My Neighbor Discovered My Fetish and Dominated Me

The subway ride home from work always felt endless, until I started running into Rebeca. We lived in the same building, she on the first floor and I on the ground floor, and once we realized we took the same route, the trip became more bearable. She usually dressed in jeans and sneakers, nothing flashy, and we’d talk about anything until we got home.

One hot afternoon things changed without my noticing at first. She got on the train in tight jeans that outlined her figure and, instead of the usual sneakers, she was wearing black strappy sandals with her toes exposed. Her nails were painted a deep red. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but there was something about her that drew me in in a way that was hard to explain.

I’m a foot fetishist, and I’ve always tried to hide it. But Rebeca kept swinging the sandal hanging from the tip of her foot, over and over, and I couldn’t look away. I gathered my courage to break the silence.

“You’re not wearing sneakers today,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“No, I changed my look today,” she replied, without stopping moving her foot.

“Well, it suits you very well.”

There was a pause. She tilted her head and looked at me with a half smile.

“Do you like my feet?”

I was speechless. They were truly beautiful, but I hadn’t expected the question and didn’t know what to say.

“Andrés, can’t you hear me? I asked if you like my feet. Do you think I haven’t noticed the way you look at girls’ feet on the subway?”

I stayed silent, the heat rising up my neck. She leaned a little toward me and lowered her voice.

“You’ve gone very quiet. Don’t worry, I love getting my feet massaged. Fancy it?”

I shouldn’t. I have a girlfriend. The thought flashed through my head, but I was already nodding almost without realizing it.

“All right, Rebeca, but only the feet. And Carla mustn’t find out.”

“Relax,” she laughed softly. “I won’t say anything. We’ll just have fun in secret. We’ll be careful not to get caught.”

***

We planned it like spies. We left the station separately, each going his own way, and when I got home I took a quick shower. I texted her to let her know and she left the door ajar. I climbed the single flight of stairs almost on tiptoe, without turning on the landing light, and slipped into her apartment before any curious neighbor could poke their head out. The move was quick: her on the first floor, me on the ground floor.

When I walked in, she had changed clothes. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a tight white cotton T-shirt that marked her silhouette. She didn’t have much bust, but like that, with the fabric stretched tight, she looked very attractive. What really disarmed me was her face: a serious expression, almost unfriendly, with an authoritative air that turned me on more than any curve.

She was sitting on the sofa eating a sandwich and, with a nod of her chin, pointed to her feet on the low table.

“You can start with the little massage whenever you want.”

I knelt in front of her and took one of her feet in my hands. She hadn’t showered, and her skin still held the warm scent of leather from the sandals after the whole day. Far from bothering me, that aroused me. I pressed the sole slowly with my thumbs, tracing the arch down to the heel. I stayed like that for a good while, in silence, until she spoke.

“So? What do you think of my feet?”

“They’re beautiful,” I murmured, my voice rough.

She lifted her leg and held the sole of her foot a hand’s breadth from my face.

“Kiss them.”

My heart raced. I never thought something like this would really happen to me. I was afraid Carla might show up, but desire won out. I kissed her foot centimeter by centimeter, toe by toe, feeling her watch me without blinking.

“Lick them,” she ordered.

I didn’t think about that either. I ran my tongue over the sole, from heel to tip, stopping at each toe.

“Run your tongue between the little toes, Andrés. You’re doing great. You’re making me horny.”

While I kept going, she slipped a hand inside her pajamas and started touching herself. Suddenly she sat up, shoved her wet fingers into my mouth, and lay back down again. I was about to explode. With her other foot she found my crotch and pressed over my clothes, rubbing me with the sole.

“Look how turned on you are,” she whispered.

“Very, Rebeca.”

And she kept rubbing, slow and firm, until I couldn’t hold out any longer and came right there, with her foot against me and her gaze locked on mine.

***

Carla didn’t get back until nine and it was only seven, so we stayed and talked for a while. Rebeca told me she loved having her feet licked, and that she liked “other little things,” but that she understood my situation and wouldn’t go any further. Only feet, a game between us. I left relieved and, at the same time, wanting it to happen again.

And it did happen again. For several days the routine was the same: the subway, the shower, the ajar door, her feet. Until one afternoon, one that seemed just like all the others, she welcomed me differently.

“Take off your pants,” she said as soon as I walked in. “It turns me on more that way.”

She was wearing a short nightgown that, when I knelt at her feet, revealed her thong and the curve of her ass. She seemed hotter than usual.

“You’re gorgeous today, Rebeca.”

She smiled, almost blushing, and went back to her phone screen while I paid homage to her feet. After a while she pointed to her thigh with a finger.

“Kiss it. And move up the leg slowly, licking.”

