SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

He stood outside the building, breath caught in his throat, body shivering with anticipation, and feet firmly stuck to the sidewalk.

This was it.

The moment he stepped through those doors, this went from fantasy to reality.

Something he’d been thinking about for weeks. Dreaming about it for even longer than that.

After all this time, he was finally going to do it.

He was finally going to have a session.

For as long as he could remember, Peter had wanted- no, needed- to experience the things he’d only seen online until then. Years spent on various websites, seeking out just the right stuff to get him off. And it worked, but somehow, he knew that actually doing what he saw in those videos would feel even better.

It was just a matter of how.

Most people, if they were lucky, had a partner willing to help them explore their kinks and fetishes. Alas, Peter was single, and the few women he had dated had been far too vanilla to even broach the subject. No, if this were going to happen, he needed to look beyond such things.

He needed a professional.

At first, he thought he’d have to travel, doubting there was any local place that could provide the services he was seeking, but several hours spent digging online revealed the existence of one.

The Lotus Room.

A specialty ‘spa’.

One that offered fetish and BDSM related sessions.

Peter browsed the website for several hours, checking and double-checking that it was on the up and up. Confirming that the countless testimonials were legit. And most importantly, checking the various ladies to see which, if any, offered what he was looking for.

And then he found her.

Her name was listed as Blossom- all the women on the site had flower-related pseudonyms, and she was gorgeous. Tanned skin, dark brown hair with blonde highlights, long legs with thick thighs, and firm, juicy breasts. She looked as if she’d stepped out of countless videos he’d watched, but more important than that, under her interests were all the things he was looking for.

Even so, Peter didn’t rush. He needed to check a few more things out and save some money. The rates weren’t cheap, nor did he expect them to be. But if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. Which meant making sure he had more than enough to get everything he wanted out of his session.

It took him nearly two months- two months of abstaining from other things, of being frugal with meals and expenses, but it would be worth it. Once he had the proper amount, Peter went straight back to the website and booked his session.

Almost immediately, he was greeted with a form to fill out. Standard fare- making sure he understood what was being offered, what the rules were, how much of a down payment he would need to include before his session, as well as what he expected of the session. Peter gleefully filled in the last part, allowing himself to express himself for the first time truly.

He wrote things in that section he’d never admitted to anyone. Things he would never speak aloud.

Once everything was taken care of, he clicked “submit”- a fitting button given what he was looking for- and he was told via message that he would be contacted when Blossom had an opening.

Peter couldn’t wait.

But he did.

Nearly another month.

When the email finally arrived, Peter nearly had a heart attack. He’d almost convinced himself that he would never hear back, that the whole thing was a scam, and his down payment was gone. But there it was- an opening in three days. Saturday afternoon. Ninety minutes.

Never in his life had he looked forward to something this badly.

Which was how he came to be standing outside the building. Thirty minutes before his session, although he had yet to bring himself actually to step inside. He wanted to, desperately, but Peter knew that once he did, things would never be the same. He would finally experience something that had up until then only existed in his mind.

Could he truly be ready to experience it in person?

There was only one way to find out.

With a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Given what he knew was likely occurring behind several of the doors, the lobby was surprisingly tame. It looked like the lobby of an office building, with couches, plants, and a large desk right across from the front doors.

Behind it sat a very attractive redhead, typing away at something and not giving Peter the time of day. After a moment or two, he stepped towards her, and she immediately looked up and smiled.

“Welcome to The Lotus Room. Can I help you?”

He gulped. “Yes, hi… I have a three o’clock appointment with Blossom?”

The woman typed something into her computer, then nodded. “Ah, yes. A first timer. Blossom will be here shortly. In the meantime, please go down the hall to room sixteen. Go inside, place your payment as well as any gifts on the table, and strip naked. Place your clothes on the rack by the door and wait on your knees for Blossom. Do you understand?”

