The Peepshow

Chesters Adult Movie Theater & Play Rooms Presents: Mistress Eve For ONE Night Only!!

May 6th. 7-11pm Play Room 1. RSVP online!

Standing on the sidewalk seeing my name in the glittering lights of the adult movie theater, brings a slight tingle to my chest. Hearing the click of my heels echo behind me, I open the golden handled door and enter the lobby of Chesters.

Seeing the owner working the counter like always, I get a hug and kiss on the cheek from Chester himself. Chester, having known me since I was a bartender in the quarter, treats me like family and welcomed me with open arms when I showed interest in the kink community all those years ago. Now, when I am back in town, I thank him by working a play room at the theater; which makes him a week’s worth of income in one night. Plus, I enjoy the droves of foot fetish boys lining up, then dispersing to appear nonchalant around the theater, waiting to see me.

Tonight’s RSVP list is full, so I look over the list of names of who will be coming to my playroom door tonight. Most of them are user names, some simply wrote “anonymous”.

The playrooms at Chesters leave much to be desired, which is why I choose the one room set up like a peep show/glory hole room. It is slightly better than the rest, as it has fun features I like to humiliate my clientele with. The glass door that is covered by a length of blinds is how my clients enter, to be greeted by an empty chair and a table with toys and lubes all facing a 3/4 glass wall with a section that can open near the middle.

Deciding to make an entrance, I kiss Chester on the cheek and tell him to have someone bring my bags to my dressing room as I drop my coat to the floor exposing my corseted bodice followed by a latex black pencil skirt, ending in sharp pointed red bottom heels.

A slow silence floats over the rooms and I slowly, sensually swing my hips back and forth to my dressing room, seeing a tenseness grab the pants of every pathetic little male I pass on the way.

Inputting my pin into my dressing room door, it beeps and unlocks, exposing the private space I use to ready myself for a night’s work. I came ready to work tonight, so there is little to do besides lotioning my feet and making sure my play room is ready. Prestaged on the client’s side, I make sure my side has lotions and lubes as well, along with socks and anklets as some of my favorites like to undress my feet before we play.

A light knock sounds at my door, followed by a loud, “Evie, doll, can I come in?” from Chester.

“How many times do I have to tell ya Chester, just knock and come in. I know it’s you” Smirking to myself as Chester grumbles and lets himself in.

“We’ve got a full house tonight Evie, Do you think you could go on early? I don’t want to disappoint any of your boys, but we are all out of spots for the night.”

Rimming my eyes with a fresh pass of eyeliner, I sigh and roll my eyes at the thought of the room full of foot hungry boys.

“Let’s add some spots to the beginning of the night. Make them Early Access VIP tickets. Oh and make sure my refreshment fridge is stocked in my playroom, it’s going to be a long night boss man.”

Laughing Chester leaves my room and I meditate on the work ahead of me before standing and making my way to my playroom.

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Sitting on my side of the play screen, I hear the blinds slap against the glass door as it opens a bit too quickly. The play screen set to “one way” making it to where I can see the thin young boy, but he cant see me.

He is wearing a blue zip up jacket, and he fiddles with the edges anxiously as he waits for me.

Clearing my throat, I turn on the mic and change the play screen to “two way”. One heeled foot on the glass pushing me back in my chair and I suck on a blow pop.

“Hello there..” I purr out between sucks on my blow pop.

I see his attention stuck to me in a way I don’t think I have ever seen. Like a literal deer in headlights, unmoving, unblinking. Sweat beading on his brow.

“Is it your first time at Chester’s?” I stare quizzically, wondering if he is going to overcome his current state and reply.

“Hello, Mistress.. Uh… I apologize, Mistress. It is my first time at Chester’s, yes. But.. uhh.. Also my first time with a Mistress, ma’am”

Intrigued, I rock myself back and forth causing my heel to audibly tap tap tap on the glass.

“Is that so? How flattering. I am happy you chose to serve me before any others.”

“Uhmm.. Yes. I..uh..am a subscriber to your website and I am a member of all your fan clubs. You are the most beautiful Mistress to ever grace this earth. Thank you for seeing me tonight Mistress.”

How could I make this a night this little worm of a boy will never forget? Should I spoil him?

“How fun to finally meet such a dedicated foot slave. Tell me pettt, what is your favorite thing about my feet?”

Going from a fidgeting mess to as red as a rose, in an instant, I see my new favorite foot boy press the palm of his hand into his lap, attempting to conceal his rising member.

