Hi all, I am in the process of writing a story about a bunch of Menhating women which contains a lot of foot related domination, humiliation and other fetish related abuse. Initially it centres on F/m domination but in later chapters branches into F/f. I thought I would give this forum a few chapters to see what the response is like. If it goes down well I will continue to post the rest here. Chapter 1 – Background and Beth The sun was beating down on the back of my neck and beads of sweat were beginning to accumulate under my collar. I was wearing a smart black suit, white shirt and blue tie as I strolled through the business centre of London, England. I had a strong feeling of trepidation about what lay ahead of me that day. But to start my story I need to go back to the beginning. My luck had gone south in a big way over the last few months with the loss of my last job, my girlfriend and my bank balance. I reflected back on those recent events as my head dropped. I felt so pathetic. My girlfriend, Beth, who worked with me at our top consultancy company had completely played me. She was 5’8, had a fit athletic body and shoulder length jet black hair. Her eyes were a captivating blue, wide and alluring and stood out over her pretty pert nose and luscious thick red lips. After dropping me a couple of inviting smiles whilst passing my office pod I had plucked up the courage to ask her on a date. At that point I really thought I had no chance but she said that she would think about it and gave it just the right amount of time to increase my desperation before she agreed. I couldn’t (and perhaps shouldn’t) have believed my luck. On our initial dates mostly in nice restaurants and movie theatres (I had a healthy bank balance back then) we had a really great time together laughing and joking. She wasn’t really getting that close or intimate but seemed to love my company. Every now and then she would throw a curve ball into the conversation or would throw some heavy-handed feminism into a perfectly innocent argument but other than that everything seemed ideal in her. Beth had an amazing presence and all men stopped and jaw dropped when she entered a room either at work or in our social outings. She seemed to know so many beautiful women as well but not once did she offer an introduction. If I pried and enquired who someone was she would often just wave her wand in my face and say “Oh just someone from a way back” and move the conversation on. On one of our earlier dates in a local bar she was being propositioned by a guy who was clearly pissing her off. I was in a major queue to buy some drinks. As I looked back my eyes nearly popped in amazement when I see her flip into a rage jump up and kick the guy straight in the chest toppling him over the railings onto the dance-floor. I immediately rushed back to see what was up and if I could help when she responded. “Oh nothing, just some idiot pissing me off. Lets get out of here” as cool and composed, as you like. As time went on and our relationship entered the 3-6 month period she started to strike me as particularly unpredictable. She seemed to lurch from being a warm empathetic kind respectful woman to a cold hearted bitch, who seemed to get off disrespecting me in front of others in public. Initially this was quite subtle but increased over our time together. I thought our beautiful albeit brief relationship was coming to an end and the uncertainty that this created started to erode my self-confidence and I found my demeanor and emotional strength whittling away. She seemed to be able to read my inner feelings in a way that just when I was about to break she would turn on the kind warm Beth and then just as I was starting to feel the relationship was going somewhere she would bring me crashing down to rock bottom again. I could give you countless more examples of this switching behavior, aggressiveness and undermining but my story starts with one particular event near the end of our relationship and our final date together. This night kept rolling around in my mind like the images were burnt permanently into my short-term memory. My mind didn’t want to commit them to the long term until it had resolved why she had acted in such a way. Looking back I feel dumb that I didn’t pick up on the signals earlier that she had an alternate agenda perhaps all along. The images spinning through my mind projected a time when we were in a nice relaxed Italian restaurant just 20 minutes walk from my house. We had strolled there holding hands and exchanging comments about how nice the weather had been that day, hot and sunny where even the shade only offered temporary relief from the heat. We were having a great positive patch together with minimal mind fucking so I was in buoyant mood when we had briefly stopped back at the house to drop off a number of shopping bags having visited most of the shops in the town centre and realizing we were running late had decided to head straight out for food instead of getting washed and changed (her decision). She was wearing a tight light blue t-shirt accentuating her pretty, firm breasts (I am not good at sizes but guess it was around a C cup), high cut denim shorts, thin white ankle socks and a pair of old beat up canvas trainers size UK 8 that were perfect for long walks around town though looked like they belonged more in a bin than on someone's feet. A little shiver ran through my pelvis as I recalled the glistening sweat film that covered her legs from our exertions that day. I would have given up my prized Rolex watch at that point just for the opportunity to jump in bed with her for a couple of hours but our relationship wasn’t moving anything like that kind of speed. When we arrived at the restaurant a