She made sure to add a little emphasis to her question, and the authority in her voice made Peter shiver. “Yes,” he answered, and the receptionist smiled before returning to her work.

Peter looked down the hallway and walked slowly. He passed several locked doors, and though he couldn’t hear everything, he could tell several of them were currently occupied—some by people here to simply get a spa treatment, and some by people like him.

People who wanted something else.

Something he was finally going to get.

Room sixteen appeared, and he opened the door and slid inside. It was also rather spartan, with a table, two chairs, an en-suite washroom, and several chests. A small mattress lay on the floor, the bedding seemingly brand new. The air was filled with a mix of steam and sweet aromas, adding to the spa atmosphere even as the thought of what lay within the chests filled Peter with further anticipation.

As he’d been instructed, he removed the payment from his wallet- more money than he’d ever carried in cash in his life, and placed it on the table. Beside it, he placed a bouquet- Blossom’s profile had listed her favorite, and it seemed a proper gift.

Then he began to strip.

This took him far longer than it probably should have, but as excited as he was, there was still the fact that he was in a strange building waiting for a stranger to appear, and he was to be naked when she arrived. It was difficult to wrap his head around, but eventually he managed to take off his clothes and hang them on the rack by the door.

That done with, Peter knelt by the table and waited.

A clock on the wall ticked by, the minutes to three growing closer and closer. He listened for any sound that would inform him that Blossom was on her way, but the hallway beyond the door remained silent. Over and over, he played out the possibilities in his mind- having given Blossom a basic outline of what he was looking for within the framework of his kinks, and each one made him harder than the last one.

By the time he heard heels clicking outside the door, he was beyond excited.

As the door opened, Peter had to force himself to look up, to see her enter. And as he did, his heart skipped a beat.

She was even more stunning in person than she’d been online.

Blossom stepped inside, sporting a long coat that hid every inch of her body save for the black leather boots whose heels clicked along the floor as she entered. Her hair cascaded down her back, and her glossy pink lips pursed together in a smile as she spotted both his clothes hung where they were expected to be, as well as the money and flowers he’d provided.

The door shut behind her, and she slowly removed her coat, not acknowledging Peter in the slightest, which only made him more aroused.

As the coat slipped off, he saw more of her- and there was quite a bit of her to see. Blossom was wearing a pink tube top that just barely contained her breasts, and a pair of blue silk panties. Beyond those and the boots, she was bare, and her beautiful, tanned body was beyond tantalizing.

“Hello there,” she finally seemed to notice him, “you must be Peter… I’m Blossom, but for our session, you’ll be calling me something else, won’t you?”

Peter nodded. This has been one of his requests.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She smiled, then stepped closer to him, her boots inches from him, before she stopped. “Good boy. We are going to have a lot of fun today, aren’t we? Why don’t you start by kissing my boots?”

He nodded. Peter had hoped she would start this way, and he knelt so he was nearly on the floor, his face so close to her boots he could smell the leather. His lips touched the cool black material, and he shivered- it was exactly as he’d always dreamed it would be.

The first kiss was followed by several more; he practically showered Blossom’s boots with affection, as if nothing in this life were more important than those black leather boots. For her part, Blossom didn’t say a word, simply stood there drinking in his submission, much like she must have for countless others before him.

After a few minutes, though, she pulled them away, and though Peter was dismayed, he understood. They were on the clock, and he couldn’t spend all ninety minutes kissing her boots, even if a part of him wanted to.

Instead, she pulled over one of the chairs and sat down, lifting her right boot to his face.

“You can do more than kiss, can’t you, slave? Lick the soles. Clean them.”

Peter did so without question, ignoring the signs of dirt and dust upon them and licking the soles with reckless abandon. He cleaned them from toe to heel and back again, right then left, then back again, making sure he got every last inch before daring to stop.

Blossom looked at his work and nodded her approval. “Very good… I think you’ve earned your next treat…. Take off my boots.”

