For the last two weeks Mistress has been keeping me locked 24/7, which is quite unusual. During that same period she has had me worship her pussy almost every single night, which is not as unusual, but still pretty rare. Not that I’m complaining you understand, I adore licking her delicious pussy and making her cum, and I love it even more when I am locked and frustrated.
For the first week she also had me worship her feet every single day, which I absolutely love. In fact a few days ago she had me worship her beautiful feet first thing in the morning and also after dinner. I honestly couldn’t have been happier; I could worship those pretty feet all day and still want more!. Truth be told I am a total slut for her gorgeous feet and she knows she could make me do just about anything by dangling those pretty toes in front of my face. But since that double treat I haven’t been allowed to even touch them, which, as you can probably imagine has only added to my intense feelings of frustration and need.
A few nights ago, as she was preparing to give me a very hard and thorough pegging, she had me kneel deferentially before her and suck her rubber strap-on. I always find this deeply humiliating but it made my cock so fucking hard in my cage that I could hardly concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. As Mistress pushed her ‘cock’ deeper and deeper into my mouth she told me she had ‘Big Plans’ for me on Friday night. It was Wednesday and I was very excited but also a little nervous because when Mistress says ‘Big Plans’ that usually means she’s got a new idea or game to try and could also mean that I’m about to cross a new boundary…
Part of me desperately wants that, but I wish I knew what it was. Not knowing is the scary part…
Friday night came and Mistress removed my cage, she told me to go and shower and asked if she needed to supervise me to make sure I didn’t touch my cock any more than absolutely necessary. I assured her that I would behave myself, and to be honest I wouldn’t dare disrespect her like that again. Last time I could barely sit down when she had finished punishing my ass!
“Very well,” said Mistress, with a glint in her eye. “Off you go then. And don’t be too long.”
I thanked her, slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It felt weird having the cage off; when you wear something constantly and for so long it really does become part of you. But still it was nice to feel my cock and balls free to move about a bit, it felt like a long time since they had been able to do that.
I finished my shower and dried myself thoroughly, then headed back into the bedroom where Mistress was waiting for me. She looked incredible, reclining in a VERY thin, black silk robe that clung to parts of her sexy body like paint. Her legs were spread and her fingers moved slowly between her legs. As I gazed at her intoxicating form I felt totally unworthy to even be in her presence.
She told me to kneel at the side of the bed then let her left foot drift over towards me.
“You love my pretty feet don’t you slave… sometimes I think you love them more than anything, is that true?”
I pondered my reply for a moment, I love many things about Mistress’s body, I love her breasts, I love her delicious pussy and I love her wonderful ass. I also love her smooth, sexy legs, especially her thighs, but when push comes to shove, and especially when I’ve been kept denied and I’m feeling super submissive then yes, her feet are probably number one.
I’ve often wondered exactly why it is that her feet are so damned captivating to me, I mean I’ve always felt a bit weird that I like them so much, but it’s not like I’m alone is it? There are literally millions of foot worshippers out there, particularly amongst submissives, and it’s kind of accepted now that subs and cuckolds only deserve to cum on feet… isn’t it?
“Yes Mistress,” I replied hesitantly, not wanting her to think I thought any less of her many other wonderful attributes.
“I wonder,” she began, “what you’d give up to keep being allowed to worship my pretty feet.”
I sensed it was a rhetorical question and waited for her to continue.
“Would you give up being pegged?”
“Very reluctantly,” I answered.
“I’m not interested in your reluctance slave, just answer the question.”
“Yes Mistress.
“That’s better. What about… being allowed to see my breasts?”
I shuffled uncomfortably on my knees, I really didn’t want to give up anything but what could I do but answer honestly?
“Yes… Mistress.”
“I see… and what about your orgasms slave? What if I said that every time I allowed you a real orgasm it would mean that you couldn’t even touch my beautiful feet for… I don’t know, three months. Would you rather just give up your full orgasms altogether, or is that a hard limit for you?”
