Bi-curious submissive male (59) with a foot fetish. I write D/s STORIES WITH PICTURES. FemDom, LezDom and MaleDom. Footslaves and Cuckqueans, Cuckolds and Cocksuckers. Catfights that end in a facesit or foot worship (or both.)
The first time the Discrepancy app alerted me to Nina and her pillow, she was on her side, grinding away as if caught in a torrid sex dream. Then she straddled it and continued to grind with her eyes closed. Nina was kind enough to peel off her top, as if she knew someone was watching, then pinned the pillow with both hands and humped with abandon.
Discrepancy was an AI app that monitored security footage for suspect activity (or discrepancies) and learned over time which events warranted attention as the user flagged alerts as high, medium or ignore. To test Discrepancy in preparation for its Series B funding (I ran a venture capital fund), I had installed multiple hidden cameras all over my Palo Alto estate, including the staff rooms. I flagged the Nina pillow event as high.
Nina and her sister Nadine were beautiful Brazilian chefs on temporary visas who prepared my meals while gaining experience in Bay area restaurants. Both were fluent in Portuguese and English and Nadine in Spanish, which allowed her to act as an interpreter between myself and the two Mexican housekeepers.
The pillow alert became an almost daily occurrence—and my addiction. One day, five minutes after a pillow alert, Nina knocked on the door of my home office and asked if I needed anything at the market. After she left, I crept down to her room and buried my face in the pillow, inhaling deeply and adding an aroma to my voyeuristic pleasures. Then I heard something akin to what the fuck? in Portuguese.
Nina had returned to retrieve her phone and stood wide-eyed in the doorway, glaring at my red face then at the pillow then at my face again. Her eyes narrowed like an angry schoolteacher’s as she stripped off her clothes then yanked the pillow out of my hands and shoved me onto my back on the bed. She rewarded my creepy behavior by crawling over my torso and straddling my face. I didn’t get the same rough treatment as the pillow, which had just suffered the brunt of her sexual frustration ten minutes ago, but she took full advantage of the sudden reversal of our power dynamic, working her clit against my eager tongue until she came in my face.
The next day Nadine stormed into my office in a bath robe, ordering me to strip and lay on the desk. I caught my breath as her robe hit the floor then she climbed up and stood straddling my head. She glared down with menace then turned around and buried me between her beautiful buttocks. More pent up than her sister, Nadine punished my face as I worshiped her ass and vulva. She smothered me under her full weight as she came, driving my head into the desk.
I heard giggles coming from the hallway as Nadine climbed off the desk. She ordered me down to the floor on my knees then called out something in Spanish. The Mexican housekeepers rushed in and crowded around me, gleefully thrusting their hips in my face. Renata held two fingers to her mouth and flicked her tongue between them. I didn’t need a translator. The master of the house had become a snatch-licking slave.
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The first time the Discrepancy app alerted me to Nina and her pillow, she was on her side, grinding away as if caught in a torrid sex dream. Then she straddled it and continued to grind with her eyes closed. Nina was kind enough to peel off her top, as if she knew someone was watching, then pinned the pillow with both hands and humped with abandon.
Discrepancy was an AI app that monitored security footage for suspect activity (or discrepancies) and learned over time which events warranted attention as the user flagged alerts as high, medium or ignore. To test Discrepancy in preparation for its Series B funding (I ran a venture capital fund), I had installed multiple hidden cameras all over my Palo Alto estate, including the staff rooms. I flagged the Nina pillow event as high.
Nina and her sister Nadine were beautiful Brazilian chefs on temporary visas who prepared my meals while gaining experience in Bay area restaurants. Both were fluent in Portuguese and English and Nadine in Spanish, which allowed her to act as an interpreter between myself and the two Mexican housekeepers.
The pillow alert became an almost daily occurrence—and my addiction. One day, five minutes after a pillow alert, Nina knocked on the door of my home office and asked if I needed anything at the market. After she left, I crept down to her room and buried my face in the pillow, inhaling deeply and adding an aroma to my voyeuristic pleasures. Then I heard something akin to what the fuck? in Portuguese.
Nina had returned to retrieve her phone and stood wide-eyed in the doorway, glaring at my red face then at the pillow then at my face again. Her eyes narrowed like an angry schoolteacher’s as she stripped off her clothes then yanked the pillow out of my hands and shoved me onto my back on the bed. She rewarded my creepy behavior by crawling over my torso and straddling my face. I didn’t get the same rough treatment as the pillow, which had just suffered the brunt of her sexual frustration ten minutes ago, but she took full advantage of the sudden reversal of our power dynamic, working her clit against my eager tongue until she came in my face.
The next day Nadine stormed into my office in a bath robe, ordering me to strip and lay on the desk. I caught my breath as her robe hit the floor then she climbed up and stood straddling my head. She glared down with menace then turned around and buried me between her beautiful buttocks. More pent up than her sister, Nadine punished my face as I worshiped her ass and vulva. She smothered me under her full weight as she came, driving my head into the desk.
I heard giggles coming from the hallway as Nadine climbed off the desk. She ordered me down to the floor on my knees then called out something in Spanish. The Mexican housekeepers rushed in and crowded around me, gleefully thrusting their hips in my face. Renata held two fingers to her mouth and flicked her tongue between them. I didn’t need a translator. The master of the house had become a snatch-licking slave.