Reaching up, he carefully slipped each boot off Blossom’s leg, making sure not to pull too hard, treating them and her like holy relics. And once the first boot was off, he was greeted by something he’d hoped for but hadn’t truly expected upon booking his session.

The scent of sweat.

It was pouring out of the boot, and though he wanted to dive right in and give it a sniff from the source, Peter kept to his task and removed her other boot. The smell increased tenfold once it was off, and as he placed them on the floor in front of him, Peter’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

“Hmm, like that slave?” Blossom giggled. “When I saw that request, I knew you would be a fun one… I’ve been wearing these boots for two weeks in anticipation of our session…”

Peter moaned- the thought of her wearing them that long was music to his ears. He instinctively dropped his head down, his nose diving into Blossom’s boot and drinking in the potent scent of her foot sweat, the scent overwhelming him and making him even harder than he already was.

“Smell my boots, slave, drink it all in. Mistress did that just for you. So what do we say?”

Though his face was still firmly pressed against the top of her boot, Peter groaned out a response. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“That’s right,” Blossom replied, allowing him to smell her boots for a few minutes before pulling them away.

“Now, lie down on the mattress, slave,” she commanded, rising from her seat. “Mistress wants to see what she’s working with.”

Peter crawled over to the waiting mattress and plopped onto it, rolling on his back and gazing up as the gorgeous Blossom stepped into view.

She started down at him, hands on her hips and a grin on her lips. “Hmmm, I think something is missing.”

 

 

Without another word, she walked away from the mattress and, much to Peter’s elation, over to one of the chests. He could see what she reached for as she opened each one up, but after a few minutes, she seemed to find what she wanted and made her way back to him.

The first thing he saw was a set of restraints, and Blossom knelt to attach them to his wrists and ankles, clicking them to the corners of the mattress. Once she was satisfied he wasn’t moving, she pulled out the other thing she’d taken out of the chest, and as she did, Peter nearly came there and then.

The thing was, several of the ladies on the spa’s website offered domination sessions. Plenty more offered: foot- and boot-related ones. But Blossom was the only one who’d listed herself as being, quote ‘open to almost anything’. And for someone like Peter, that was what he’d hoped to hear.

Because much like when he searched the internet for things to get him off, the aforementioned two kinks were easy enough to find. But there was one thing that was difficult enough to find that, once he knew he could get it here, was all he needed to make his decision.

Blossom held an unopened package of yellow rubber dishwashing gloves in her hand.

A package she slowly opened.

Peter’s eyes widened as the pack was ripped open and the gloves were slowly pulled out. Blossom held them for a moment, looking from them to his excited face and back again.

“This was a new request for me,” she said almost absentmindedly, “but I have to say, I’m really curious to try it… Hope you are too, slave.”

Then she slid the gloves on, carefully covering her manicured nails and slender fingers until both hands were encased in cool rubber. She snapped the cuff of each one when she was done, noting the reaction on Peter’s face as he struggled to move.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Blossom added, sliding down to the ground and joining Peter on the mattress. She plopped down by his feet, gently placing a rubber-gloved finger on his sole and tracing a line up his leg, skipping his crotch and going down the other leg, ending on his other sole and completing the circuit several times.

It was agonizing.

It was amazing.

It was everything he’d imagined it would be.

Blossom kept teasing him like that for a few minutes, enjoying his struggling and his shivering. She’d never done something like this before, but was already making a mental note to add gloves like this to her regular repertoire. And she was only getting started.

“Okay, let’s get to the real reason you’re here, slave…”

Stretching out, Blossom’s soft, tanned soles made their way towards Peter’s face, the strong scent of them slowly entering his nostrils.

If he thought her boots had smelled amazing, he was dead wrong. Blossom’s feet didn’t just look incredible; their scent was almost overpowering. He could honestly die a happy man after having had the opportunity to inhale them, but that was only part of what he’d come here for.

The other part was coming.