I shuffled on my knees again, hoping this wasn’t Mistress’s new game… was she going to make me pick one of these? I really hoped not. But still… I wasn’t giving up being able to worship her gorgeous feet for anything.
“I would give up my full orgasms Mistress… without a doubt.”
“Really slave? Wow, you really are devoted aren’t you?”
“Yes Mistress, totally devoted.”
Mistress waggled her foot in front of my face, almost daring me to reach out and touch or lick it.
“Hmmm,” she purred. “Well I’m afraid you’re not going to be allowed to worship my perfect feet just yet, but if you’re good and you do as you’re told then you will eventually get a chance to. I know you’ve been aching for them all this week haven’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I sighed… “Thank you Mistress.”
“Oh, don’t thank me yet slave… you have no idea what it’s going to take for you to get your treat tonight. But I promise you two things. Firstly, if you do as I ask, which I know will be difficult for you… I will let you worship my feet every day for the next month, no matter what else you may do to displease me. Okay?”
“Thank you Mistress, that sounds wonderful.”
She chuckled to herself softly, then worked her fingers between her legs for a moment before she continued…
“But if you fail, then you won’t get to touch my feet for at least a month, and you definitely won’t get to cum on my feet for AT LEAST three months. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” I gulped, wondering what the hell she had planned for me.
“And… I may also feel the need to physically punish you on top of that, so think long and hard before you do anything you might regret.”
“I will Mistress.”
“Very well,” she said getting off the bed. “Stand up.”
Mistress picked my cage up off the nightstand and showed it to me.
“Notice anything different slave?”
I peered at the cage and noticed that she had fitted the ‘points of intrigue’ and not the short set, the longer ones that REALLY dig in when you get hard.
“I hope you won’t get too hard watching me slave, that would be very unfortunate… and very uncomfortable for you.”
I twitched thinking about watching Mistress masturbate with those damned points digging into the skin of my cock. Little did I know that would be a lot easier for me, at least mentally, than what she had planned.
She handed me the chastity device and told me to put it on. As I nervously fumbled with it she sat on the bed, her robe falling open slightly and exposing her gorgeous breasts.
“Don’t look at me slave… concentrate on getting that on,” she warned. “We don’t have much time.”
A few seconds passed before I registered what she had said, why would we not have much time?
I got the chastity device on and Mistress leant forward to fasten the lock. Her fingers trailed down the case and moved to my balls which she gently stroked until I started to get hard.
“Mmmm, are those points biting yet?”
“A little Mistress,” I winced.
“Good…. but we need to get you secured. Sit down.”
Mistress pointed to the chair that was behind me and once I was seated Mistress wrapped a leather cuff around each of my wrists and bound my arms so that I couldn’t get up.
“Now, I am not going to blindfold you… but from this moment on I expect you only to look at my feet. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
She leant forward and reiterated the importance of her order.
“I’m not messing around here, if I see you looking anywhere but my feet then you are in trouble.”
“Yes Mistress, I promise I won’t Mistress.”
“Good slave… now wait here, I will be back shortly.”
Mistress left me alone, tied to the chair. It’s moments like these when your mind drifts and you start dreaming up all sorts of strange ideas, but I don’t think anything could have prepared me for what was about to happen.
A few minutes later Mistress walked back into the room through the door behind me and I obediently refrained from looking anywhere but at her feet as she got back onto the bed. However I could sense something was different, there was something that I couldn’t see to my left and I wasn’t allowed to look. It was worrying. DEEPLY worrying.
Nevertheless I stared at Mistress’s feet, waiting to see what would transpire. For a few minutes she lay back again, just playing with herself. It was hard not to look directly at her, but obviously I could see a certain amount in my peripheral vision. I thought I heard a small noise from behind me but I couldn’t be sure. There it was again… I began to think there might actually be someone in the room with us.
My heart was pounding in my ears, was there actually someone else here?
“Come,” Mistress said, which almost caused me to lose concentration and look up at her.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure get on the bed and shuffle nervously towards my Mistress, positioning himself on his knees between her legs. She lifted her left foot and he took it in his hands, gently caressing it as she continued to masturbate.
