u/Athena_Castelli

(Femdom Code – Extract 2)
Extract 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1vsknl4/my_life_at_her_feet_m30f27_femdom_foot_worship/

Athena has always been my weakness.

When I met her two years ago at a party, her charisma and breathtaking beauty struck me like lightning.

I stammered my name while introducing myself, as her scent of vanilla and something expensive hit me straight in the stomach.

She’s 27 years old. Old enough to be a confident woman who knows exactly what she wants, but still young enough to be bold and full of life.

Emerald green eyes, jet-black hair, and the body of an absolute top model — which she is.

Her intelligence and self-awareness, mixed with a good dose of spontaneity, have always made her the undisputed queen of any group she’s part of.

She had recently returned to Milan after a long Erasmus stay in Barcelona, where she had studied foreign languages and literature and had all kinds of experiences.

She had already been working in the fashion industry for years and had hordes of followers and admirers.

By pure chance, I had gotten into the habit of going out with some colleagues for after-work aperitivo in a very trendy spot, where she would occasionally appear as well.

Every guy seemed desperate to meet her.

Just by observing her and exchanging a few occasional words, I found myself increasingly spellbound.

Even her closest friends seemed to adore her and treat her like a true Goddess.

During that period, our social circles started overlapping more and more — helped by a relationship between one of my colleagues and one of her friends. This gave me the chance to see her often and realize just how extraordinary she really was.

She had a high-level modeling career, nearly a hundred thousand followers on Instagram, and an exuberant, unconventional personality.

I was stunned and utterly captivated by her success, and I desperately wanted to know more about her.

I would spend hours scrolling through her social media profiles, zooming in on every photo like a desperate man.

That’s how I discovered she spent her weekdays doing photo shoots and videos all over the place, while her weekends were almost always spent traveling or having fun with her friends.

She was a career woman — the kind who goes hard and earns a lot.

We had very little in common, and my chances were even slimmer.

In my awkward shyness, I often tried to offer her a drink or something to eat, just as an excuse to spend a few seconds talking to her.

Athena, with her natural boldness, would accept and thank me with a smile, only to go straight to a table and enjoy herself with other people.

She was clearly very used to these approaches from adoring doormats and knew exactly how to handle them — with elegance and detachment.

I couldn’t even feel bad about it, because I already understood how obvious it was: a Goddess like her would never waste her time on someone like me.

To be clear, I’m not an unattractive guy or a lost cause, but with a woman like her, I never stood a chance.

Despite this awareness, the fascination and attraction she exerted on me always made me try to interact with her.

In the two years since I first met her, I’ve always followed her around like a little puppy, without ever being truly noticed by this superior woman.

Whenever we met in a group, I would hang on her every word and probably looked like the classic lovestruck loser.

Athena, on the other hand, was in a completely different league when it came to charm. She dated the hottest guys in the city and was always involved with confident, assertive men outside the circle I knew.

Everyone started laughing at my crush on her. Meanwhile, she barely even noticed me, jumping from one guy to another — all much more talented and attractive than me — and only giving me a quick hello when our paths crossed.

I can’t even say how much I spent on gifts, attention, and care that I showered on her, never once reciprocated.

However, after a very long period of complete indifference toward me, perhaps intrigued by my constant and obvious adoration and reverence, she finally agreed to go out to dinner alone with me — just as friends.

Needless to say, I took her to one of the best restaurants in the city and paid for everything — champagne included — without batting an eye.

She clearly wasn’t interested in my company or my feelings. In fact, she often got distracted, texting someone else on her phone and treating me with casual indifference.

Unfortunately, it was clear to me that she didn’t see me as a guy on her level, and she — strict but honest — didn’t bother hiding it.

I could see the guys she kissed or dated. They were in a completely different league than me. She herself was in a different league.

In fact, it even happened that, in front of our mutual acquaintances, she would make fun of me and snub me, enjoying treating me with casual disdain.

However, my persistence in trying to please her and the shameless generosity I showed her probably intrigued her enough to grant me that tiny bit of her attention.

And so, about once every two weeks — always only when she had time — this luxurious dinner at my expense would repeat itself, for which I showed her a lot of gratitude.

On the other days, it was rare for her to even find the time to reply to a text message, but for me it was already a great satisfaction just like that.

Walking into a restaurant and sitting at a table with her made me feel like I was on cloud nine.

Of course, our outings were limited to the restaurant stop at my expense, followed by quick goodbyes.

I would pick her up at home or wherever she wanted and take her back on time, without ever daring to ask for anything — neither before nor after.

Athena, cheerful and carefree, treated me lightly — telling me about her life while showing little interest in what I had to say.

I couldn’t even tell half an anecdote that could compare to her life stories.

For me, the highlight of the month was precisely that dinner with her. Athena, on the other hand, had often just returned from a photoshoot in Monte Carlo or Paris and was already bored sitting at the restaurant with me.

I still tried to play my chances as best I could, so it came naturally to me to always show up with an expensive gift in hopes of winning her approval.

Pleased, she would hug me, thanking me tenderly and giving me a caress — the way one does with a good dog — or at most planting a friendly kiss on my cheek.

It often happened that she would confide some of her wishes to me — like a new pair of shoes or a trendy dress — only to have them gifted to her the following week at our next meeting.

Not that she needed my money — that was obvious. But if a guy wants to make you happy and gives you gifts, why not accept them?

I figured I probably wasn’t the only one trying to win her heart this way, but I didn’t care. I would have done anything to win her over.

Every time, I dreamed the evening would end with us in bed, wrapped around each other, making love all night long. I tried to play my cards perfectly, saving my best form and energy just for her.

Instead, I always ended up empty-handed, drooling just to catch a little more of her scent, and I’d spend the whole week completely lost, daydreaming about her with my eyes open.

What usually happened during our meetings was that this Goddess of beauty and exuberance would tell me about her adventures and the hot fucks she had with other guys.

She confided in me with total naturalness, never caring if it hurt my feelings.

I think she enjoyed watching my expression darken as she described every detail of her nights with her men.

I listened, trying to smile. It was painful… but also incredibly exciting. I felt lucky just to hear those stories, even if I could never be part of them.

The truth is, Athena had always seen me only as a harmless little doormat — someone to use when she was bored, with no real interest in deepening anything with me.

She liked keeping me in my place as her devoted admirer, but never giving me anything more.

Meanwhile, I kept deluding myself that I had a chance to win her over, melting at her feet with every encounter.

To be continued...

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