“Uh..UH..uh.. Don’t hide from me pet. Unbutton your pants and show me what you brought me” I say as I adjust my chair to stationary and slip my heel from my perfectly glistening feet, while a drunk, cock driven glaze overcomes his face, putting me in the driver seat.

Opening the glass window with the button to my left, I playfully rest one of my heels on the sill as I clasp a gold anklet onto my ankle to compliment the black polish on my toes.

“You know, I was thinking when I first saw you, that it has been oh so long since i’ve given a world class foot job to a good little slave cock.”

Grazing my hand up my leg, as I lean back from attaching the anklet, I stick my foot through the opening fully playing with the edge of his jeans, “And from the looks of it, the present you brought me wants to play..” Half way up his thigh he flinches heavily, standing slightly from his seat and grasping his cock tightly.

“No, I just want to watch you.. And your feet.. Your goddess made, perfect feet, while I.. I.. uh..” Stroking himself firmly yet slowly a single time to make his meaning known without words. Spreading his legs open with one foot on each thigh.. “Why so shy? You know many stupid fucking subs would kill to feel my foot on the cock they wish I owned?…” I seductively trail my toes closer to his raging.. hard.. member.

“No.. No.. I am sorry, Mistress. It’s not. Uhm.. that I don’t want you to, I just have mm.. I’ve never had anyone..”.

I stop sharply and dig my toenails into his thigh. “Spit it out, slave.”

“Ma’am..” He starts to articulate as I feel wetness dripping down my foot as pre cum makes its way from his shaft to the hilt of my pressing foot. Staring in disbelief, he is breathing heavily, causing the small connected rooms to feel dense with heat.

“Do you mean you’ve never had a foot job my shy boy?… Or touched a woman’s feet… or… touched a woman?..” Stiffening at the last statement, I know I’ve struck gold.

Laughing irately, my toes peel away from his creased, pre cum drenched, open pants. Wiping a happy tear from my eye I ask, “Are you a virgin, my subby foot bitch?” I say deviously, as I draw circles with my toes on his exposed leg, while simultaneously unbuttoning the sheer top tucked into my corseted waist revealing my bustingly full breasts.

“Ma’am, I.. am your most loyal slave.. I.. I’ve saved myself for you. This is the longest duration I’ve been without being caged, since finding you online 4 years ago. I am faithful to my goddess. Only she can know how I am meant to be used.”

Shocked into utter silence, I contemplate how aroused I feel. The pulsing coming from my latex covered pussy. How my mind reels with ways to ruin him.

“Let me see my most faithful slave fully. Stand for me. Drop your pants.” Staring at his huge cock, I realize he is truly devoted, not like the normal, shrimp dicked men. Any girl would fuck this slim boy. Realizing, my first judgment was slightly off, he is rather fit but on the taller side making him appear slim.

Allowing my pussy to run the show for a minute, I grab lube and push my feet through the opening one at a time and wrap them playfully around his thick shaft, only grazing his tip.

A loud breathy uhhuh slips through his parted lips as I stroke and twist my feet, his hands pressing against the glass of the partition causing a slight trust and pull motion to inspire me even more. Coaxing him with a faint “Yessss pett… Gooood petttttt..” and he starts to thrust into my feet and slightly into the window opening itself.

Moaning myself, I feel myself bobbing my feet with his rhythm until he cums all over my legs in a husky, brutal way. The amount of cum covering my legs is astonishing and he thrusts a few more small times. Catching my breath as he catches his, it seems he recalls his place and is mortified beyond belief pulling away from the window.

“Mistress, I am so sorry. Oh God. What have I done? Mistress, please forgive me..” Falling to his knees I hear a cry break his tone.

“I should not have disrespected your body, Mistress. You are a Goddess. You are divine. You are everything..” In love with his endless devotion, I pull my feet in and bend down to slip my hand down and onto his chin.

“Oh. My boy. My pathetic little pet.. You were perfect. You have made your Mistress so proud.. And..” folding my skirt up with one hand and lifting my dripping pussy to the window,” you are going to make me proud again. You remember all those videos of bulls giving me head, pet? Nod if you understand.. “ He nods repeatedly, lazily in my grasp, “Come pleasure your Mistress. Come put your slave boy mouth to use.”

He comes to me slowly, but dives in once he sees the sweet nectar pouring from inside of my swollen pussy. Lapping up all the glistening wetness, I guide his head and slowly mummer instructions to my little virgin bitch. Fresh and untrained.

“That’s it.. Slow now.. Faster.. Stick your tongue inside of me.. Suck on my clit, pet.. Yes it’s right there.. You’re doing so good my pathetic foot boy…”