“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress, thank you for the honor of letting me hold your feet and for allowing your pathetic footslave to look at your feet.”
I held the ultimate object of my desire in my palm, like a fragile, priceless ornament that had to be handled so gently and compassionately. There I was, stripped naked, collared and cuffed, on my knees, locked inside a cage, captivated over the beautiful foot resting in my hands. I had no dignity or esteem left; they had been stripped away and had been replaced by humility and servitude for the female foot.
It was an unbearable tease to feel her soft soles in my hands, and with her foot placed so close to my face due to the short chains connecting my slave collar to my wrists, it was hard to restrain myself from worshipping those perfect toes with my willing tongue.
After what seemed like hours of studying and appreciating every intricate detail of my Mistress’s feet, without warning, she retracted her slender foot back out through the hole, brushing her tantalizing toes purposely against my cheek as they left the cage.
The Promise of Orgasm
Mistress got down from her position above my slave cage and with leash in hand, she tugged it hard, bringing my face to rest between two cold steel bars, my tongue still out at her command.
“Kiss my soles, slave.”
I pouted my lips as she raised her left foot to my face, and I passionately planted one single kiss in the center of her foot, my nose gently grazing against her arch. Then her right foot was offered to me. Again, my lips met her soft bare sole. This was obviously my reward for restraining myself for so long in the cage. Although I was so appreciative of the kisses I was granted, my cock yearned to be granted a greater reward.
My Mistress unlocked the cage and with her grasp of my leash pulled me out. Shuffling on my knees, I fell to the floor, just by her feet.
“Good boy, just where I want you. Now you may lick the soles of my feet as I walk over to my throne, footslave.”
“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”
I immediately began my foot cleaning duties at her command, slowly licking each sole from the tip of her big toe, along her soft sole and instep, and finishing on her heel. As she took her bare foot from my tongue, I swallowed hard and gulped down any dirt and dust that had accumulated on my tongue, knowing that when she took another step, even more dirt and grime would stick to her wet soles that had just been smothered in my saliva.
When she reached the throne, she sat down, crossing her legs seductively so that her red toenails rested themselves inches from my mouth. I had still to suck on her beautiful toes. I wanted them so badly, and my foot Mistress knew it.
“You’ve licked my soles clean, slave, but what about my pretty little toes? Does my little footslave want to lick and suck Mistress’s toes? Oh, I bet you do. T-o-e-s, hmm, the very word gets you excited, what a pathetic little foot slave you are.”
She flexed her foot and spread her toes before my drooling mouth, teasing me with her perfectly painted red toenails. Kneeling in an upright position before my Mistress, giving the full attention she deserves, awaiting permission to worship her toes and worship her feet all over. My heart was pounding in anticipation, my cock was aching from the sustained upright and unfulfilled position it had been in since the second I had walked through the dungeon door and had been peeled of my clothes and peeled of my dignity.
It felt both exhilarating and yet so cruel. My mind tried to process all the feelings, but my mind was elsewhere, focused on five beautiful cherry red toes.
“Oh please, Mistress, please allow your pathetic foot slave to worship your feet, Mistress, please, I beg you, please, Mistress, please.”
Every begging word from my mouth was filled with real, heartfelt yearning. I was so powerless in front of her. I felt so weak before her with my arms strapped and bound to my collared neck and leashed as a pathetic naked slave.
“Tongue out then, foot slave! Mistress is going to give you a treat. I am going to allow you to worship my toes. I know how much you want to lick and suck on each toe!!”
With that, she placed her big toe on my tongue. The sensation was phenomenal. Her soft, pedicured toe rested on my tongue as I lapped and sucked it with true, feverish passion. I sucked her toes slowly, treating them so reverently, with my lips tingling as each toe came in and out of my mouth. I obediently licked her feet and sucked her toes for what seemed like hours, so humbled with what I was being placed in my mouth – a sexy PVC clad dominant Mistress’s feet.
Every so often, my Mistress would casually withdraw her toes from my mouth and swirl her foot teasingly around my face, placing her wet, saliva-covered toes on the top of my forehead and then slowly rubbing them down my face, over my eyes and then my nose until they resumed position on my wanton tongue.
The Ultimate Tease and Punishment
“So, slave, is your f-o-o-t f-e-t-i-s-h being satisfied, or does it involve you pathetically masturbating to my feet? Oh yeah, I think that little cock of yours wants to cum. I think you want to cum so bad, don’t you, slave?”
It was unbearable to have my throbbing cock erect and oozing precum, with my balls tight and ready to explode and physically be restrained from touching them with my wrists chained to my slave collar.
“Please, Mistress, please, I beg you, I beg you to allow me to touch myself and cum to your beautiful feet. Please allow your pathetic foot slave to masturbate in your presence.”
“Okay, foot slave, touch yourself.”
With that, she dangled her right foot in front of my eyes with the key hanging gracefully off her silver ankle bracelet. She knew she was teasing me. My arms were still bound with chains secured by the little padlock attached to my slave collar. I squirmed, pathetically stooping my neck and stretching my hands down as low as they could go, but it was no use, I couldn’t reach my swollen, tormented cock. She glanced down at me scornfully.
“Slave, if you’re not going to cum to my feet, then Mistress will have to punish you, and since you have a foot fetish, I’m going to punish you with my f-e-e-t.”
“Oh please, Mistress, please allow me to touch my pathetic cock in your presence. Please take off these cuffs and allow me to ejaculate all over your beautiful toes. Please, Mistress, please.”
“Silence, foot slave, did I give you permission to beg, did I, foot slave?”
“No, Mistress, sorry, Mistress.”
With that, she pulled my Slave collar back, dragging me to the floor. I lay flat on my back awaiting my Mistress’s next whim. She took out a low glass table and placed it just above my head. Then, sitting back into her regal throne, she placed her soles on the glass just above my face. My cock was numb and my balls tightened with arousal as her feet padded above me, my only vision. Without care or concern for me, she took out a female domination book and began to read for what must have been hours.
Nightly Service and the Final Tease
Eventually, she stood up, leash in hand, and removed the teasing table from my face.
“Foot slave, it’s getting late and Mistress is getting tired. I will be retiring to bed, and your job will be to kneel at the foot of my bed and massage my feet while I also expect you to warm my feet with your breath for the entire night. Is that understood, foot slave?”
“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”
“Good boy, and if you do a good job, who knows, maybe tomorrow might be the day that Mistress will let you c-u-m.”
With that, she kicked my balls and ran her lavishly painted red toes over my ever-throbbing erect cock.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you, foot slave?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”
“Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we, foot boy.”
