My Dominate Spanish Mistress Parts two and three

“Oh you know things about you and your life,’’ she stretched her toes as she spoke, I couldn’t help but stare.” And your fetishes.” Shit
She giggled as my face twinged with regret for revealing that, I had a few fetishes, all of which I found embarrassing. “So after that and a few other drunken confession we got to it’’ she seemed proud saying this like a hunter who had shot a ten point buck.
“We got to it?” I asked knowing what she meant but wishing for her to say something else.
“We fucked, a lot. It was really fun too, we did some other things too…” she allowed herself to trail off, she wanted me to ask for the details.
“Did I fuck you? Or did you-“
“If you fucked me how would that explain that pain in your ass?’’ she questioned wanting me to admit she fucked me hard. “I’m kind of offend you don’t remember, you seemed to enjoy it.’’
“I’m sorry;” I said not sure why I felt bad, “I just can’t remember anything, really.’’ I took that thing in my ass and survived, suddenly me getting a girl like her isn’t the hardest part to believe in this.
“Oh, you want details then?” she continued without waiting for my response. “After you revealed that you had a thing for… feet,’’ she didn’t at all seem disgusted by it, “ I ordered my new bitch to sit on the edge of the bed and lick and sniff my dirty socks.” Forgetting my nudeness I felt my cock growing hard as the details of her story became accompanied by the random bits and pieces of my foggy memory. I covered it again still feeling embarrassed and set at a disadvantage to her clothed figure. “Don’t cover it,” she spoke sternly, I complied to her demand, fearing what would happened if I didn’t. “good boy.’’ I waited her to continue, part of me not waiting to hear it and another part of me that would give anything to hear the rest.