Sebastian Submits: A Femdom Story (8)

As with Chapter 7  , this is 'new territory' following on the real-life events from a fellow writer on WDC's experiences, Windowlicker. As before, all names and certain details have been changed for anonymity reasons. These events have not happened (not at the time of writing at least). Windowlicker has also contributed to the story too; we hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 8 - If It Really Is Me

As he read and re-read Frieda's message, Sebastian realised that there was nothing he could do, other than accept that Frieda was on her way to his place and back into his life! When the doorbell finally rang, he was instantly, hopelessly hit by how beautiful Freida looked - even more so than he remembered.

"Hey, you like you've seen a ghost!" Frieda said, a playful smile on her lips as she tucked an overhanging strand of blonde hair behind her ear, still waiting at the door and looking expectantly at him.

"Sorry, I mean.... come in..." He let her through, his eyes immediately darting down to the floor as she walked past him and neatly slipped off her sandals.

His sense of resolve was quickly eroding away just from being around this beautiful woman, especially without her shoes on! Remembering Maha, his loyal and fun girlfriend, it took a tremendous effort to appear nonchalant, yet respectful. Fixing her a cup of coffee, Frieda took a seat in the kitchen while she made chit-chat with him.

"I've just had a flashback of when we talked in your dorm kitchen a few months back - remember that?" She asked him, taking a sip of coffee while he sat opposite her.

Did he remember?! He had fantasised about that many times, especially the sight of her bare soles on the table. This time, she was sitting in a regular position, her feet nearly flat on the floor.

"Yeah, I guess..." He replied, while she stared at him. "... I mean, yeah. It was actually really great getting to know you."

Giving him a warm smile, she nodded and proceeded to tell him about her studies. As expected, Frieda was well on-course with her assignments and practical work; he couldn't help but be impressed with her knowledge, yet she seemed effortlessly modest at the same. So, so different to Rachel, who would use ANY opportunity to make herself look good! Usually at his expense!

Finishing the coffee, she gave him a look that was hard to read. "Thanks for letting me stay here. Like I said, hotels are just so damn expensive. And it means we get a proper chance to...catch up..."

This was the part he'd been dreading - inevitably, the conversation turned to Rachel and what had happened. Determined not to go into detail, Sebastian focused more on how he had moved on with his life and didn't see the purpose of going over old ground. He didn't feel comfortable mentioning Maha, though.

Frieda seemed a little stung by this. "Oh, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories. I just thought that you would like to have a heart-to-heart, especially after the charges against Rachel got dropped..."

Well, that was news to him! Sebastian actually let out a laugh - a reaction he had carried out before in situations that he didn't anticipate. For several minutes, it was like he was only hearing white noise. How could this be...!

Giving him a sympathetic look, Frieda leaned back on her chair, lifting a leg up and casually pressing one foot against the edge of the table. It took him a few seconds to notice this but once he did, it was difficult to focus on anything else. Perhaps she was oblivious to his reaction; Frieda continued to talk, slowly sliding her foot up until it was resting on the table, giving him a full view of her toes and some of her bare sole.

Exactly as it was months ago, Frieda's foot was...perfect! Her skin looked so smooth and flawless; that slightly wrinkled effect of her sole was just so damn lick-able. Her toes were the perfect length and the way they wiggled in front of him was ridiculously sexy and teasing. It was impossible not to stare! Even though the bombshell about the charges was still fresh in his mind, he found his attention becoming completely targeted at her feet...

"Oh, sorry... I forgot about the whole foot thing..." Frieda started to retract her foot before considering him. "And those foot pics - it was just a bit of fun and we're over that now, right?"

"Yep, erm, sure," he replied, feeling his forehead start to perspire slightly. Trying to remain impassive, he watched her foot pause its descent, her toes just visible over the edge of the table. "Actually, it's OK, if you want to... rest them there," he added.

