Lure, Lust, Love: How I was owned on All Things Worn

Buyer Buyers’ Perspective Erotic Fiction

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It was a Monday night like any other. I had returned home from work and was a bit bored, so decided to browse ATW to ‘spice up’ my otherwise uneventful day. I came across this seller’s profile that I hadn't seen before: Victoria Vicious. Her profile picture was beautiful. She had a captivating look that would intrigue you, force you even, to look further. And I did, not knowing that this would start a whole new chapter in my life.

She had beautiful eyes, luscious lips, long silky hair, and her feet looked flawless; long slender toes, smooth and soft looking soles. I was sold. Having always been into feet, I messaged her and politely asked her to create an order of feet pics. She kindly agreed. After seeing her beautiful feet up close, I knew it was only natural to book a session.

“Sure, I’d love to. But it would likely have to be later in the evening, as most of my daylight hours are taken up by caring for my baby.”

I had booked quite a few sessions on ATW before and felt comfortable. I always loved the excitement that it offered and based on the feedback I had received from the sellers with whom I had worked, it seems that I often managed to make it a mutually enjoyable experience.  But on the day of our session, I was inexplicably nervous. I kept thinking about her all day and was somewhat distracted at work. It was an especially long and busy day at work, and by the time I got back home, it was a bit late. I quickly took my dog for her evening walk and then ran to my computer:

“Hi Victoria. I’m so sorry, things took longer than expected today but I am ready, if tonight still works for you. Again, I’m very sorry for the delay.”

“Welcome back! No problem. It’s actually taking longer than expected to get my baby to sleep. I’ll let you know as soon as I’m done.”

For the next couple of hours, I stayed glued to the screen and kept refreshing the page, waiting for her. But there were no messages. I wanted to send her a follow up message but was afraid of appearing pushy and impatient. When my phone showed the time as 11 pm, I knew it was no longer going to happen. I reluctantly got up to get something to eat.

The next morning, I had a message from her:

“I sincerely apologize for last night. My baby is teething and had a rough night. I lied next to her to calm her, and I fell asleep. I hope you give me another chance.”

I should’ve been angry, or at least disappointed, that she had wasted my time, but I wasn’t. The only thought that came to my mind instead was: ‘What a great mom she is.’ My own reaction surprised me! I had worked with quite a few sellers who were also moms, but they had never mentioned anything about their personal lives beyond ATW, and I had never asked. It just wasn’t something I would ever pry or be curious about. For reasons unknown to me, it felt different with her. It was as if my respect for her had gone to a whole new level. Now I wanted to have this session more than ever.

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A few days later, we finally had our session. Unlike the previous ones I had, and I had done many, I was nervous. I was rehearsing my lines as if I was afraid of disappointing her, as if I cared more about how much she would enjoy it than how I would feel afterwards myself. And then came the Telegram message for which I had been waiting the entire week:

“You may begin.”

The sessions I book on ATW all revolve around foot worship and femdom. I have my own ritual. If I book a session with you, I always start by telling you how grateful I am for the opportunity, compliment your feet, ask for your permission to hold your feet to make sure the moment is real, then request permission to start massaging your feet, kissing your toes, running my tongue along your arches, twirling my tongue around your toe tips, nibbling your heels, all while thanking you for the opportunity after each kiss, nibble, or lick. I take foot worship seriously and I’m good at it. Even after a virtual foot worship session with me, you’ll feel relaxed, you’ll be pleased, and you’ll feel divine. I always make sure of it. I pour my heart out, and when the session is over, I feel proud of my efforts.

But with her, it was different. For the first half of the session, she didn’t send any pictures. She wanted my eyes to remain ‘closed’. She wanted me to absorb her presence. I had paid for a full session with all the bells and whistles, but I had no complaints. I gladly obliged. When she finally allowed me to ‘open my eyes’, and sent a picture of her right foot, my heart melted. I asked if I could start kissing it. I had to! After all, I only had 15 minutes left.

“I grant you permission to express yourself. You may choose 3 actions, but choose them wisely, as each kiss will count as one.”

