Mistress took me by the hand, led me to lounge and pointed to the floor in front of the sofa. I obediently dropped to my knees, while she sat down in front of me and removed her top. Underneath she was wearing a very sexy and expensive bra that made her already gorgeous breasts look even more desirable. She was also wearing a short leather skirt and some super-slutty shoes that showed off her incredibly sexy feet to perfection.
“You know what today is don’t you slave?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied. “It’s ‘Selection Day’.”
“That’s right. How many months has it been now?”
“Four Mistress.”
“Four… and you’ve given me the same answer every single time haven’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied somewhat bashfully.
She regarded me with an amused smile.
“It must be killing you that you haven’t seen my incredible breasts for four months…”
“It is Mistress. I absolutely hate it.”
“Do you slave?” she chuckled.
“Yes Mistress, truly I do.”
“I bet you do slave… but sadly for you I still find it amusing, and until I tire of this game we will continue to play it. Besides, you have the opportunity to do something about it today, don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied ruefully.
Mistress leaned back and extended her arms out to the sides, resting them on the back of the sofa and presenting her delectable breasts.
“Just imagine slave, all you have to do is say the word, this bra comes off and you get to jerk your cock and spray your cum all over them…”
She looked down at me, enjoying every second of this.
“…and then lick them clean, of course. I know how much you love that part.”
Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze. She was right, I did love it. I loved any physical interaction with Mistress’s amazing body, even if it meant swallowing my own cum.
“On the other hand… you could choose the same thing you’ve chosen for the last four months. And what is that slave?”
“Your beautiful feet Mistress.”
“That’s right, and of course if you do choose my feet (again) you know what that means too don’t you?”
“I have to ruin my orgasm Mistress.”
“That’s right slave, a genius little caveat of mine I’m sure you’ll agree…”
“Yes Mistress,” I said dejectedly.
Mistress noted my downbeat reply and countered…
“Well how was I to know slave? I naturally assumed you would alternate every month and get to enjoy a proper orgasm each time. If anything I was wondering how I was going to finesse the rules of the game in future to prevent you doing exactly that. But I guess I underestimated just how much you adore my feet…”
“You did Mistress. Totally.”
Honestly I don’t think Mistress underestimated my lust for her perfect feet, I think she knew full well that I would choose them again and again, which is precisely why she included the rule that says I only get a proper orgasm when I switch.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as foot obsessed as you…” Mistress opined. “I mean I know my feet are incredibly sexy, but to give up these luscious breasts for four months in a row, that’s really quite incredible.”
I stared down at Mistress’s perfect feet, still encased in her expensive, slutty shoes. When I get near them I feel almost dizzy; they cast some kind of spell on me and all I can think about is kissing them, touching them and cumming on them. I know Mistress doesn’t understand it and it makes me feel self conscious because I know it’s weird that I love them so much, but I simply can’t help it.
“Are you listening to me slave? Or are you off in your own little world again, thinking about my perfect feet?”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied absently.
Mistress chuckled softly and lifted her right foot straight out, the sole right in front of my face.
“Kiss it slave.”
I leaned forward a touch and pressed my lips to the base of her platform sole.
“Good slave. Now was that a kiss goodbye I wonder? Surely it must have been… or are you really that obsessed with my feet that you’d choose yet another ruined orgasm on my feet over an explosive orgasm over my magnificent breasts?”
I looked at her desperately, the choice for me was obvious, but at the same time, she had a good point.
“And just so we’re clear slave, there’s no trickery involved here. I promise if you chose my breasts this time you will be allowed to touch and kiss them regularly throughout the month. Not every day, obviously… but at least three times per week. How does that sound?”
“Wonderful Mistress.”
It did sound wonderful, almost nothing would make me happier than to spend the next month worshipping my amazing Mistress’s luscious breasts. But knowing that meant I wouldn’t be allowed to even SEE, never mind touch or kiss, her perfect feet for the same period, was absolutely killing me.
“Kiss the other one slave.”
Mistress dropped her right foot and lifted her left so that the sole of that one was now presented to my mouth. I obeyed without question.
“So surely we have a winner then slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” I replied non-committally.