beautiful Maître d’ quickly approached us then proceeded to pretty much ignore me and addressed Beth directly. “Can I offer you a table madam?” she enquired. I felt a little put down but then Beth was always the centre of attention and I thought just go with the flow. She then ushered us into the main dining area and sat us at a large table in the centre of the room covered with a perfect long white tablecloth and an array of condiments and utensils. Within the next few minutes a waitress approached. Once again she seemed to offer almost all her attention to Beth and barely addressed me. That said in the few glances I did get I thought she could easily be a relative of Beth. She had the same jet black hair but this time cut into a graduated 60s Vidal Sassoon style bob. Beautiful chiseled cheeks, a little pert nose and those same large blue captivating eyes. She must have been around 5’ 6” a little shorter than Beth and wore a high cut classic black dress, tan pantyhose and rather inexplicable filthy beat up old white trainers I guess a size 6 or 7 UK. I assumed she must wear them for comfort as the management wouldn’t approve of such footwear in such a nice restaurant. “I am Lucy your waitress for the evening” she said to Beth flicking her what looked like an odd knowing smile but I thought no more of it. “Can I get you drinks?” Beth asked me what I wanted and then proceeded to order 2 orange juices to help us cool down from our previous excursions. Lucy the waitress then disappeared rapidly to get the drinks. Me and Beth then exchanged more small talk about the day’s passing with me focusing her attention of the 3 or 4 expensive gifts I had purchased for her that day. 3 items of welsh gold jewellery (a bracelet, matching necklace and earrings) and a bloody expensive designer handbag. But she seemed distracted and her mood was starting to flit from her previous warm demeanor to something more cold, distant and frankly rude. As we sat there talking in the restaurant and looking over the menu deciding what to chose the waitress had stopped by unobtrusively and propped a bread basket and butter on the edge of the table looking at me briefly to see if we knew what we wanted or needed more time. I motioned we needed another 10 to 15 minutes and she disappeared off into the restaurant to assess the needs of other tables. When I then looked back at Beth to pick up on our prior food choice conversation her whole demeanor had changed. Her eyes narrowed with a spiteful resentment and her mouth went from a warm smile to an aggressive nasty sneer. My mind went into chaos mode. What had I done wrong? Not this again and in such an open public place. Did she think I was coming onto the waitress or something? “Butter me some bread, NOW!” she snorted “A thanks would be nice. What’s wrong Beth?” I retorted somewhat uncomfortably and trying to pacify the atmosphere that was building. Her face was simply ravishing when she was this angry but I knew better than to go lightly on this, the sheer unpredictability of Beth in this mood was more than most could handle. She moved another 5 to 6 inches closer and whilst leaning into my personal space, her face now looking a picture of rage she escalated her demand in a soft forbidding tone. “Butter me some fucking bread now or I will shout it at you so loud the whole restaurant will see what a complete bitch you are under my thumb.” My mouth dropped, my heart started racing and panic set in as I had been completely unsettled by this rapid and unexpected change of mood. Though similar things had happened before this was whole new level of nasty. My mind darted as I explored all the possibilities. She sat there staring viciously into my eyes almost willing me to capitulate and obviously amused by how easily she could unsettle me. I really found her beauty quite daunting but these mood swings were so damn weird. I resolved to continue to try and calm the situation further. “Look I am sorry if I did something wrong. Of course I will butter you some bread” I relented. Hoping my defensive and subordinate manor would placate her somewhat. At this her sneering mouth evolved into a wicked smirk and she sat back in her chair clearly pleased with her control of the situation. She raised her hand and made a number of rapid curls in the bottom of her hair then proceeded to exert a renewed position of strength and control upon the proceedings. “Right choice.” she whispered and flicked a glance of contempt and distain back at me to ensure I remained totally outside my comfort zone. I started fumbling for a bread roll, trembling and still unsettled by her change of character. She watched every move with careful considered authority. Her large bright blue eyes could have burnt through walls at this point. Having got a roll onto my side plate and cut it open I started layering on the butter with the bread knife. It was still hard from the fridge which made the whole process that much more difficult and I was trembling with the whole random unpredictability of the situation to come. I flicked a nervous smile at her. She remained completely motionless her eyes still burning through me. When I had finally done the best I could to butter the roll I picked up the plate and offered it over to Beth again with a nervous and unsettled smile. “There you go. One buttered bread roll” I said trying again to appease the situation, her rage and the whole atmosphere around us. She made me wait there for around 20 seconds holding the plate before she once again leaned forward. Her fingers wrapped around the roll and she lifted it open to inspect my buttering skills, which even I admit left a lot to be desired. “Fucking pathetic. You don’t expect me to eat that shit do you?” she scolded. Moving on