Distracted as he was by her feet, he almost didn’t notice Blossom squirt some lube into the palm of her rubber-gloved hands, sliding them together and making them squeak as they slickened. Then she took hold of his cock with one hand, and time may as well have stopped.

Peter had, on more than one occasion, purchased a pair of rubber gloves and worn them while masturbating, but that was nothing like this. Blossom was a professional, and she immediately showed that as her hand slowly slid up and down his cock with the restraint of someone who knew how to tease truly.

The sensation of slick rubber slipping from tip to balls and back again forced Peter to take a deep breath, drawing more of Blossom’s intense foot scent into his nostrils. He honestly could not understand how others could dislike such a thing- the potent aroma wafting off her beautiful soles and toes was the most incredible scent he’d ever encountered.

“Mmm, like how my stinky feet smell?” Blossom teased, moving them closer, almost covering his face with her soles. “They say I have the sexiest feet in this spa…. And the stinkiest.”

He didn’t know if that was true, but in that moment, Peter was willing to believe it.

“They… smell… amazing… Mistress…” he sputtered out as her gloved hand made another long, teasing pass up and down his cock.

“I know slave… I made sure to get them extra stinky for you… You practically begged for it in your request. How could I say now?”

She continued to stroke his cock slowly, almost achingly so, but Peter didn’t care. He was so focused on the soles hovering just above his face to care about anything else.

“Still, I’m glad you requested these gloves,” she continued, the other hand beginning to tickle his balls. “After all, there’s no other way I would touch such a small, pathetic cock as this.”

Peter groaned. Another of his requests. He knew his cock wasn’t small- it was quite average, but there was something about having it humiliated by a beautiful woman that got his engine running. And add in the gloves and the feet? It was everything he had ever wanted and more.

“Real cocks, big, thick meaty ones, they get my bare hands… They get my bare feet. They get stroked and edged and teased over and over and over again… Sometimes for over an hour, until they are throbbing, aching, sputtering out drops of precum… And still I don’t let them cum.”

Hearing her describe such a scene made his own cock do the very same- it throbbed in her rubber-gloved grip, and precum began to dribble out, mixing with the slick, shiny lube. Peter was practically in Heaven and, as if reading his mind, Blossom finally pushed him right through the pearly gates.

Her feet slowly made their way down until her slick, sweaty soles stopped on his face.

And then, Peter truly could have died a happy man.

With her feet planted there, there was really no other choice but to smell them, and her scent was even stronger this close. He couldn’t smell anything else, and truth be told, Peter didn’t want to. This was paradise, and as his gloved hands continued to stroke his cock and tease his balls, Blossom upped the ante.

“Why don’t you try to convince me you deserve to cum? They, your tiny, useless little dicklet deserve to blow its load in my gloved hands…. Start kissing and licking my feet, get them nice and clean while you sniff that stink.”

Peter didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately began to kiss her soles, the sweat and dust and dirt coating his lips, and he moved back and forth from right foot to left and back again, showering them with the same affection he’d shown her boots, and still she kept her strokes slow, deliberate, and teasing.

“Mmm, you really love these gloves, don’t you, slave? Love how they deny you the sensation of my hands, my fingers, and my nails. You don’t deserve those, do you? The only thing you and your pathetic little cock deserve are these nasty rubber gloves and my dirty, stinky feet.”

He groaned from beneath her soles, his tongue out now and carefully lapping away at the sweat and grime covering them as if it were the most potent ambrosia. Peter could not get enough of her feet, her gloves, and her masterful dirty talk. Blossom was very good at her job, and he was glad he’d chosen her for his session.

In an instant, her gloved hands stopped, gripping his cock and balls tightly and sending small jolts of pain through his body.

“I asked you a question, slave, and I expect you to answer. You don’t deserve my bare hands, do you?”

Peter stopped licking Blossom’s soles. He hadn’t realized she was asking him- he thought she was simply being rhetorical.