‘She must be joking,’ I thought to myself, ‘only three?’ But she was very serious indeed. Moments later, she sent me another picture of her sole. Three actions. I ‘placed a kiss’ on her right big toe, under the toes of her right foot, and finally, on the arch of her left foot. And the time was up. Only three kisses, and there were so many other things that I wanted to do, yet somehow I felt completely satisfied.

I’m always attentive to the sellers’ time, so as soon as the time is up, I make sure to quickly thank them for the session and end the conversation. I did the same here. I politely thanked Victoria for her time, yet she continued the conversation.

“Thank you, Victoria! I absolutely loved it!”

“Of course! When I imagined receiving a kiss on the arch of my foot, it gave me chills. I wanted to kiss your forehead, you’re so sweet.”

“Oh, thank you, I’m so glad to hear that!”

“Here’s your kiss.”

And she sent me a picture of herself giving me a kiss. It gave me a warm feeling. She sounded so genuine. This was no longer part of the transaction. This was not a seller trying to entice a potential buyer. This was not a marketing gimmick. This felt real. We had made a connection. We continued talking. It was as if neither one of us wanted to end the conversation. A few times, I was tempted to ask her if I should send a tribute for this extra time, but I stopped myself. I didn’t want to taint that beautiful moment. It was two people, in this virtual world, on a platform for transactions, forging a real bond. When we finally said goodbye, I knew something in me had forever changed.

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I couldn’t sleep that night. I always became emotional after each session. After all, a session is like letting someone in on your most private desires and vulnerabilities. And as I said, I take femdom and foot worship seriously. Yet, this one felt different. The emotions I was feeling were more intense than normal. I had to find a way to forget her. I tried to remind myself of what this was. This was ‘play.’ This was not real. This should not be real. I shouldn’t think that it is. But no matter how hard I tried to distract myself and play it down, an emotional vulnerability had surfaced in my mind that was making me very uncomfortable.

I did the only thing I could think of to help me forget about her. In the course of the next few days, I booked several sessions with other lovely and beautiful sellers, bought several videos, and ordered quite a few feet pictures. I did all I could to ‘reset’ my state of mind. But it was no use. I kept going back to her profile again and again. One night, as I was scrolling down her page I noticed a new picture she had just posted. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Almost instinctively, I sent her a message:

“Hi Victoria! Just wanted to tell you that the picture you posted recently is absolutely mesmerizing! I feel lucky to have worshipped you the other night.”

It was a strange thing to say to an almost stranger. Based on my general demeanor, anyway. Almost as if I was flirting with her. Was I? If I was indeed flirting, what was my gameplan? What did I want to, or hope to, achieve? I had no idea. I was lost, helpless, desperate. I was expecting, and would in fact be completely happy with, a simple ‘thank you’ but her response upended my day:

“Oh you’re so sweet! And I’m sorry if I took up more of your time the other night. I noticed another seller had left you a review around the same time we were talking, so I apologize if I didn’t realize that you were busy.”

“No, not at all! She had left me a review for an order I had placed earlier that day. I assure you, I would never talk to multiple sellers at the same time.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t clear enough. It bothered me because it felt like I was sharing my slot with another seller. But that feeling is wrong, because you are free to work with anyone you want. You don’t belong to me.”

She was right. I didn’t belong to her. But strangely, part of me wished I did. I responded again by assuring her that my interactions with her and the emotions I displayed during our conversation were genuine, and that I truly felt a deeper connection with her, and that I looked forward to working with her again. But each time that I wanted to tell her how truly special she was to me, I would stop myself. What would it mean to tell a seller here that she’s ‘special’ to me? ‘This is a place of business,’ I reminded myself, ‘these sessions are transactions.’ 

