My name is Rob and I was born, live and work in the UK. Most of my day to day work is office based, but occasionally I have to go out in a car somewhere and today was one of those days. I had 2-3 hours of driving to do, with only a couple of stops in between and as usual when I am driving, my unoccupied mind drifted to thinking about my gorgeous Mistress. I was already heading up the motorway when I started to think about her beautiful feet and the more I thought about them the more I felt my cock getting cramped in my underwear. Soon I was moving in my seat, trying to make room and the more aroused I became the more I thought about blowing my load all over those incredible, sexy feet and licking them clean.
I was starting to feel very distracted and I really needed to touch my cock, but of course I’m not allowed to do that without Mistress’s approval... so either I needed to think about something else and hope the problem went away, or I needed to take drastic action and call my Mistress to ask for permission. This was something I had never done before and I wasn’t remotely sure that she would agree, but the situation was getting serious and I was in no state to drive safely.
I decided to call Mistress on her mobile and she answered quickly. I knew she was working at home alone so I didn’t need to worry about anyone overhearing our conversation, but despite that it was still a little awkward at first. I didn’t really know how to bring the subject up, especially as I had never done this before and knew she would have no idea why I was really calling. However after a couple of minutes of small talk I eventually managed to spit it out and for a few seconds I was met with silence.
Then I heard her laugh softly and she asked me where I was. I told her I was driving on the motorway and she said ‘Really… you’re driving but you’re so horny you called me to ask permission to touch yourself? How did you get so horny? What could you possibly be thinking about to get yourself so worked up?’
I told her I was thinking about her beautiful feet…
“Oh, really? You got this turned on just thinking about my feet?”
I told her I was thinking about cumming on them and licking them clean.
“Oh…. I see,” she laughed knowingly. “No wonder you’re so distracted then.”
Again the silence.
“So….” I prompted hopefully.
“Hmm,” she sighed thoughtfully. “Well, it’s intriguing that in all the time we’ve been doing this you’ve never once called me to ask for permission to touch your cock, so I can only assume this is what we might call a ‘genuine emergency’.”
“It is, I can hardly think straight to drive,” I pledged.
“Really…. what if you just rub your cock through your jeans, does that help?”
I dropped my hand down between my legs and gently rubbed my fingers against my aching cock, it felt amazing but I needed more, much more.
“That feels wonderful Mistress, but it’s not really ‘helping’… if anything it’s making things worse. Much worse.”
“Oh, okay… then you better stop,”
I whined in frustration, but obediently pulled my hand away.
“I think you should wait until you get home, you know it will be so much better don’t you?”
“I know Mistress, and believe me I didn’t ring you lightly…”
“Hmm, I’m sure that’s true… and you better not make a habit of it either. But even so, I don’t like the idea of you touching your cock when I’m not there to supervise…”
“Please Mistress, “ I begged. “I’m so horny right now… I can’t even explain it. If you don’t give me permission I can’t promise I won’t do it anyway.”
“Really? Wow, that’s serious talk. Well you better know that if you were to deliberately touch your cock without permission you can expect an extremely harsh punishment.”
“I know Mistress and I really don’t want to do that, which is why I rang to ask.”
“Hmm, well… I guess at least you are trying to do the right thing. How long is it since I allowed you to cum?”
“It’s a little over a month Mistress.”
“Oh really, time flies doesn’t it?” she said with a tiny chuckle. “Okay… so how far is it to the next junction?”
“About eight miles I think.”
“Right then, I want you to get off at that junction and find somewhere to park. Don’t park anywhere there might be cameras. But don’t park in the middle of nowhere either, I want you to feel at least a little nervous that you might be seen. Call me back when you find somewhere and we’ll see how I feel then.”
I took the next junction and luckily saw a sign to a country park. I followed the signs and soon found myself in a fairly large but quite busy car park. I drove along the rows of cars and eventually spotted an overflow section with no cars in it. I drove to the far end of that and pulled into a space. Then thought better of it and turned the car around, at least then I’d be able to see anyone coming. I looked all around and there were no cameras as far as I could tell, but these days it was hard to be sure.
I turned off the car and tried to relax. I tapped my phone and waited for Mistress to answer… it rang, and rang and then went to voice mail. I tried again and it did the same. The third time I rang she answered.
“Are you still horny and desperate?” she said.
“Yes Mistress,” I replied. “Very.”
“I see. What a pity you aren’t here… I’ve just taken my socks off and I’m looking at my beautifully manicured toes. I bet you wish you could see them…”
I groaned into the phone.
“Of course if you were here… I’d probably let you lick and suck on each of my pretty toes while you played with your poor throbbing cock.”
“Oh God, yes…” I moaned.
“You better not be touching that cock without permission…”
“I’m not Mistress! I swear.”