However, it didn’t really change anything. After all, he knew the truth, had known it since he’d sought out this place and what it could provide.

“No, Mistress,” he conceded from beneath her feet. “I don’t deserve your hands. I only deserve your gloves and your feet.”

It felt good to admit it aloud, to state such a submissive fact he’d until then kept to himself. But here it was okay- here it was expected. And here it had more than been proven correct. If he deserved anything else, that’s what he would have requested. But Peter had asked for this, and he was getting it.

“That’s right, slave,” Blossom said, loosening her grip and getting back to slowly stroking his throbbing cock. “Naughty boys like you come and see me so you can finally be yourselves… Finally, be the dirty little subbies you’ve always dreamed of being. And do all the filthy things you’ve always wanted to do…”

Peter agreed by getting back to licking her soles, lapping up the sweat and breathing in the scent like a desperate man. He had no idea how much time had passed, unable to see the clock from his current place beneath Blossom’s feet, but he had a feeling it was getting close.

Just like him.

Blossom’s strokes increased slightly, and her other hand moved from tickling his balls to massaging them between her lubed-up fingers. Precum now flowed freely from his tip, mixing with the lube and giving her hand even more to work with as she teased his length. “I think this itty bitty cock is going to explode soon…But I’m not sure I’m gonna let it.”

From beneath her feet, Peter moaned. He’d mentioned denial in his request, but left it up to Blossom’s discretion. Now he was beginning to regret that. He’d known this would all feel amazing, but it was more than he’d expected. He needed to finish- needed her to finish him off.

“Please….” he whispered as he licked in between Blossom’s toes. “Please let me cum, Mistress…”

More slow teases followed, Blossom, bringing him right to the edge every time before gently stopping herself from going too far. “Hmm, I don’t know…. Maybe if you beg a little more…”

Even with her toes in his mouth, Peter did his best. “Please, Mistress Blossom, let my tiny cock blow its load for your gloves and your feet…”

“Keep going,” she said, her tone teasing and wicked. “Prove to me you deserve to cum.”

He sucked the filth from her pedicured toes, slicked the dust and dirt and sweat, cleaning her feet as his life depended on it, while still finding space to plead his case. “My pathetic, useless dick doesn’t deserve to cum for you,” he whispered, “but your perfect, stinky feet and amazing gloved hands feel so good, so amazing, I’d love to blow my load for them and for you…”

Her strokes began to increase, but for a moment, she didn’t say anything. Peter wondered if she would actually let him finish or simply deny him- there didn’t seem to be any middle ground.

However, there was.

In fact, he’d listed it in his requests.

“On one condition, slave,” Blossom finally replied, his cock practically shaking in her gloved grip. “I’ll let you cum for me if you promise me you will eat it.”

For a moment, Peter froze. Then he recalled when he filled in his form- he’d been so excited, he’d thrown practically everything filthy thing he could think of on there, highly doubting all of them would be picked. Hell, he hadn’t even expected the gloves, but the fact that Blossom had brought them- and made sure her feet were extra sweaty- should have been a clue she had paid attention to every detail.

Including that last one.

He’d watched countless videos where the subs were made to eat their cum, and while it had intrigued him, he hadn’t actually thought he’d do it.

Then again…

He wanted to cum.

Badly.

And if this was the price he had to pay….

Well, Peter had come this far.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied softly, her big toe slipping free from his mouth as he spoke. “I’ll eat my cum for you.”

Blossom giggled, her strokes getting faster even as her other hand stopped playing with his balls. “That’s what I thought,” she said with the kind of self-assuredness you’d expect from such a professional. “Most guys are more than willing to do that once I’ve gotten my hands on them… Or gloves in your case…”

Then she slid her feet from his face, allowing him to look up and watch as her hand slid up and down his cock faster and faster, and its twin held up a small shot glass right by the tip.