Frieda smiled, her hand toying with a lock of hair. "Only if you're sure..." She proceeded to place both bare feet on the table, this time giving him a full view of both bare soles. They were so, so gorgeous! As she crossed them at the ankles, he admired her arches, finding his mouth hanging open for a second before promptly closing it. God, Frieda's feet were literally the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life! A slightly musty smell wafted towards his nostrils; she had been travelling for a while, he reasoned. Although he only caught a little whiff of it and wasn't able to experience the smell at its strongest, Sebastian immediately felt himself melting away further on the inside as he realised that her feet not only looked good but also seemed to have a wonderful scent. But maybe it was just an over-interpretation on his part; a reaction his body had because of his feelings towards her - wanting to think of her feet as having an equally enticing smell and appearance.

While he tried to avert his eyes, he nodded in acceptance when she mentioned she was still Rachel's friend and that Rachel had her support. Yet, she felt bad for him, hence why she wanted to see Sebastian. His heart fluttered at this; she really must care to come this way to see him. With his eyes flickering constantly to her feet, he started to zone out a little...

"... I said, Seb, if it would be OK if you cooked me dinner? I know you don't want to hear her name, but Rachel did tell me what a great chef you were. I'd rather save some money and not head out... is that cool?" Her voice snapped him back to attention; he'd had to cross his legs and lean forward slightly to halt the wood that was already burgeoning in his pants.

"Yes, of course," He replied, glad to have a reason for a distraction. While he started to take some ingredients out of the fridge, he knew that he was in his element and had the chance to impress this sublime woman! A Woihinkelche would be perfect, especially as he had some tarragon on the go. She did ask him a bit more about the case from his perspective, even though she made it clear she was still Rachel's friend and seemed to be on her side, more or less. It was so easy to be charmed and convinced by her - she was undeniable! Being in her company was like basking in sunshine and he felt grateful that she was honouring him with her company.

After dinner (which apparently was delicious!), they sat on the couch, watching a recommendation of hers when his phone buzzed.


Hey, you wanna come over to mine tonight? Wanna lose to my feet again?


Feeling awkward yet intrigued, he re-read it several times while Frieda looked away. He was relieved that Maha was apparently OK about things, after she seemed a bit 'off' this morning... Before he replied, he took a glance at Frieda's bare feet that were partially tucked underneath her, sticking out a little to the side so he could see one delicious sole...

There was NO way that he was going to miss out on an evening with Frieda! He'd not been unfaithful to Maha; he had no reason to feel guilty. Yet, he did not feel comfortable telling his girlfriend about the current situation. His infatuation with Frieda was stronger than ever, since she had turned up in person.


Sorry, am too tired but how about tomorrow? I'll come to yours.


After sending this reply, he settled back to the TV show with Frieda, not bothering to check his phone again. After a little while longer, the gorgeous blonde had started to stretch her legs out and practically had her feet on his leg. This made it both difficult and frustrating to continue any sort of conversation, especially after she giggled at the TV, inadvertently extending her foot out further so that it was now resting on his thigh. She let out a small gasp of surprise as she turned to him.

"The whole foot thing..." She began, getting into a more comfortable position. "It's no big deal to me, by the way. And I'm glad that the whole foot pic stuff is behind us. We're friends, right? And it's not unusual for friends to massage each other's feet, right?" She extended her other leg out so both feet were now in his lap.

"Well, I guess not but... but..." He retorted, desperately trying to think of an escape clause. He could mention his girlfriend but didn't have the heart as deep down, he was still hoping Frieda would reciprocate his feelings for her. The 'friend' comment was both sweet but crushing at the same time. Yet, her logic was kind of right...

Frieda giggled after he weakly nodded, taking one bare foot in his hands as he started to knead away with his thumbs. Sebastian was no foot massaging expert, but his love for women's feet, especially Frieda's, meant that his caresses were full of love and reverence. Frieda even let out a small gasp of pleasure as he continued rubbing away, hugely enjoying how soft her feet felt. They were slightly damp with sweat, but that was just a natural lubricant that made it even easier! Again, that scent from her feet was just divine! Soon enough, however, he felt his pants tighten and his member begin to swell. Surreptitiously taking a cushion and placing it under her feet (he invented an excuse that it would make it more comfy for her), this seemed to do the trick.