“Excellent… but before you reveal your answer, I just wanted to remind you of something… which is that if you ever make the same choice five times in a row, then you immediately activate the ‘lock-in’. Do you know what that means slave?”
“No Mistress.”
“Perhaps I never told you… my humble apologies for that oversight slave,” she said with mock sincerity. “The ‘lock-in’ means that should you choose my feet for a fifth month in succession, that automatically locks you in for the following month as well.”
I exhaled in frustration, realising that meant I wasn’t just committing myself to a ruined orgasm today but also next month as well (assuming that meant I still got a ruined orgasm next month of course). The only way to avoid that was to switch, but I just couldn’t do it. I had to hold firm, no matter what Mistress threw at me.
“I should also remind… or perhaps ‘tell’ you that, in the event that you stick with one choice for the whole year, that choice then becomes ‘permanent’, with no possibility of reversal. Unless I decide to reverse it, of course… but I’m sure it won’t come to that, will it slave?”
I honestly couldn’t answer that question. Logically it made no sense to allow it to happen, but as there was no way of getting around it other than sacrificing access to Mistress’s gorgeous feet for a whole month I simply couldn’t even contemplate considering it. At least not yet.
“I see that perhaps you are wavering slave, and I want to be clear on that point. If your choice becomes permanent, not only will you be locked into that for as long as it pleases me, that also means that every orgasm you have until I decide otherwise will be ruined. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” I croaked, mildly appalled at the casual cruelty of what she was suggesting.
Mistress lowered her foot until it was just a few inches off the floor.
“Perhaps you would like to worship my pretty feet once more before you make your choice? Maybe it will help you come to a considered decision, one that you can be happy with for the next thirty, or possibly 60 days…?”
“Yes please Mistress,” I breathed.
“Move a little closer,” she said, lifting her right foot.
I reached up and supported her gorgeous foot while I kissed all over her toes, ankle and shoe.
“Good slave, you love that so much don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I mumbled into the side of her sandal.
“Maybe you should suck my heel a little too…”
She straightened her leg out and I moved so that I could access her heel.
“That’s it, suck on it like you’d suck a cock slave…”
I grunted softly, deeply embarrassed by the effect her words had on me.
Mistress had me suck her heel for a while and then told me to take her shoe off. I carefully undid the buckle and gently slid the shoe off of her delicate foot. The sight of it makes me feel weak every single time. It’s as intoxicating as it is pathetic.
“Look at that enticing foot slave, you worship that don’t you?”
“Yes Mistress, your feet are so beautiful.”
“I know slave, they are like a religion to you aren’t they?”
“Yes Mistress, they are.”
I supported her foot as I kissed it all over again, now with the shoe out of the way I could suck on each toe individually, something Mistress seemed to enjoy.
“I never get tired of watching you do that,” she said. “It makes me so happy to know how much pleasure you get just from worshipping my feet. It makes me feel even more sexy and powerful than I already know I am.”
“Thank you Mistress,” I moaned, genuinely pleased and proud that I was making her feel good about herself.
Mistress allowed me the privilege of worshipping her sexy foot for some time before eventually taking it away and starting the whole procedure again with the other one, including having me suck her heel.
While she was observing me, she would occasionally prompt me to continue.
“That’s it slave, keep sucking those pretty toes you love so much.”
Or…
“Don’t forget about my heels slave, I want every part of my beautiful feet worshipped properly.”
After some time she pulled her foot away and reached up and undid her necklace. She slipped the key to my chastity cage off it and motioned for me to come closer.
“I’m going to unlock you now slave, and then you will have to give me your answer. Okay?”
“Thank you Mistress.”
She bent down and slid the key into the lock and then started freeing my cock from its prison. Once she had removed it completely she gave my cock a little rub and then straightened back up again and looked down at me pityingly.
“You may stroke your cock now slave.”
“Thank you Mistress,” I groaned as I enjoyed the fleeting touch of her fingers, the first time in a month….
“I adore how much you love my feet slave, it’s so… devotional, isn’t it?”
“Yes Mistress, I worship them completely.”
“You do don’t you… even when they kick and hurt you.”
I couldn’t deny it, the sensation of her feet kicking me or crushing my cock and balls was electrifying.
“When I grind them into your poor swollen balls, or kick them with my lovely sandals on?”