The rubber gloved moved up and down and back again, spurred onward by the mix of lube and precum, a veritable yellow blur as Blossom stroked and jerked and teased him over and over, his body barely able to stay still even with the restraints keeping him in place.

“Gonna cum for me, slave? Gonna blow your load, empty out your pathetic little cock and drain your balls for me?”

“Mmmm….yes… yes…. Mistress….. please………”

Peter couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, his hand gripping the restraints by his wrists for dear life, and Blossom’s gloved hand gave his cock one last good, solid tug, and then-

In all the time Peter had masturbated, all the times he’d sat watching porn and stroking his cock, he’d never experienced anything even close to this. The sensation that coursed through him, that filled his body, was indescribable. It pulsated and rushed and flowed, as if every drop of blood was going straight for his erect cock, diverting all power to this one moment.

Blossom’s gloved hand held it firm, and as the greatest orgasm Peter had ever experienced burst free from his cock, she masterfully guided it, milking every single drop free and into the waiting glass. Seconds passed, and more cum came forth, more than Peter was even aware he had in his balls, and still she did not stop. Not until his cock began to soften, and the last few dribbles of cum plopped out and into the glass.

Then she gave it one last long, teasing stroke, just for fun, before letting his spent cock go.

Peter lay there, barely able to process what had just happened. He barely even realized Blossom had changed position, moving so that her upper body was by his. Without a word, she slipped off the filthy gloves, picked up another package from the chair, and slid them off.

When the cuffs of these snapped, Peter snapped back to reality and looked to the side where the beautiful woman who had granted his fondest wish lay beside him.

With a full shot glass in her gloved hands.

For a moment, he wanted to say no. To stop what was coming. But Blossom grabbed hold of his chin in her gloved hand, smirked and his with those pink lips, and said two words that carried more power than a hundred others could ever hope to.

“Open wide.”

He did as she commanded, and could only watch as her other gloved hand brought the glass up and tipped it over, pouring out his warm sticky cum right into his waiting mouth. It lay on his tongue as Blossom scooped out the rest with her gloved fingers, wiping them off on his lips and making sure every last drop was waiting for him.

Then she shut his mouth and firmly smothered it with her gloved hand. “Swallow, slave.”

Peter did, the sickening taste of his own semen slipping down his throat. It was disgusting, more than a little embarrassing, and hot as fuck. Knowing that not only had Blossom given him the most incredible orgasm of his life, but that she’d forced him to eat it?

Somehow, that blew all his fantasies out of the water.

Once she was satisfied, Blossom let go, undid the restraints, and peeled off the gloves. “That was a lot of fun…. Go and clean yourself up.”

Slowly, Peter rose from the mattress on shaky legs and shuffled over to the small en-suite washroom. He slipped into the shower and turned it on, washing the cum, lube, and sweat from his face and body, but not the memory of everything he had just experienced.

That would stay with him forever.

When he finished up, Peter stepped out to find Blossom waiting for him. She smiled, then stepped over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “Hope you enjoyed that, Peter… Oh, I have a little present for you.”

She held up the second pair of gloves, now neatly folded, and handed them to him. “In case you want to play with yourself, thinking of today.”

Peter smiled. He would most certainly be doing that.

Then she gave him a second peck on the cheek and pointed over at his clothes. “Get dressed and check out at the front desk. And be sure to leave me a good review.”

Blossom winked at him, then slid her boots and coat back on before stepping out the door with his payment and the flowers he’d brought her and leaving him once again alone.

Carefully, Peter got dressed, then slid the gloves into his pocket.

As he did, he noticed a small card pressed in between them.

Pulling it out, he noticed a fresh lipstick print on it, along with a three-word message from Blossom.

The message read “Until next time.”

Peter smiled, then exited the room. He checked out, the redhead behind the desk not saying a word but giving him a knowing smile.

And once he was back outside, back in the real world, a single thought entered his mind.

He’d have to start saving up again.

 

The End.

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