen was infinitely more beautiful, alluring, breathtaking and intimidating in person than in Her videos. And if I had become a mindless minion by simply watching Her videos, what chance did I stand to resist Her power up close and personal?
I wondered constantly whether I would ever see Her again. I wondered about how far I would let Her take control of me, push me beyond boundaries that no other woman had ever made me cross, excite me, humiliate me, own me, body and mind. The thought of serving Her, pleasing Her, giving in to Her every whim and desire, made me hard dozens of times a day. If there was a civil war in my brain, it was clear that the horny side was crushing the rational side. The rational side would briefly take control in the hour or so after I could no longer control myself and had shot my wad while fantasizing about worshipping my Dark Queen’s Goddess feet. But as life slowly returned to my horny cock, and it began to swell again as I thought about Her, the rational side was banished again to the depths of my brain.
I couldn’t stand the thought of never meeting Her again. I sent Her an email to thank Her for letting me bow before Her a few weeks ago in my office, and begged Her for a chance to see Her again. The next day She wrote back to me, angrily reminding me that minions are not allowed to make requests of their Queen. As my punishment, She ordered me to confess my sins by describing my deepest fantasies about Mabel to Her. She told me not to leave anything out, for She would know and I would be banished from Her world if I did.
She had me and I knew it. I was in a no-win situation. If I didn’t tell my Queen everything, She would banish me, which was not an option for me. But if I did tell Her, would She use it against me? Odds are that She would, but I had no choice. I didn’t know what Mabel had already told Her in the weeks that they had been working together. I had to obey my Queen unconditionally. So I wrote to Her and described how my unrequited love for Mabel had pushed me to the point where I longed to kneel before my Dark Queen and be humiliated just for a chance to kiss Her beautiful toes.
Why the foot fetish? Why would I give up my dignity and my free will, just to serve my Dark Queen? It all started with my beautiful coworker Mabel. I had been secretly in love with her for years. But our relationship was like Cristophe and Scarlet in The Red Hourglass. Mabel was the perfect combination of pretty and sexy, just like Cheryl and Risque. She dated men who were far more attractive than me, so I knew in my heart that I had no chance with her. We became good friends over the years, and I couldn’t believe I could be so close to someone as beautiful, sweet and perfect as her. But never close enough to touch her, and it became more and more difficult to keep my love for her hidden. We shared secrets with each other, trusted each other, and being near her was the best part of my workday. But we never spent time together outside the office. On the one hand, I didn’t want to risk spoiling our friendship, but on the other hand, I needed her to know how deeply, madly in love with her I was.
So I lost myself in a fantasy world. I could never expect to be able to date her or win her heart. She had more sex appeal in her tiny toes than I did in my whole body, so I started to shape my fantasies around her toes and eventually her feet. Her beautiful feet must get very sweaty and tired after a few hours in those sexy stilettos that she wore around the office. I vowed I would find a way to make myself useful to her by offering to massage the balls of her feet, clean the sweat from between her perfect toes with my tongue, and lick her tender tootsies as long as it took for the pain from wearing the high heels to wash away from her glorious body.
One day, when she was between relationships and hurting a bit, I took the plunge. I told her that I was in love with her, and asked her if she would ever consider going out with me. She politely rejected me, telling me that she didn’t think of me that way. I was crushed, but over the next several weeks kept asking her, because once I let my feelings be known, I could no longer hide them. It began to strain our friendship, and she finally told me to cease and desist and never speak of this again. I asked for one chance to get down on my knees and massage and kiss her feet and tell her I loved her, so that she would always remember my love for her. I was flatly rejected.
I was devastated and went into depression. I realized that nice guys really do finish last. After a lifetime of playing by the rules, I decided that I had to find out what would happen if I crossed those lines I had never imagined someone like me would cross. I began to sneak into Mabel’s office at night after everyone had gone home, and kiss and smell the high heels that she had worn that day. Eventually I started rubbing my cock inside her shoes, realizing that this was as close as I would ever get to her. I would cum in her heels, and wipe up all but a little bit so she wouldn’t notice. It would turn me on to watch her walking around the office the next day, knowing that the remnants of my cum was soaking into the soles of her feet. I couldn’t let go of my fantasies about her, and it was driving me crazy.
To ease the pain of not being able to reach out and touch Mabel, I turned to the internet to satisfy my fantasies, and stumbled across the Scarlet Queen. I followed Her videos on YouTube in anonymity for many months, dreaming that my Mabel would one day allow me to worship her the way I did the Scarlet Queen, as a minion if not her friend and lover.
I could never be a bad boy that would attract the ladies, but I could swallow my pride and vow to serve a Dark Queen who got off on punishing and humiliating her subjects. I felt worthless, and it followed that I was destined to be nothing more than a lowly minion. So I took the plunge, began commenting on Her videos, joined Her patreon, and let Her take control of my mind to forget about my love for Mabel. My love for Mabel began to transform into a lust for Risque.
My Risque fantasies started with the same foot worship fantasies I had for Mabel. I changed my Patreon avatar to a close up photo of my Goddess Queen’s feet, cropped from a beautiful barefoot photo of Cheryl on thescarletqueen.com. I let myself dream that my utter, humiliating submission to Her would make up for my lack of sex appeal and arouse Her nonetheless. I fantasized that in Her state of mild arousal, She would let my fingers and tongue wander beyond Her toes, to Her tender arches, past Her heels and ankles, and upward so that I could feel the breathtaking softness of the smooth skin of her calves. And if She let me go that far, was it a stretch that I could wander further to gently massage the paradise of Her dancer’s thighs?
I fantasized about feeling heat pulsating from her little girl hidden safely and securely between Her upper thighs. Feeling the heat would be my signal to press up against her wet panties, licking the wetness and pressing down as hard as I could with my tongue to try to be one with Her heat. At this point in my fantasy I would get back down on my knees and pledge myself completely and utterly to be Her minion servant, and do anything – anything – She ever asked me to do if I could just have a taste of Her wetness and make her cum with my tongue. She would smile Her evil smile, lick Her lips, remove Her dripping wet panties, and let me drink in Her glorious juices as I licked around the walls of Her little girl, eventually finding Her clit and sucking for all I was worth. As I felt Her shuddering from Her climax, I’d wake up from my own wet dream, covered in my own cum.
In my own delusional, aroused state, I somehow thought that by worshipping Her feet, I could work my way up to the paradise between Her legs. This is how I had achieved business success, starting at the bottom of the corporate ladder and working my way up to more senior positions by dedicating myself to the Company. It would work the same way with a beautiful woman, right? In my delusional state of arousal, I convinced myself that it would. When I’d cum from the excitement, my rational mind would allow me to realize that it was folly. But the horny part of my brain would soon take control, and rationality would be banished again.
Thus it was for months, back and forth between fantasy and reality. Until the day She walked into my office, and my life changed forever.
She taught me quickly that pleasure had a much higher price tag than I had ever imagined. In my fantasies, it was all about pleasure, with simple platitudes about serving her that I’d never actually have to follow through on. But if I ever saw Her again after the day She left me curled up in a naked minion ball on the floor in my office, I now began to realize that the price tag would be very high, very real, and would stretch me well beyond the boundaries of any fantasy I had ever had.
She had seized complete control of my mind and body, and I was powerless to fight back. My lust for Her unique combination of sweetness, sensuality and seduction was overwhelming. I longed to find out how far She would take me and how far I would be willing to go to follow Her.
My office phone rang. It was Mabel. My mind turned to mush as I heard her voice telling me that Scarlet Risque was in her office and wanted me to join them…