“Yes Mistress,” my voice was ragged now.
“Your cock is so hard slave, I love seeing it like that… especially knowing what makes it like that.”
I was stroking quite rapidly now.
“I think you’d do just about anything for my feet. You love them, you worship them, even when they bring you pain. You're a complete footslut aren’t you? You'll do anything I say as long as you get to worship my perfect feet, won’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” my voice was little more than a whisper.
“Edge for me slave.”
I stroked my cock right to the edge and told Mistress I was there.
“Stop,” she barked. “Take your hand away.”
I removed my hand and dropped it by my side exactly as I had been taught, so long ago.
“Well slave, this has been lovely, but now it’s time to make your choice. Do you have an answer for me?”
“Yes Mistress, but… first could I ask a question?”
“Of course slave, what is it?”
“It’s just, I wanted to clarify… if the lock-in is activated, do I still get a ruined orgasm in the second month?”
Mistress smiled mischievously…
“Ah, well done slave… a little loophole perhaps. But yes, I’m not trying to trick you, my game is tricky enough, especially for a devoted footslut like you. So yes slave, you will still be released and allowed a ruin in the second month if that’s what you choose.”
“Thank you Mistress,” I sighed, relieved but left wondering if I would have received the same answer on the last day of the following month had I not asked now.
“Anything else you want to ask me?” enquired Mistress.
“No Mistress… I’m ready.”
“Good slave. I feel like I know what your answer is going to be, but I’m going to ask anyway… are you going to choose my gorgeous breasts this month and stroke yourself to a wonderful, explosive orgasm, or are you going to choose a fifth ruin just so you can keep kissing, touching and worshipping my pretty feet for another two months?”
“I’m going to stick with your beautiful, sexy feet Mistress,” I replied without a second’s hesitation.
Mistress chuckled to herself.
“As if there was ever any doubt slave… you really are the most devoted footslut a Mistress could ever ask for, aren’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Very well then, it’s time for you to enjoy your one release of the month. You may stroke your cock to the edge again slave.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
I curled my fingers around my cock again and started to stroke, not too fast, but not so slow that Mistress would get annoyed with me for ‘dragging it out’. I knew to my cost what Mistress considered a reasonable stroking period and she wouldn’t hesitate to delete my release if she thought I was trying to play her for a fool.
As I stroked, Mistress continued to tease me, which in itself help push me closer and closer to my inevitably ruined orgasm.
“I hope those balls have been churning all month for me slave, I want there to be a huge load for you to lick up and swallow.”
I grunted loudly as I thought about all the creamy jizz that I would soon be licking off of her amazing feet.
“My feet look even prettier with your hot, sticky cum all over them don’t they?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Which tastes better slave, proper cum on my breasts or ruined cum on my feet?”
Before I could answer I felt my balls starting to tighten.
“I’m close Mistress!”
“Ruin it slave, ruin it all over my exquisite feet… that’s it.”
I let go a second before the first rope of cum half-heartedly spurted from the tip of my cock and onto Mistress’s instep. After that, my cock pulsed and my cum oozed out slowly, dripping onto and between her alluring toes. As expected there was quite a lot and once Mistress was completely certain that the sensitivity of my ruin was past she rubbed my cock with her feet to get every last drop milked out of me and spread over every inch of her wondrous feet.
She held her right foot up to my mouth and I leaned forward to start the clean up.
“You really are such a slut for my feet aren't you? I wonder if you'll ever choose to cum hard again...”
Even if the question hadn’t been rhetorical I couldn’t have given her a definite answer.
Mistress watched me as I fervently licked and sucked her divine feet, then took the opportunity to twist the knife still further.
“Well slave, you made your choice… feet it is for another two months. I hope you’re happy with that?”
“Yes Mistress,” I moaned between licks.
“Good slave… and don’t waste too much time worrying about my breasts; Ash is popping over later, I’m sure he’ll spend plenty of time squeezing them, sucking them and pinching my nipples just the way I like it... and he’s bound to leave a present inside me for you too, so really we’re both winners… aren’t we?”
As I continued my task I pictured Mistress’s well-hung lover pounding her and filling her pussy with cum, while mauling her magnificent breasts.
“Yes Mistress.”
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