“Okay… I believe you. But I find it hard to believe that you got this worked up just thinking about my feet. Beautiful as they are…”
“I swear Mistress, I was only thinking about your feet.”
“And licking your cum off them?”
“Well, yes Mistress… that too.”
“Wow… I mean obviously I know you love my feet, but I didn’t realise you could get this turned on just thinking about them.”
“I know Mistress, it confuses me too…”
“Rub yourself again slave.”
I reached down and gently started to tease my aching cock through my jeans.
“Thank you Mistress… that feels amazing,” I sighed.
“Does it? Does it feel like Heaven?”
“Yes Mistress...”
“But not as good as if it was me touching it I bet?”
“No Mistress, nowhere near that good.”
“And you’re sure you don’t want to wait until you get home? Because if we go much further that is going to be completely off the table.”
“I would love nothing more Mistress, but I genuinely don’t think I can. My balls are so full and I just feel like I’m going to explode.”
“Awww, what a pity I’m not there to slap some sense into them for you. Maybe you should try that… go on, give yourself a good few slaps and see if it helps.”
“I really don’t think…”
“I don’t care what you think slave, do as you’re told!”
“Yes Mistress.”
I slapped myself in the balls four or five times as she listened and encouraged me to do it harder.
“Come on, don’t hold back,” she ordered. “Make a fist and hit them hard for me.”
I did as she told me, but it certainly didn’t ‘help’ matters… if anything it made it a whole lot worse.
“Did that help?” she asked, trying not to laugh.
“Not really Mistress.”
“Oh well, it was worth a try…”
“Please Mistress… please let me touch my cock, I’m so horny I can’t think straight.”
“Hmm, very well slave, I think you have been very good calling me to ask permission… and I’m kind of proud of you for that. So yes, you may touch your cock now.”
“Thank you Mistress,” I sighed.
“Make sure you pull it right out in the open slave, don’t put your hand inside your pants, I want you exposed.”
I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock and balls through the hole in my boxer shorts. It looked as hard as I had ever seen it and ready to blow at any moment.
“Now you can stroke it slave, gently… but don’t forget, you can’t cum unless I give you permission.”
“Thank you Mistress…”
I wrapped my fingers carefully around my cock and started to stroke it as gently as possible.
“It really is a shame you aren’t here you know, my feet are looking sooo good today… here let me send you a picture.”
My phone buzzed and I clicked on the message.
“Oh my God…” I breathed desperately.
“Last chance to stop slave… are you sure you don’t want to wait until you get home?”
“I can’t Mistress… I want to, but I can’t.”
“Awww, that’s such a shame. I would have let you kiss them all over and maybe I would have even let you cum on them too. Can you picture that slave, can you picture my pretty feet splattered with your hot, creamy cum? I bet you can… it looks so good doesn’t it? Good enough to eat…”
“Yes Mistress…”
There was a moment’s silence and a small gasp then Mistress continued…
“I love this slave, I love that you are so horny right now just thinking about my beautiful feet… so horny that you don’t even think you can stop yourself. That’s so fucking hot. You’re making me very wet…”
Mistress went quiet again and I pictured her pulling her panties to one side and running her finger along her wet slit.
“Tell me something slave, if I asked you right now to choose one part of my body to cum on for the rest of your life and it meant you could never cum anywhere else, would it be my pretty feet?”
I hesitated for a second, but eventually admitted the truth.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Really? Wow... so if I asked you that question again and said that this time I meant it, would you still give me the same answer?”
“Yes Mistress,” I answered nervously.
Mistress gave a small groan of pleasure…
“Really slave? You’d give up cumming on my delicious pussy, my ass, my sexy thighs… my breasts… just so you could cum on my perfect, pretty feet… forever?”
“Reluctantly… yes Mistress, if I absolutely had to. I love coming on all those places but I could never give up cumming on your beautiful feet.”
“Well don’t worry slave, I'm not going to tie you to that just yet. But next time I ask you might be the last time, so you better think about that and make sure you know what you’re saying. In the meantime, if I let you cum on my pretty feet then you know what you'd have to do don't you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“And what is that… exactly?
“I’d have to lick your beautiful feet clean Mistress.”
“That's right… and you’d love every mouthful wouldn’t you? In fact it wouldn’t be a case of ‘having to’ at all would it? You long to lick my cummy feet clean don't you?”
“Yes Mistress. I crave it so much…” I gasped.
Mistress chuckled quietly.
“That’s right, you wake up thinking about it, you go to sleep thinking about it and you daydream about it, isn't that right?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You're a complete slut for my beautiful feet aren't you and you would do pretty much anything I asked to get what you want, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I groaned.
“Mmm, so interesting slave… I really hope you don’t regret telling me that.”