Minutes trickled away and Sebastian just couldn't get enough of Frieda's perfect soles. She was greatly appreciating his attention, even telling him how much she needed this after hours of travelling. "You're such a good foot rubber, Seb. Like, I am so relaxed right now! Seriously - I could get used to this! Thanks, buddy! Plus, this is better than paying for foot pics, right?!"

Sebastian gave a nervous laugh in response, not able to find the words to say. After a little while longer, Frieda began to yawn, ready for bed. He had been prepared for this, knowing that this predicament would come up. Informing her that she would be taking his bedroom and he'd sleep elsewhere, she gave him a hard-to-read look. Embarrassingly, he couldn't stand up to show her to the room, or help her with her bag, as he'd been sporting a full-on erection under his pants and boxers for a while now! Frieda smiled sweetly as he gave her instructions about where his room was, where to get a towel etc. Waiting for his hard-on to subside, he made up his bed on the sofa. He didn't want to sleep in his Mom's room and this was the only other proper bed (well, technically a sofa-bed), that he could sleep on.

Was he tempted to suggest sharing a bed? Of course he was! After rubbing Frieda's feet, it was ridiculously tempting! However, he knew that he was not the unfaithful type, especially as Maha had been so good to him. Also, the way Frieda had spoken to him, it was clear that he was in the 'friend zone', which, to be honest, he was fine with. It kept things simpler! Also, with the revelation about the charges, the last thing he needed was misreading the situation, making a move and causing more damage! Checking his phone, he saw that Maha had replied with a smiling emoji... she was so decent. No, he had to keep things platonic with Frieda!

The next morning, he was woken by the sound of footsteps. To his surprise, Frieda was standing in front of him, her coat and backpack already on.

"You're going? Already?" He felt genuinely surprised and disappointed. He'd imagined them eating breakfast together, hopefully giving him one last view of those amazing bare soles.

She smiled at him. "Oh, Seb, I've got a mountain of work to do and I'm on my way to visit another friend in Heidelberg. But I so appreciate that you let me stay over - and were such a gentleman. Plus, that foot rub... " She let out an insanely cute giggle that he had to shift his eyes away from. "You've shown me how you really are, which is so good to know..."

Seeing her to the door, she gave him a brief hug and peck on the cheek, which sent further sparks to fly inside him. Yearning for more, but knowing it was best not to, he watched her go as his phone beeped.


Hey, I'm on my way to yours with Maryam. Just around the corner, see you soon!


Shit, that was close! Thank goodness Frieda did leave suddenly after all! Having the presence of mind to quickly fix the sofa-bed away as well as check his bedroom, the doorbell went as his girlfriend and her sister arrived. Opening up the door to the two gorgeous Lebanese women, he felt an immediate pang of guilt. Technically he hadn't cheated on Maha, but he had rubbed Frieda's feet... he'd had another woman stay in his house without her knowledge. Shaking those thoughts away, he made coffee for them all (Turkish-style for the sisters, as was their preference), while Maryam suddenly cleared her throat.

"So, my sis was saying, we could practice... you know, with BJJ before I join class," the younger of the two sisters stated. Sebastian had noticed before that her German was a little better than Maha's. Though to be fair, both were becoming increasingly fluent.

"Yeah, great idea," he smiled at her, taking a sip of his drink. Maryam rolled her eyes at this and looked to her sister, confusing Sebastian slightly. Maryam was eighteen years old and taking a part-time college course, meanwhile working as a sales assistant in a clothes store for a few hours a day. Neither of the sisters had the sufficient grades or finances to get onto their desired undergraduate courses, yet both were bright, keen and would get there one day, for sure.

Being around her was a little awkward; he was convinced that she didn't particularly care for him, especially when he would catch her smirking, after saying something in Arabic.

Maha nudged him. "Sooo how about... Maryam practice on you. Get used to basics, so at class she do better." She stated in her thick, sexy, Lebanese accent.