“What does Mistress V call you again?” she asked.
“Bitch, mostly… Maam,” he replied softly.
Mistress chuckled.
“And what should I call you?” she asked.
“Whatever you please Maam,” he responded.
“Okay, then I shall call you ‘B’ if you don’t mind?”
“Of course Maam, whatever suits you.”
“And don’t call me Maam, call me Mistress. I know you can’t call me Mistress when your owner is around but she has given you to me for today, okay?”
“Yes Mistress.”
It was becoming hard to focus and not look away from Mistress’s foot dangling in the air while ‘B’ caressed it. I had met slave ‘B’ socially before when we had visited Mistress V’s house earlier in the year. He was very nervy and as I recall had a rather small cock. Mistress V constantly belittled him for it, which amusingly he seemed to enjoy.
“Do you like my feet?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress, they are very beautiful…”
“Thank you ‘B’. My slave tells me that constantly of course, but I never tire of hearing it. You may worship my foot now.”
I felt a pang of jealously hearing her giving slave B permission to worship her beautiful feet, MY beautiful feet. But I knew it was not my place to complain, after all I am just the submissive in the relationship and she can do whatever she feels is right. I had already (reluctantly) agreed in principle to being cuckolded if Mistress ever felt she truly wanted to do that, so this wasn’t so bad… I knew slave B wasn’t going to be allowed to do that and even if he was his 4” cock wasn’t going to do much for Mistress. But perhaps that would actually be more humiliating, to be cuckolded not by a bigger man, but a smaller one…?
My train of thought was broken when I heard Mistress speak again.
“Has Mistress V kicked your balls lately B?”
“Yes Mistress.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Very much Mistress.”
Mistress shifted on the bed slightly and I could tell she was bringing her other foot between B’s legs.
“My slave likes it too, but not as much as you from what Mistress V tells me.”
“Probably not Mistress.”
“You REALLY love it don’t you?”
I heard a loud smack as Mistress brought her foot up between slave B’s legs.
“Yes Mistress,” B grunted.
“Don’t stop worshipping my pretty foot.”
I heard another smack as Mistress’s foot impacted B’s balls a second time.
“That’s better.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
Mistress brought her foot up between B’s legs a further three times, each seemingly harder than the last judging by B’s reaction. Hearing the slap of skin on skin echoing around the room made me crave the feeling of her foot against my balls and I felt the points of intrigue digging in hard as my cock swelled inside my cage.
“I better stop now, I don’t want you too swollen to cum. I hope you’ve got a nice big load for me.”
“I have Mistress, but I don’t think I’m allowed to cum…”
The echo of Mistress’s foot slapping into B’s balls a further three times filled the room, bringing further appreciative grunts from B.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you for kicking my worthless balls Mistress.”
“Worthless balls are they, well we shall see won’t we.”
Mistress paused to enjoy B’s discomfort for a few moments and then picked up her phone from the bed.
“Don’t worry B, I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m going to call Mistress V right now and ask if she minds…”
“Thank you Mistress,” the relief in his voice was palpable.
Mistress tapped the screen of her phone and placed it near her ear.
“Hi V, how are you? Yes I’m having a lovely time… my slave is tied to a chair and only allowed to look at my feet and your slave is diligently worshipping my toes. It’s wonderful, what a shame you couldn’t be here to watch, maybe some other time….”
Mistress V was talking on the other end of the phone and I couldn’t hear what she was saying, all I could hear was the sound of B sucking and licking my Mistress’s perfect feet. I knew I shouldn’t hate him, he’s only doing what he’s told, but it was hard hearing that and feeling so helpless.
“ I hope you don’t mind but I couldn’t resist giving your slave’s balls a little kick… no, don’t worry they were only taps, nothing like what you administer I’m sure. Listen V, I wanted to ask a really, really big favour… I know this is probably overstepping the line, but could I please allow your slave to cum?”