I didn’t think about it. I traced her thigh with my lips, feeling her shiver with every centimeter. The higher I went, the more ragged her breathing became. When I got to the top, she grabbed me by the nape and pushed my face against her sex.

This is getting out of hand. I thought it clearly, but I was too excited to stop. I ran my tongue over her thong, and when she felt it, she pulled it aside herself. I started licking her while she moaned and pressed herself against me.

With her foot she searched for my crotch again, as always, and that pressure alone was enough to make me come from how turned on I was. She wasn’t far behind. We got dressed in silence and, before I left, she planted herself in the doorway, blocking me.

“What did you think of today? You’ve been very quiet.”

And she kissed me. A long, hungry kiss that I returned by gripping her ass hard.

“Hehe, you don’t say much, but I can see you like it, you naughty boy,” she said, pulling away.

I got out of there with my pulse racing and the feeling that I had crossed a line I wouldn’t know how to come back from.

***

The next day, on the subway, I gathered the courage to speak.

“This can’t go on, Rebeca. I have a girlfriend, what happened yesterday went too far. We have to stop.”

She listened calmly and nodded.

“I understand. I only ask one thing: that this day be the last. And that we go back to the way things were before, only the feet. To say goodbye.”

It seemed fair to me. One more day, only feet, and that would be the end of it. That same afternoon I went up to her apartment convinced it was a farewell. This time I was the one who took the initiative: I kissed her as soon as I walked in and grabbed her ass.

“Fuck, Andrés, for not wanting it, you’re burning up,” she laughed.

“It’s just to say goodbye. I get turned on just by seeing you, but this can’t continue.”

She smiled in a way I couldn’t read.

“Sit with me.”

She took out her phone and held it out to me.

“Look at this video, it’s so funny.”

It was me. Recorded the day before, on my knees, licking her feet, legs, and sex, with our moans perfectly audible. A shiver ran through me, leaving my mouth dry.

“You can’t show that to anyone,” I stammered. “Especially not Carla.”

Her serious expression broke into a smile I had never seen before. A cold, calculated smile.

“I don’t plan to, Andrés. Do you really think that badly of me? The only thing this video means is that we’re going to keep seeing each other.”

“You tricked me,” I exclaimed.

“No, I didn’t. The one cheating on his girlfriend is you, pig.”

Her voice had changed completely. Every word sounded harder, more in control.

“From now on you belong to me and you’ll do what I say, if you don’t want this video to get out. The feet thing is too small for me. Yesterday I liked it, but what really turns me on is dominating men like you. Today I’ll be nice. Starting tomorrow, whenever I feel like it, you’ll do whatever I want.”

She pointed to a straight-backed chair in the middle of the living room.

“Sit there.”

I obeyed, still dazed. She took out a pair of handcuffs and secured my hands behind my back, and with some ropes she tied my legs to the chair legs. She checked the knots with a calm that made my skin crawl.

“Now you’re going to get punished, because no one tells me no.”

She started slapping me, first softly, then harder and more often. The stinging burned in my cheeks.

“That’s your first forty, in case you weren’t counting. You complain too much, so you’ll have to improve, or the punishments will get worse.”

“How can you do this to me, Rebeca?”

Another slap turned my face to the side.

“From now on I’m your Goddess. And you’re my dog, or my toy, depending on what I feel like calling you.”

She untied me and made me stand up.

“Come on, let me show you my room. You’ll see how pretty it is.”

***

We went in and I was left breathless. Hanging from the walls were all kinds of toys: whips, crops, ropes, masks. On a table there was a row of rubber dicks in different sizes, plugs and harnesses arranged carefully. I only knew all that from the domination videos I watched in secret, the same ones that excited me so much. I never imagined I’d end up being the submissive they laughed at on screen. I had fallen straight into my neighbor’s trap.

“Today I just want you to see it,” she said, running her fingers over the collection. “We’ll start trying things out, little by little.”

She took me to a smaller room, almost empty. In the center was a cage.

“One day you’ll sleep here. You have to let me know when your girlfriend goes on a trip and you’re left alone, because that night you’ll spend it with me. This will be your room.”

I let out a nervous laugh, but she wasn’t joking.

“What did you think, Andrés? That you were the only one who was going to have fun? You will, but the one who really has to enjoy it is me. There will be times when you suffer.”

She led me back to the door. She rested her hand on my chest before letting me out.

“Today you’re leaving with fear and a hard-on, dog. Tomorrow we start for real.”

I went down the single flight of stairs with my legs shaking and my head spinning. I knew I should erase her from my life, change my schedule, stop running into her on the subway. But that same night, lying beside Carla, I couldn’t think of anything else but the cage, the video, and her voice ordering me around. That was how I fell into my neighbor’s trap, and now I was at her feet, completely hers.