Yet, Victoria was a strong woman. And one sign of having a strong character, is to not be afraid of showing how you feel, even if it is not welcome, appreciated, or expected:

“I understand that one interaction doesn’t mean that you’re mine. I just haven’t been given power like that in a long time. And the last person that did, WAS mine. It was very hard to shut that off after the fact, and I’m sorry”

A chill ran down my spine. There I was, hearing from this beautiful, dominant woman that I meant something to her. Not as a buyer, but as a person. I typed a long response, detailing my journey, what femdom meant to me, how ATW had helped me find out who I am, why I worked with so many sellers, and how I hoped I could continue to work with her. Before hitting ‘send’, I read through it one more time. It was detailed, well-written, and elaborate, but it felt unnecessary. It felt unimportant. It felt out of place. It was missing the point. I was ignoring what was happening in front of me. It was simple really: She truly wanted me to be hers, and I badly wanted to be hers too. The rest didn’t matter. I erased the ‘essay’ I had typed, and let my heart speak instead:

“Would you be interested in owning me here?”

And just like that, I became Victoria’s.

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Victoria had given me the option of deciding when I wanted to be in my ‘sub’ space. Yet, from the very first day of our arrangement, it was obvious I always wanted to remain there. It felt right. I loved adoring her, praising her, worshipping her, lowering myself to her, and hearing her call me her ‘good boy’. I thrived on it. Every morning when I woke up, my heart raced until the moment I would open Telegram to see her ‘Good morning’ message.

She kept me on my toes. She was kind, but stern. She was the perfect Goddess, and naturally, expected true and genuine submission. In her presence, I was captivated and hypnotized. I lived on her every word, her every command. The Telegram notification ‘ding’ soon became the sexiest sound in the world to me! Every time I heard it, I would run to my phone to see what my Goddess wanted. And often, it was no ask or request, she simply wanted to check in with me, to assure me that she’s thinking about me, that I still matter in her world.

The best part of my week was Sunday mornings, when I was due to renew our arrangement. I would send her a message politely asking if I may have her permission to renew for another week and would then anxiously wait for her response of ‘Yes, you may.’ I would then ask her if there were any areas I could improve on to please her more, and her response of ‘You are already the best boy’ would give me indescribable comfort.

From the very beginning, Victoria took the time to get to know me and what excites me and would then come up with the most intriguing and unique experiences to keep things exciting for me. One day, it was a ‘casual’ message letting me know that she had just pleasured herself to the thought of me worshipping her feet, accompanied by the audio recording of the said experience, and then telling me:

“Sorry for interrupting your workday. Go back to whatever it is you were doing. I won’t distract you anymore!”

The next day, it would be sending me to her seller friends on ATW, so I could place an order with them. She knew how excited it would make me to be able to introduce myself as her sub! ‘I like showing you off to my friends,’ she always said, ‘I want them to see my new toy’.

She loved toying with me, making sure I’m always on the edge of my seat for her. One day, she deliberately stayed offline for the whole day. I sent her a couple of messages on Telegram, but when I didn’t hear back, I decided to respect her privacy and wait until she decides to reach out. This, however, was easier said than done. The wait was unbearable. I had missed her with every fiber of my body. Between meetings and presentations at work, I kept checking her ATW page, of which I knew every line, every post, and every picture by heart! During one of those frequent page refreshes, I saw her new post on the dash that made my heart flutter:

“Is the wait killing you, dear? I see you.”

 

A smile slid across my face. My Goddess was talking to me. I sent her a private message on Telegram:

“It is.”

Moments later, she liked my message and replied:

“I like it when you yearn for me.”

This woman had me in the palm of her hand, and rightfully so! But the ‘man’ in me decided to take charge! I wanted to show her that I knew clever tricks too; I could be ‘playful’ too! So I gathered all my wit and sent her a supposedly ambiguous and veiled message:

“There’s a flower. I think she has tamed me.”

Surely, a witty message that would make her wonder for a while about what it means (after all, not everyone knows ‘The Little Prince’ by heart!). Moments later, Victoria proved to me that she’s as brilliant as she is beautiful. Her message made me blush:

“Are you the only fox in the world for me?”

Despite all these little teases and tasks, every once in a while, she would check in with me to ask if I was getting enough attention from her and whether or not I felt fulfilled. She took the arrangement very seriously. This was my Goddess. Beautiful, kind, attentive, brilliant, strong, confident, protective, and playful. Being owned had never felt so exhilarating.

