Found/Captured

  i noticed Her strolling through the gallery.  i wondered if She had noticed me - i thought not.  She was very beautiful. Tall, slender, strong, feminine, and immaculately dressed.  The way She carried Herself was almost regal.  Her skin was tanned with just the correct amount of sun.  Most of all i was attracted, drawn, hypnotized by Her long sleek legs, black silk stockings, the curve of Her ankle.  Then i saw them.  Black open toed stilettos adorned Her feet.  my mind went blank, my mouth dry. i had never encountered such beauty before.  i had found Her - Her stilettos.  i slowly looked up.
  She was looking right at me.  She smiled.

    Captured
  Christine (as Christopher is now known) was sitting in an art gallery in a trendy part of the city.  he was putting himself on display.  After seeing the gallery's advertisement, he was just the type I had expected to find at the exhibit.
  I was hunting for a new pet to complete My stable.  he just might fit the bill.  Handsome, yet almost pretty.  Self confident, yet obviously very needy. Muscular yet not brutish.  he would make an interesting project - one more possession to complement My other trophies.  he had, of course, noticed Me, without realizing that I really had given him no choice but to notice and admire Me. his eyes - he had beautiful long lashes - immediately lowered/fell to My shoes; he had taken the bait.  he slowly looked up - I smiled - he blushed.
      Captured.

    Found
  Her smile confused me.  i couldn't tell if She was pleased with
my looking at Her, or if the smile was simple amusement.  i was confused. my mind refused to function properly.  Before i could regain the focus of my thoughts, Her napkin fell. The napkin She had been holding fell to the ground at Her feet.  i jumped/dove to retrieve it.  In my haste my cheek brushed against Her nyloned calf. The silk froze me. The lightly scented perfume of Her leg intoxicated me.
  (Had Her leg subtly but intentionally swung out to meet my face? - absurd, it was my imagination, why would She? - stupid me).  She pulled Her leg back in shock.  She looked down at me on my knees.
  "What are you doing down there; how dare you touch Me?"
  The other guests looked at me, on my knees at Her feet, in disgust.
  "i'm sorry, so sorry; It was an accident, i didn't mean to touch Your leg.  i was just trying to retrieve Your napkin for You.  See, here it is".  i held the napkin up to Her; i was still on my knees.  Of course i had just made another mistake.
  She drew back from the napkin.
  "That thing has been on the ground. you really don't expect Me to touch it, do you?"
  i didn't know what to do with it.  i was beginning to sweat; i wiped my face with it.  "i'm sorry, i didn't mean any disrespect."  i put it in my pocket.  Her face softened - She told me to get up, fetch Her a new napkin, and join Her for the rest of the evening.  i had found Her - Her legs.

Captured
  Practice makes perfect.  My leg brushed his cheek.  he looked so cute, on his knees. I told him to fetch Me a new napkin and join Me.  Now to reel in My catch. I positioned Myself so that when he returned, he would have to stand behind and to the side of Me.  When he did return, he coughed to gain My attention.
  I turned My head, glared at him, gave him My drink to hold, then left him standing there, behind Me, with his hands full.  he dared not disturb Me again.  After 5 minutes (I was pretending to study a very boring piece of "art") I backed into him.  My firm ass touched the front of his pants. he was hard, very hard, and with his hands full, he couldn't even attempt to hide it.
  Good boy.  I pretended I hadn't noticed.
  "my name is christopher" he said, with a lame excuse for a self confident smile; "i know quite a bit about this artist, and many works that have a  similar touch,"  he offered.
  "Well, then, I may have some use for you."  I reached behind him and, without any attempt to protect his modesty, put My hand on his ass - he almost swooned; he almost spilled My drink.
  "Would you mind accompanying Me to My home?  I have something there that may interest you."  he could only nod his acceptance.
  "Speak up," I said.
  "Sorry; why yes i would love to."  his eyes were glazing over.
  I handed him the tag for My wrap, told him to fetch it and meet Me at the front door.  We were soon in My car, with him fumbling for the gallery door and My car door.  he literally had to run to keep up with Me.
  "I don't know you Christopher, and I am taking quite a chance bringing you to My house.  Do you mind if I take some precautions?"  My hand was on his thigh.  he eagerly agreed.  "I need to blindfold you; I don't wish for you to see where I live, at least not yet.  Now what can we use as a blindfold?"
  I had left a small suitcase of soiled garments in the backseat for just this use.
  "Christopher, be a sweetie fetch and open that suitcase in the back seat for me.  I have just returned from a trip and haven't had time to unpack. There must be something in there that we can use."
  he opened the suitcase. Right on top was a pair of very soiled panties.  his eyes lit up - he almost bent down to smell their aroma better - Perfect.
  "Would you mind if I put these over your eyes, please, it's all I have - I hope you don't mind that they are a teensy bit dirty?"
  he had them on his head in an instant.  Good boy.  I pulled a pair of worn nylons out of the bag.  I positioned the panties so that the soiled crotch was over his mouth and nose.  I tied them in place with the nylons, then inserted the soiled feet into the leg holes of the panties.  he was trapped in feminine odors - ass, pussy and feet - from all angles.
  "Comfy Chrissie? good, here we go."
   Captured.