Alarm bells started ringing, which were soothed somewhat after Maha subtly stroked his arm and whispered in his ear. "It's OK. Not like that..." As both sisters grinned at him, he knew that he had no choice other than to agree. Half-heartedly, he tried to implore Maha to do the practising with her sister, but she firmly declined. "I'm not allowed to," she said rather cryptically.

"Mom don't allow me to do fighting stuff," Maryam explained to him. "After I broke my nose a few years ago. She made Maha promise never to practise with me. So she can't know - why we come to you and practise here." Both sisters stared at him, confident looks on their faces as he soon agreed to help, heading to his living room so they could clear some space.

To begin with, he showed Maryam some basic work from the guard, and building to side control escapes, finding ways of re-guarding from there. Wearing short, pilates-style shorts and a tight white sports top, Maha's younger sister was certainly very attractive. She had a more slender physique than Maha, not quite as toned but similarly petite. Wearing white ankle socks, Maryam turned on her heels quickly and was a quick learner, like her sister!

Soon enough, they were building up nicely and he demonstrated to Maryam an omoplata from guard - a submission he loved to use, although it might not be the most beginner-friendly, though with how quickly Maryam was learning, he had confidence in her ability to pick it up quickly. He did this by remaining in his guard, legs, slowly going through the motions, so that the technique was clearly modelled for her. Flipping positions, he was impressed with how firmly the eighteen-year-old applied it. For a moment, she moved her leg, so that her socked foot brushed against his face, as she attempted to shift her weight for the Z-seat. Immediately, he felt himself weaken, letting out a small gasp.

Both sisters giggled at this. Maryam grinned over at Maha and said something in Arabic, to which Maha rolled her eyes and firmly shook her head.

"No, Maryam..." She gave Sebastian a look as Maryam finally relinquished her hold and let him back up to his feet. "I told her beginners wear socks, yes?"

"Yes..." Sebastian caught on. This was his girlfriend's way of making sure that it would be only HER bare feet that he would be at the mercy of! Of course, Maha knew nothing of Frieda... Still, he appreciated this, even though he was admittedly intrigued by the eighteen year old's feet.

Maryam literally stamped her foot on the ground. "Lays eadlan... not fair! I do pilates barefoot!" However, his girlfriend was not going to compromise on this, which was probably for the best! The 'training' continued and after around an hour, Sebastian was totally spent. It was more tiring than he thought, demonstrating and then being on the receiving end of various basic holds, mostly because Maryam certainly didn't hold back much. It had also been a challenge to NOT get aroused, whenever Maryam's socked feet were near his face. The longer the session had gone on, the more sour the smell of her feet became; they had become pretty damp so that at one point, a couple of drops of her foot sweat actually dripped from her socks onto his forehead.

A good thing about this new 'project' was that it genuinely took his mind off Frieda, at least for a little while. After Maryam bid them farewell, wearing her traditional smirk as she waved goodbye, Maha eagerly led Sebastian to his bedroom.

"Something different," she sniffed, frowning as she looked around the room as he put on some Aphex Twin through his bluetooth speaker. She didn't seem to mind his music choices (unlike Rachel!). Her words suddenly registered; Sebastian had checked on his bedroom where Frieda had stared. It had been immaculate but he didn't think about the smell...

"Must be that new fabric softener," he casually replied, which seemed to satisfy his girlfriend. Thankfully, she moved on and had soon locked in a variation of a Gogoplata, extending the non-choking leg out so that her bare foot was firmly pressed onto his face, making the submission easy to escape for anyone who wasn't him at that moment... It was both painful and thrilling, as it always was 'losing' to her. Maha was getting seriously good, and she knew it! He didn't even last as long as 'The Beauty Of Being Numb' - the first track that he had played.

"You a good man. Helping my sister. You enjoy my feet - you can kiss..." He didn't need any more of an invitation and was soon placing rapid, eager kisses all over his girlfriend's bare feet. They tasted a little salty, which was certainly pleasant. As he puckered up, he couldn't help but think of Frieda's soles - how perfect and supple they felt... Still, this was his girlfriend; she was apparently happy to let him indulge in his foot fetish and there were no issues! Although they weren't as perfect as Frieda's they were not far off!