My phone buzzed again and another photo of her gorgeous feet appeared.
“Such a shame you didn’t stop when you had the chance slave… look at them, they’re crying out for a creamy load aren’t they?”
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw an older couple walking across the car park. They weren’t looking my way but it gave me quite a start and I realised the park was all around us and people could appear from all directions.
“What’s the matter slave, did someone see you?”
“No Mistress… but they made me jump.”
“Maybe we should cut to the chase then, before you get yourself in any trouble.”
I watched the older couple getting farther and farther away and relaxed a little bit.
“I hope you’re still stroking slave… are you excited to be allowed to empty your poor denied balls?”
“Very, Mistress.”
“Well don’t get too excited slave, and make sure you tell me when you’re close.”
I stroked my cock a little harder and faster, my eyes glued to the photo of Mistress’s gorgeous feet shown on my phone.
Suddenly the phone started to vibrate, unbeknown to me Mistress had ended our call and was now video calling me. I answered and was greeted by the sight of Mistress’s perfect feet in real time.
“Oh my poor slave, don’t you wish you were here…with me and my beautiful, sexy feet?”
“I do Mistress.”
I saw Mistress’s long painted fingernails appear and her fingertips gently play with her feet.
“Are you getting close slave?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good, because I have work to do and you need to get going as well… the thing is though slave, I really don’t feel good about letting you enjoy that orgasm you so desperately crave, not when you’re so far away from me. I feel like it would be setting a bad precedent… and so now you have to make a choice. Either you stop right now and put your cock away, or you stroke yourself to the edge, take your hand away as you start to cum and ruin your orgasm into your hand.”
“No please Mistress…”
“Those are your choices slave… of course you could always disobey me, but I really wouldn’t recommend it.”
Mistress allowed the silence to sit heavy on me, before she added.
“And honestly if you decide to stop now I will have to punish you anyway, for wasting my time… after all you told me you were truly ‘desperate’ to cum, so let’s see how desperate you really are slave. Either way, if I don’t see you ruin your orgasm and eat all that creamy cum then you can forget about cumming on my beautiful feet for at least three months.”
The last part was like a dagger to my heart and she knew it.
“Move your phone so I can see,” she ordered.
I turned the phone holder so that it pointed down at my groin, disappointed that I could no longer see her gorgeous feet on the screen.
“Good, now push yourself over the edge for me. Ruin that orgasm you are so ‘desperate’ for and eat it up for me!”
As I got closer and closer my hand moved slower and my grip loosened, I was teetering on the edge now and I could already feel my balls starting to contract. My head felt like it would explode and I gave my cock three more super light strokes then watched as it started to spasm, nothing happened for a few seconds and then the first bead of cum appeared. I gasped in absolute frustration as I watched the cum start to flow freely, dripping down my cock and into the palm of my left hand.
“Yesssssss…” groaned Mistress. “Now get as much as you can into your mouth.”
I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked and licked it until it was clean.
“Let me see.”
I moved the phone so that it was pointing up at me again and opened my mouth to show her the cum I had sucked up.
“Very good,” she purred. “You have pleased me. In fact I am very wet now, and pretty close myself… I certainly can’t wait for you to get home so I will just have to finish myself off. I bet you’d love to watch that wouldn’t you?”
“Oh God yes Mistress…”
“Hahaha… I don’t think so slave, I’ve been more than kind enough to you today. You need to get cleaned up and get back on the road. And make sure you delete those pictures I sent you, I don’t want you getting tempted to touch yourself again.”
“Yes Mistress,” I said mournfully.
“It’s so nice to be able to touch myself whenever I want to…” she taunted. “Do you regret giving up your freedom to me slave?”
“No Mistress,” I said, honestly.
The image on the phone moved suddenly and now all I could see was the ceiling of our bedroom. Mistress had clearly laid the phone down on the bed as she turned her attention to her own needs. I listened carefully, Mistress was breathing heavily and I could hear a faint, rhythmic sound. Finally I heard her moan loudly and the phone jerked sharply then fell face down on the floor.
As I heard Mistress orgasm my cock gave one final defiant pulse and a last trickle of cum slid down the side of my still hard cock and pooled at the base. Despite the fact that Mistress was no longer observing, I obediently scooped it up with my fingers and swallowed it, then waited for my cock to soften and my own breathing to return to normal before I returned to the road.
What a day this had been. While the tension in my balls had eased a little, I still couldn’t stop thinking about my gorgeous Mistress and how glorious it would have been to have been allowed to watch her cum. And honestly, that ruined orgasm didn’t really help much at all… I hadn’t been back on the road more than half an hour before my cock was throbbing hard again, aching for attention.
But I knew there was no way Mistress would let me touch it again, I would just have to try my best to think about something else…