Again I couldn’t hear the conversation, just the distressing sounds of ‘B’ worshipping Mistress’s beautiful foot filling my ears.
“I know… but I promise to make it up to you.”
“Please…. I’ll do anything.”
“Umm, yes okay… even that.”
Mistress sounded slightly unsure about whatever she’d just agreed to, but that was none of my business.
“Okay V, thanks a million, love you loads…bye.”
Mistress shut off the call and I peripherally saw her glance in my direction.
“I hope you’re keeping your eyes where they should be slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” I answered.
“Good.”
She turned her attention back to the man kneeling on the bed in front of her.
“Now you can worship my other foot B, the one that just kicked your nice full balls.”
“Thank you Mistress,” B replied eagerly, clearly excited by the news that he was to be allowed to cum.
“I really hope you have a HUGE load for me.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Mistress V tells me you cum a lot, despite being a little on the small side.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Actually she said something funny, I think it was ‘the smallest hoses dispense the greatest volume of liquid’… something like that anyway.”
“She does like to tease me about it Mistress.”
“Yes I remember last time, I almost felt bad for you.”
“There’s no need Mistress. I know I am Mistress V’s bitch and I can take it.”
Mistress relaxed a little, her foot moving between B’s legs and stroking his little cock. Her voice turned in my direction again and I hear her speak to me.
“Is it torture for you to watch someone else worship my pretty foot slave?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“And does it hurt to know that my other foot is gently rubbing B’s tiny little cock and balls?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“He's really good with his mouth you know… I bet he would make me cum really quickly.”
I heard a rustling as Mistress pushed her robe back off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful body, not that I was allowed to look at it of course. This time it was only for B’s eyes. The lucky bastard.
“Yes B, suck my pretty toes..”
Mistress was getting very turned on and I could smell her pussy in the air, it sounded like she was getting close to cumming too.
Abruptly she pulled her foot away from B’s mouth, then spread her thighs and put her feet together right below where B’s hard little cock was swaying back and forth.
“Come with me B, get yourself to the edge and I’ll tell you when.”
Now I couldn’t help but look at B’s fist moving back and forth as it was only a few inches above Mistress’s perfectly smooth insteps.
“I want you to cum on my feet B, I want you to cover them in cum, will you do that for me?
“Yes Mistress,” B groaned.
“Are you close?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Keep it there, wait for me…”
The seconds ticked by until finally I heard Mistress gasp and give B the order to cum.
I watched helplessly as B fired rope after rope of cum over Mistress’s divine feet. I felt violated, and I already knew what Mistress was going to ask me to do.
The sounds of two intense orgasms faded slowly away and Mistress layed silently for a few moments as she gathered herself together. ‘B’ remained upright on his knees. He’s used to being punished for any breach of Mistress V’s protocol, however slight and would never dare move until given permission.
“Thank you B, you may go now. Your cage is on the kitchen table with your clothes. Make sure you replace it before you leave.”
“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”
‘B’ started to shuffle backwards off the bed, unwilling to turn his back on his temporary owner.
“Oh, but before you go, release my slave please.”
“Of course Mistress.”
I heard ‘B’ get off the bed and move towards me. He didn’t speak to me, nor I to him. He just silently undid the straps that held me in place and then turned back towards my Mistress to check if there was anything else she wanted.
“No, no… you get off home, thank you, I hope you enjoyed that.”
“Yes Mistress,” he smiled nervously, wondering if he would be punished when he got home regardless.
I heard ‘B’ go down the stairs, finally leaving me alone with my Mistress. My eyes were still fixed on her beautiful cum covered feet and I knew she was going to make me clean them.
“Now slave, if you really love my feet as much as you say and if you want to be allowed to keep worshipping them then this is your chance to prove it.”
I continued staring at her feet, feeling slightly light headed.
“Come on, get on the bed...”
I had to use every ounce of willpower I could muster to pull myself out of the chair and onto the bed. My cock was still painfully hard inside the cage despite my innate reluctance to do what she was about to ask of me.