Thank goodness for the distractions with Maha, and now her sister, as without them, Sebastian would have undoubtedly been fantasising about Frieda's feet, even more so. On top of everything with Rachel's case against him, it was like his head would explode if he thought about it too much! Over the next week, they had exchanged a few messages - all of which were friendly, though there were the occasional references to feet from him, e.g. How are your feet doing today? Always happy to give another massage! To which she would reply... Aw, you're so cute! I really appreciate what a good friend you are! So thoughtful, thanks Seb!

Maybe she was just taunting him, hoping that he would break and declare his love for her. Every time he messaged her, he couldn't help but feel guilty, especially as things with Maha continued to develop. In their 'battles', he had promised he would last a full minute in one fully locked-in choke from her; after tapping out after just forty seconds, his 'punishment' was to have her wipe her sweaty feet all over his face. He loved every second of it, though at least on that occasion did not explode in his pants. Maha had been wary of this, after the incident in her bedroom, so they had found a rhythm of him getting aroused but avoiding rubbing in that 'area' to get him to climax. Part of this was frustrating, as with every foot-related experience, he was craving that release. His foot fetish - or however she saw it - was never discussed. Which again, had pros and cons. Could he be satisfied not quite exploring it with her?

Still, he couldn't resist messaging Frieda. There were occasions when he very nearly capitulated and found himself begging for a foot pi but managing to stop himself before sending anything. Partly because of how much Frieda seemed to like him as a 'friend' - she was so sweet and kind, that by surrendering to her again, it would be like letting her down. Also, things with Maha were going well and he was determined to be faithful to her.

Weeks began to fly by and Maryam was certainly progressing in her training. While she locked in an arm-bar on Sebastian, Maha walked over and subtly shifted her sister's legs, so that her socked feet were no longer pressed against his face. As usual, he had mixed feelings about this - Maryam's feet, although always socked, were certainly of interest to him. The more time he spent with her, the more he imagined how her bare feet would feel on his face. All of this, again, was very useful as a distraction for Sebastian. He'd met with his lawyer several times; things were far from simple and there was a hearing looming in several months. Essentially, everything was against him and it still bewildered him how obtuse the authorities were being. He had plenty against them - how they had mishandled everything, but things were not looking good for him. So anything to take his mind off this was much needed! Plus, Maryam was admittedly sexy and fun to be around him, even if she was still rather aloof with him. The way she looked at him reminded him slightly of Rachel's friend Heather; like he was beneath her.

Work was also becoming more regular for Sebastian. Proving to be effective and reliable in his evening and night-time security roles, he was promoted to work at other events and was actually earning a pretty decent amount, helping to slightly heal the financial wounds of how much everything with Rachel and the authorities in Austria had set him back. It was fairly modest but it helped boost his confidence, knowing that he was progressing.

"OK, I think you ready," Maha announced as the three of them enjoyed a coffee in his kitchen. Sebastian's Mom, although out that morning, had returned from her work trip, which made finding time for their sessions a little more challenging. She was due to be away again soon though, which both sisters were happy about, even though they got on well with his Mom.

"Tomorrow, we go to BJJ class, all three of us. I will phone them and add you," Maha continued to her sister, who excitedly replied with something in Arabic, to which Maryam nodded. Seb couldn't help but feel rather proud of Maryam, especially when she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, her bosoms pressed against his chest.

At the BJJ class, Sebastian enjoyed rolling with others; Maha had stayed true to her word to avoid sparring with him in the sessions, so as to avoid his embarrassment of always losing to her in public. It was during these late afternoon sessions that he really got to develop his technique, reminding himself that he was improving in certain areas, even though it was a bit galling that his girlfriend was making more rapid strides, thanks to the extra holds she was trying out in their 'battles' outside of the class on him. The way she took bigger, stronger opponents down was pretty awesome, to be fair.