Found
  i was in a car with a beautiful Women whom i had just met with a pair of Her dirty panties over my head.  i found that i couldn't help myself, i couldn't seem to resist Her. my cock was rock hard from the smell of Her panties and from the memory of the feel of Her wonderful ass.  i was actually suffering just for the opportunity of being in this Woman's presence.  The dirty panties weren't making me suffer.  In fact, i was comforted by the fact that She allowed me to be so intimate with some of Her intimates.  The odors and feel from the silk of the panties and nylons were overpowering, almost like a drug, and made me feel wonderful  -  i must remember to ask if She would consider letting me keep them.  my suffering came from my groin - my cock had been hard for so long my balls ached - every movement reminded me of how sensitive they were - also i had to pee, badly!
  When we got to Her place She said, "Stay."  i didn't move.  She opened my car door, took me by the hand and had me stand up - She handed me Her suitcase and briefcase - my hands were full again.  "you don't mind keeping this on for just a few more minutes do you?"  It was a rhetorical question.  She must have noticed that, as a result of my breathing, a portion of the panty crotch had entered my mouth.  She tugged playfully at the panties on my head.
  "you seem to like this part; here have it all."  She pressed the rest of the crotch into my mouth.  Now i couldn't respond even if i'd wanted to.
  "Now I don't want you to fall, and your hands are full; how shall I lead you into the house?  Oh, I see, thank you for offering."  With that, She grabbed the head of my cock (it must have been making a tent in my slacks) and led me, as if i were on a leash, into Her house.
  - i had found Her  - Her hand.

    Captured
  his cock offered itself to Me - I grabbed him by the head of it and lead him into the house.  I positioned him in the middle of the living room and reclined in My favorite chair.  "you may put My things down and remove your blindfold."  he did as told, but kept the panties and nylons secure in his hand.  "Since you seem to like My undergarments so much, you may keep them - put them in your pocket."  he did as told.  "Before you make yourself more comfortable, would you fetch Me a Dubonnet from the cabinet?"  he hurried to the cabinet and brought Me My drink - I didn't reach for it, so he got closer and bent low to offer it to Me - as I took it I raised My right foot and caressed his cock through his pants with the bottom of My shoe.
  he pressed against My shoe.  "My feet are so hot and tired from being in these shoes all day, would you be a sweetie and take My shoes off for Me?"  his hands went for My foot, I dropped My foot to the ground.  "My leg is tired, I couldn't hold it up any longer."  he lowered his eyes to My shoes.
  "chrissie, you might find it more comfortable if you were to get down on your knees to take My shoes off."  he did as told.  he reverently took off each shoe and carefully placed them side by side.  Even I could smell the intimidating and intoxicating warm aroma of foot sweat, nylon and leather emanating from My feet.
  "Is there a run on My left foot?"  he bent down to look; I caressed his cheek with the nylon covered toes of My right foot.  I curled the toes of My left foot up and they brushed his lips.  I brought My right foot up to the back of his head and gently nudged it downward - it didn't take much pressure - his mouth opened and he soon had all the toes of My left foot in his mouth, and was gently suckling and worshipping.
  "christine, you must get more comfortable - get out of those ugly man clothes".
  he didn't even realize that I had called him christine.
  "If you wish, to protect your modesty, you may put My panties on, the ones I gave you, the ones in your pocket."
  As his pants reached his knees, he looked up and said "i need to go to the bathroom."
  "Right now?" I asked.  he nodded.  "Speak up, do you have a bad memory? How often must I tell you?"
  "No; sorry; yes, i need to pee badly."
  "Very well, down the hall, on your right."  he minced down the hall with his pants still at his knees. I followed closely behind.  he was standing up ready to pee.
  "Stop! People of refinement don't urinate like that; let Me show you how a lady pees."  I pushed him to his knees, lifted My dress and pulled My panties down and off.
  "Here, hold these."  I put them in his mouth.  I then sat on the toilet and let loose, with him watching, on his knees, from inches away.  I wiped Myself with a tissue.
  I didn't put it in the toilet and I didn't flush.  "Any questions christine?  And remember to speak up."
  "No."
  "No, Mistress," I glared.
  "No, Mistress," he said.  I handed him the wet tissue and told him to use it when he had finished.
  "Now, let's see what christine has learned."
  she got up from her knees, sat delicately on the toilet like a lady, peed, wiped herself, flushed, put on her panties and looked up at Me for approval.
    -Captured.

   The End??? or Just the Beginning of a new life.

Submitted by Mistress Sarah’s slave, puppy boy

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