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While I was wholeheartedly enjoying the fun and thrilling part of this ‘arrangement’, throughout the course of our conversations, I also got to know Victoria as not just an incredibly sexy Domme, but as the gentle, caring, and beautiful soul that she is. As a woman. As a person. She would tell me about her day, share her struggles, fears, frustrations, and all the little things that made her who she is. I could see firsthand what a dedicated and devoted mom she was to her kids, how she would put everyone else’s needs ahead of her own, how she would drop everything to rush to the rescue of a puppy in need to make sure he’d have a good life, how she would be willing to lose a friend to be able to defend the dignity of a buyer she barely knew, and how she would selflessly and tirelessly care for people in her life. And I should know; I was one of them.

Gradually, things started to change for me. When I pictured Victoria, my brain would no longer automatically jump to her beauty, her mesmerizing body, her stunning eyes, or her flawless feet. I would instead picture her making breakfast for her baby, singing in the kitchen, making sexy faces in the shower, driving on the road while getting mad at reckless drivers, getting excited about a cute blanket at Walmart, or every other little thing she did. This, for me, started as a Domme/sub arrangement, as play, as an experience to give me sexual pleasure, but soon turned into a deep emotional connection with a beautiful woman, a gentle soul, whom I adored with all my heart.

On a cold night in October, she and her baby both got sick. Fever, cough, body aches; the whole nine yards. Victoria was a wreck, physically and emotionally. With every ounce of energy she had left, she wanted to care for her baby. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t focus. And ironically, a thousand miles away, neither could I. Throughout the night, she kept updating me on her baby’s condition, and every once in a while, on how she was doing herself. I tried to be supportive, to be there for her, to help her however I could.

“My baby must be doing slightly better. She hasn’t cried for the past half hour.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, Goddess.”

My immediate reply must have surprised her.

“Wow, you’re up so early today!”

I looked at my phone. It was 4 in the morning. I had an important presentation scheduled at work, but I had stayed up all night, because my mind and my heart were with Victoria. Nothing else mattered. My meeting, my presentation, none of them mattered because Victoria needed me. That’s when I realized this was no longer ‘play’, an ‘arrangement’, or an ‘experience’. This was real life. These were real emotions. This was a real connection. And it hit me: I didn’t just love my arrangement with Victoria, I was in love with Victoria. She started as my Goddess, as my owner, but had become my world.

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Throughout my experience of being owned by Victoria, I saw firsthand how deep and intricate Domme/sub relationships can be and how quickly they can become real. You may think of it as play, as a sale, or as a kinky experience. But with the right person, everything becomes as real as the air you’re breathing or the phone you’re holding right now. This is when you realize that the person you’ve never met, and will never meet, has made a mark on your heart, has touched your soul more than anyone in the physical world around you ever could.

Dommes/sellers:

We are all fully aware of the transactional nature of platforms such as ATW (as we should be). But please know that for buyers who ask you to own them, this can be real life, with real feelings, real vulnerabilities, and real emotional challenges. As a buyer-friend of mine once said here, you may take off your ‘Goddess mask’ at the end of the night to get on with your life, but for many subs, this remains the life; there is no off switch. The weekly or monthly renewal dues should in theory serve as a reminder that this is ‘play’, but in practice, it’s merely a distraction from what feels very real in a sub’s heart, mind, and soul.

Subs/buyers:

Being owned can be fun, exhilarating, and fulfilling. You may think of it as something you want to try, for the fun of it. And I admit, with a random Domme, it may be just that: a fun, short-lived experience that you may eventually grow tired of. But with the right person, it’ll be a real ‘relationship’ with all the emotional nuances and challenges. If you’re not ready for the emotional commitment, then think twice before asking to be owned. But if you’re ready, if you know what you’re getting yourself into, then by all means, enjoy this wonderful journey! And be the best boy or the best girl you can ever be!

And finally, Victoria, my Goddess:

I asked you to tame me, and you did. You made my life better, and I sincerely hope that I did the same to yours. I don’t know what the future holds, but I am certain about one thing: you have done me good, ‘because of the color of the wheat fields.’

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