“Are those spikes biting well slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” I almost croaked.
“Good. I’m glad I remembered to put those in today, it’s been a while since we’ve used them.”
She held her left foot up and I looked down at it, she wasn’t kidding about B’s ability to cum. I’ve never cum that much in my life… and that was only half of it!
“It looks so pretty doesn't it?”
“Yes Mistress,” I heard myself say.
It’s true, it did look very sexy, I just wished it was my own cum I was about to swallow and not B’s. I've licked and sucked my own cum off her beautiful feet so many times, but this was completely different.
“But now I want you to clean them, otherwise… well, you know.”
Physically eating the cum was not difficult, but mentally it was challenging and represented a new stage in our Dom/sub arc. Mistress sensed my struggle…
“I know it's difficult for you, but just focus on the fact that it's what I want, and above all… above EVERYTHING else, you want to please ME don't you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I conceded.
I leant forward and ran my tongue along the top of her foot, while Mistress softly moaned her approval.
“Good slave, I’m proud of you… just think of all the lovely foot worship you have to look forward to now.”
“Thank you Mistress,” I said between slurps, B’s cum hanging off my lips as I spoke.
“Now the other one,” Mistress said as she switched over her feet.
I couldn’t believe it but this one had even more cum on it than the first one…
“B is very heavy cummer isn’t he…” observed Mistress.
I grunted in agreement.
“Which of course made him the perfect candidate for this assignment…”
She laughed as her fingers moved between her legs again.
“Okay slave, you can look at me now, but keep licking that delicious cum up, I can see there’s still a few drops left… there and there.”
Mistress extended a long, elegantly manicured nail to point out where she could still see spots of B’s cum glistening on her skin. I diligently licked and sucked until her foot was perfectly clean and she finally pulled it away.
“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?”
“No Mistress,” I replied meekly, feeling extremely embarrassed to have given in and swallowed another slave’s cum.
“Mistress V tells me that ‘B’ absolutely loves pineapple, maybe that’s why his cum tastes so sweet?”
“Perhaps Mistress…”
Mistress chuckled to herself, her fingers still moving between her legs and her magnificent breasts jiggling ever so slightly.
“Good slave, maybe in a few days I will unlock you and you can do that again. Would you like that?”
“Yes Mistress, please….”
“We’ll see… but right now I need a shower, and I want you to watch me. Go into the bathroom and put a towel on the floor, you’re going to be kneeling for a while and I don’t want you getting distracted.”
I started the shower going and took up my position on the tiled floor, then waited for Mistress to come into the bathroom. We have a large walk in shower with a built in seat and Mistress spent an age lathering herself repeatedly, mostly for my benefit I’m sure, since she would have been clean after the first couple of times. Then she sat on the seat, water spraying over her divine body as she masturbated herself to another climax, possibly running back through what just went on with ‘B’ or perhaps something completely different, I really don’t know. It was wonderful to watch her, but the 'points of intrigue' damn near pierced my skin such was the tension going on in my chastity cage.
Then I had to dry her and help her get dressed up to visit Mistress V, presumably to pay off whatever debt she owed her. I never did find out what that was, but she wore black stockings, some very sexy, crotchless underwear and 4” heels so she was obviously going to be doing something naughty. Finally before she left she unlocked me, removed the spikes from my cage and then locked me back up again.
“I will see you later,” she said as she clicked the padlock shut. “And oh, just one more thing before I go…” she leant close and whispered the next part, “…don’t ever worry that I will make you give up being pegged. I love doing that to you far too much to stop.”
She kissed me on the cheek and turned to leave. Presumably being allowed to see her breasts and enjoying full orgasms were still on the table then…
She looked at her watch, a solid gold Omega that hung elegantly from her wrist.
“I may be a while…” she said. “Don’t wait up.”
I watched her pull out of the drive and waved as she disappeared up the road, pleased that I had lived up to my Mistress’s expectations and excited for a solid month of foot worship to come.
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