she added, “That will be your roll” and she tapped the side of the plate causing the roll to imbalance and topple onto the floor. As I looked over at the roll that had fallen just to the left of the table I saw her leg quickly dart out and her canvas sneaker scoop the now open buttered roll under our table. My glance then darted to the other patrons of the restaurant who for some reason I expected would all be staring at us but to my pleasant surprise not one of them had taken any interest in our tables recent events. It was strange though that all the 10-12 patrons were female that night. I then looked back at Beth who was waiting expectantly for my next move. "Well?" she said. Her eyes narrowed and her cheeks flushed red as I sensed the aggression rising in her once more. Suspecting that I needed to play this carefully and quickly I took a somewhat defensive stance to avoid escalating her annoyance any further. “As that one has been on the floor butter side open. Couldn’t I just butter another for us both please Beth?” I pleaded feeling a little pathetic with my tone. Not moving an inch she almost spat the words back into my face. “Get on your knees under the table, pick up the fucking roll and eat it you stupid little cunt”. This was a step too far for me and broke me out of my defensive mode into an exasperated and assertive stance. “Look” I said, “I am not sure what mind games you are running on me here. I bought you all those lovely presents today in town, we come to a lovely restaurant for a nice pleasant evening together and you all of a sudden treat me like a piece of shit. What’s going on Beth?” Though my assertiveness started off well it diminished rapidly mid-sentence finishing in a somewhat pathetic apologetic plea for clarity. She paused for what seemed like forever though was probably nearer 20 seconds considering her next move. “Do you remember the report you submitted for the upcoming team leader promotion at work?” she offered in a calm calculating way. I shifted nervously not knowing where this change of conversation was heading. “Sure I do.” I said. “Why do you ask?” Beth leaned forward again like before into my personal space. “Well my mother happens to know 2 of the 3 people on the selection committee and if you do what I ask and eat that bread roll I will return the favour by getting my her to swing the decision more your way” “That sounds great Beth but why is the bread roll so important to you?” I responded. “It’s symbolic Chris. I need to test the boundaries of this relationship to see how sub…committed you are.” Beth swiveled mid sentence. “I need to know when I really need you most to do what I ask you will be prepared to push the boundaries for me and do whatever it takes.” Beth was taking a more considered and manipulative stance. Her eyes had softened a little but her mouth retained that awkward twisted look of contempt that made it clear she was not relinquishing any control here. I sat back to reflect for a few seconds. Beth seemed to be sincere. Her rage had abated a little and she was speaking lucidly and considered. Was this scenario just a test of my loyalty? Perhaps she had been hurt before or let down badly and that was why she flipped her moods so rapidly and unexpectedly based on various trigger points. Whatever the purpose she was reasoning that our relationship could be heading in a positive direction with this test of my commitment to her and that was a good thing for me. Also that promotion meant the world to me. I had worked my arse off for our department and securing this new role would almost double my compensation package. I knew there were other strong candidates so any leverage I could gain could be a deal maker. “So what’s it gonna be Chris? Are you going to push on and eat that bread roll for me or have I made you out to be someone with more resolve than you really have?” Beth whispered her eyes remaining focused on me watching for clues on my next move. She started drumming her slender long fingers on the edge of the table indicating a heightened level of impatience. Her radiant beauty and the subtle, hypnotic rhythm of her voice started to entrance me. This dominant side to Beth was quite sexy even if chaotic and unexpected. I decided to grow a pair of balls and just pick up the goddam roll. “Ok Beth I am gonna eat that roll not because it might swing that promotion my way but because I want you to see that I am committed to us and even if your request is a little strange it is something I can easily surmount.” I announced with renewed confidence. “And please let that be an end to the games Beth”. There was mixed sincerity in this response as the promotion was massive for me and I think by her look she see right through me. “Great Chris that’s the spirit. Now get on your knees under the table and eat that roll for me. I have also changed my mind. No hands and don’t come back up until it’s all gone.” she cooed triumphantly. “Hang on" I started to say before realising resistance was not my best course of action. So what if I ate the roll under the table that way no-one would see me eat a roll that had been on the floor and not using my hands was just some stupid game Beth wanted to layer in so she could have a laugh at my expense. “Never mind” I backtracked. I quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking. All clear. I figured the waitress (Lucy) was gonna be another 5 minutes so if I was quick I could finish the roll and be back in time for the order even without the use of my hands. I lifted the long white tablecloth and slithered down my chair and under the table. Looking in front of me down at the roll all the blood washed out of my body and I shivered. I could not be prepared for the sight in front of my eyes.