Mistress Malvasia was a huge hit at this past weekend’s foot night Detroit! In this special guest blog post, She talks all about the fun She had with all the feet slaves at foot night:
Saturday afternoon, most people do household chores, shopping, or go out for a nice dinner; what does a Domme like Me do? Footnight! That’s right My perfect self trekked over to the Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club and had one of the best nights of My life! I dragged a few helpless potential Dommes along with for the ride too. Nothing better than expanding the horizon of those vanilla, but curious to Our wild and off color life style, victims. As soon as I pulled those hulking doors and entered that club I knew it was going to be one hell of a night. My first greeting came from the wonderful and, lets be honest, most adorable and charming Warren. He’s the mastermind behind Foot night and has been for many years. A foot man himself, he always is very friendly and totes a lot of pie. Yes, pie. So many foot slaves love to suck all kinds of goodies off yummy toes and heels. Warren makes it such a pleasant and easy experience. Every detail perfectly planned down to the cleaning supplies to make sure sanitation and safety is being practiced; which honestly really made Me happy. I’m all for a good foot sucking but to be stuck with sticky sugary delight covered digits for 6hrs, yeah no thanks. Warren was even nice enough to walk Me around the club a bit and show Me whats what knowing I was a newbie to this type of party.
Fun began in the dressing room below the club itself. Huge room full of so many mirrors that I could see every perfect inch of My Goddess body as I had never seen them before. And yes I did stand and stare at the splendor for a bit, I mean come on. Girl after girl came in, all giddy and excited knowing the fun to come. We all joked around about what to expect, shared odd experiences, and yes compared boob size. I WIN! Anyway, once all dressed to kill and heels to die for, We all scampered upstairs and continued the giggle fest while We waited for our foot friends to show. I was very pleased to see how relaxing and genuine these girls all were. Not a single uncomfortable soul to be found.
One by one the bright eyed and eager foot sluts began to show up. It was a surprise to see the vast array of men and women who showed to worship our feet. All walks of life were there and it was all due to mutual love of feet. I was sitting at the bar at the point that My first client shyly mosied on up to Me. He had a look all over his face like he had just seen a unicorn. A oddly tattood, pierced, crazy colorfully-haired unicorn. He couldn’t help himself.
“Um, uh…You are just stunning and i have to get to know you Miss.” He reaches out for a hand shake.
I firmly grab his hand with all My dominant glory ,”Well of course you do silly boy. I’m Miss Mal. Shall we?”
We make the great fucking climb up those damn stairs of doom, as I’d be calling them by the end of the night, and get up to the private rooms. These rooms are spacious and not in the slightest creepy. Very well lit, nice and clean, with a big spacious couch to sprawl on if need be, and a Fucking giant nude of a woman. Each picture different but no matter what room, boobies galore! Anyway… We choose a room and cracked the door per Warrens/clubs rules. I took My place on the couch and My client handed Me a 20. I was amazed to find that it was 20 dollars for 10 min of My time. Just a beautiful thing! I kept time with My phone and and soon as I hit that start button My sub hit the floor like a bomb warning just sounded! He explained that he just wanted to lay there as I did what I wanted. Needless to say with My Goddess feet and skills, I had him in subspace in no time. He lay there motionless except for his mouth. His tongue flicking wildly to try and sneak a taste as I rubbed and caressed his stubbly face. My favorite part of this particular client was when he begged to be smothered and had to struggle for air. I’d place My feet, now sweaty and sticky because of the blaringly bright ass lights beating down on us, onto his face and press down. I could feel his gasps for air in between moans of pleasure.
Ding! Ding! Ding! The timer went off and time was up, but My client was still down, and soon to stay there. As he tried to get up he fell straight back down, subspace had him by the balls.
Laughing I said, “you are welcome for that.”
“For what Miss Mal?”
“Subspace lil one, the reason you fell to your knees and lay there drunk with ecstasy.”
“That’s what this is? Ive never felt like this before Miss Mal.”
“Again, you are welcome.”
There were many many more experiences like this to follow. My night finally concluded with exchanging numbers with a few girls who were aspiring Dommes and want to join our troop. I was ecstatic to share this information with Mistress Kiara. Even a few of My clients begged to give Me their info so that they can serve Me regularly like, which made Me a happy Mal. The topper to the cake of wonderful was yet again Warren. He gave Me a hearty hug and demanded that I come back soon, soon being May 3rd for the next event! It was a great time and I will never forget My first Footnight party! It will definitely NOT be My last~