Maryam seemed glad to be barefoot; moving with more ease than she had in his living room, she created better grip as she impressively took down a fellow newbie, locking in an armbar without any real care to avoid one of her bare soles pushing into her opponent's face. The guy, a young-ish looking bloke, looked rather humbled as he stood up, wincing as he walked away to take a seat, body and ego somewhat bruised. The session continued well for the three of them, all performing well and developing the techniques that the lead instructor demonstrated. After several minutes of a 'quick-fire' sparring, Sebastian suddenly found himself face-to-face with Maryam...

"I've beaten you before.... And I know my sis kicks your ass EVERY time," Maryam smirked at him as she attempted a sweep. He easily avoided this and held out a hand as if to warn her.

"Easy, Maryam," he said softly. "It's only your first proper session. No need to overdo it."

Maryam seemed to ignore this as she pressed forward, attempting to trip him. Again, he avoided this and was preparing for the safest way to subdue her when she suddenly grabbed his shoulder, dropped to the ground and, much to his shock, positioned her legs on either side of his waist to perform a scissor takedown. What the....! Surely, Maryam must've known this move was illegal and he was genuinely taken aback when the motion from her strong legs forced him onto his back. They certainly had never worked much on takedowns during their private training in his home and especially not this one in particular, so this bewildered him. Thankfully, he was able to take the fall somewhat gracefully and although shocked, he had no injuries to report. Maryam laughed as she mounted him, trying to lock up an arm-bar on him as well - which he had figured by now was the favourite submission of both Lebanese sisters. Sebastian, however, kept his arms away from her grips as he looked up, still not sure what to say to her after that dangerous manoeuvre she had pulled.

"Give up arm," she hissed at him as he pulled her close, locking his arms behind her head and holding her tight to prevent her from doing anything to him. He was scanning the room for Maha but she appeared to be busy sparring with a guy herself, seeming quite happy as she tried to work her way out from his guard. Though her attempts seemed half-hearted at best. Surely, she was better than this? His thoughts were quickly interrupted as Maryam continued hissing into his ear, "I know how make you weak. In front of all people..."

He wanted to respond but before he could, Maryam had rather harshly put both of her hands onto his face, pushing his head into the ground and herself away from him, making him release his grip behind her head. This was starting to piss him off now but it only got worse as he saw her lift her hips up a bit, bringing a foot forward and towards his face. Seb knew he had to get out of there quickly, to avoid whatever she was planning on doing to him.

He finally shot himself forward, almost flipping Maryam over and getting a grip on her back. He didn't hold it too tight, as he attempted to calm Maryam down, but she turned over so that now she was in his guard, wildly trying to break free. It became clear to Sebastian that she wasn't planning on making this rolling session useful for both of them but rather was doing everything in her power to win against him! Getting tired of this, he capitalized on her lack of control and locked in a triangle choke, although he didn't finish it. He was still square in front of her, not getting an angle and not locking it in tightly either. Confident as he saw her thrashing uselessly before going still, seemingly exhausted, he began speaking: "Maryam...you need to calm down. You're here to learn, not kill people." Surely, she would relent sooner than later.

Her dark eyes narrowed as they glared at him, clearly not impressed. He sighed and kept his hold tight enough to prevent her from pulling back or up to get out of it. Then, he noticed her trying to work her other arm back into his guard to break the choke. Initially, he almost smiled at this, knowing that he had her locked up too tight for her to get anything but her hand back in. However, this confidence was abruptly killed when Maryam's hand found its way onto his crotch and got a tight grip there. He didn't know what to be more shocked by - the fact that this feisty girl was so unwilling to even consider calming down a bit that she decided to use another completely illegal move, or the pain that shot through his body, reminding him of the time Rachel's small, soft hand had completely dominated his manhood.

So, with that memory in mind, the pain in his crotch wasn't exactly unpleasant. Maryam's fingers squeezed a little harder as he let out a gasp of pain. Meeting her eyes, he started to feel his resolve weaken; perhaps it would be best to release her now, call it quits - even if that would mean technically being unable to defeat a rookie! Meeting her eyes, he felt even less confident when he saw that smug, gloating expression on her face. "I better than you... I win!" She purred, putting a little more pressure onto his nether regions.

Was he really going to allow her to defeat him this way?!

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