She made me crawl on my knees over to the foot of her double bed. The bed had a large headboard but no footboard to accommodate my Mistress’s foot worship. The bed was dressed with sumptuous satin sheets that I knew I would not have the privilege of sleeping on. My bed was the floor. As for sleep, I would have to do without.
Mistress had given me an order, and I had to fulfill it. I was her foot slave, and her feet were my job to pamper, worship, and adore. Anyway, I could do without sleep with the thought of cumming all over her beautiful toes tomorrow, provided I did a good job during the night, or was that just an empty promise, a further foot tease.
With my leash securely attached to a metal hoop welded to the floor at the foot of the bed, my Mistress slipped under the satin sheets and glided her soles gracefully down towards me. Ensuring my hands were warm so as not to displease my Mistress, I immediately began to massage her toes. They felt so wonderful, soft and supple. My attention and gaze were once more fixated by Mistress’s delectable feet.
Only for my full concentration of breathing my every warm breath onto her supple soles, I would have thought about worshipping those perfect feet in my hands, puckering my lips and giving those toes soft kisses in homage, or extending my wanton tongue for a lustful lick along her soles, but I knew better. If I disobeyed, it would be a long time before I would receive any pleasure from my foot Mistress. I was there to serve and nothing else. If she chose to pleasure me, it would be on her terms, at her time. I couldn’t jeopardize that.
Morning Ritual and Release
When morning came, my fingers and thumbs were sore from the constant stroking and massaging, but my eyes were still fixated, until they moved from my grasp and my Mistress stepped out of the bed. She walked slowly behind and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, with my chained hands resting on my chest.
“Good morning, foot slave. You did a good job massaging my feet and you kept my toes warm all night with your breath. I’m glad I didn’t feel any kisses or licks at my feet, because if I had, then you would have been denied pleasure for a long, long time, foot slave, and I don’t think your little cock could take that.”
My PVC-clad Mistress then proceeded to bend over me and place her perfectly manicured index finger on the floor just in front of my cock. She slowly ran her finger across a few inches of the floor and then, while removing it from the floor, purposefully grazed my aching balls with it.
“I just needed to check that you didn’t cum while I was sleeping, foot slave. And you passed the test.”
She untied my leash from the metal hoop in the floor, and with leash in hand and me on all fours pathetically following behind her, she walked slowly over to her throne, stopping with every step to place each sole on my face, placing her foot with the base of her toes nuzzled into my nose, pausing in her stride to allow herself to hear my slavish sniff.
“Good boy, you love sniffing your Mistress’s feet, don’t you, foot slave?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, thank you so much, Mistress.”
When we reached the throne, she sat down, and with me kneeling at her feet, she casually placed her right foot on my forehead. She left it there for a minute or two, looking at her foot, the red toenails resting on my flushed face. Then she crouched over and unclasped the ankle bracelet. Removing her foot from my forehead, she dangled her little silver chain and swung the key in front of my excited and eager eyes.
“You do know what this little key means, don’t you, foot slave? It means that Mistress is going to let you cum, what a lucky little foot slave you are!”
With that, she put the key in the lock, turned it, and released my wrists from their restrictive position. At first, they were slightly limp from being held in the same pose for so long. I left them trailing by my side, awaiting the order, awaiting the permission that I craved.
She gently raised her foot and, stroking the underside of my balls with her toes, uttered the words:
“Touch yourself, foot slave, touch yourself to my feet.”
I grabbed my throbbing cock and pulled it repeatedly, faster than ever before. I had been teased for hours and hours on end; I couldn’t wait any longer. I couldn’t believe the ecstasy I felt in my loins, my balls feeling like they were going to explode the very second I took residency on my knees in front of her supreme feet. Finally, they were about to experience ecstasy. I had been pulling myself for just under a minute when my foot Mistress withdrew her foot from my balls.
“S-t-o-p. Hands behind your back. You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you, foot slave? I want you to stick your tongue out.”
I was perplexed, my emotions were fraught, precum oozed from the top of my cock. I just needed a few more pleasurable strokes; I was seconds away from orgasm, and my Mistress knew it. She had taken me back from the brink of gratification just to prolong it that little bit longer, all for her enjoyment.
I did as Mistress told me, still wriggling from the physical denial of my long-awaited orgasm, humbly prostrated on my knees at her feet, pulsating cock standing to attention, hands trembling with anticipation to be allowed one more pleasurable stroke.
I stuck my tongue out for her, wanting her feet more than ever.
“I know you want to cum sooooo bad, don’t you, foot slave?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, please, please allow me to come to your feet.”
She looked down at her teased and tormented foot slave. She raised her foot over my head, circled it above me, and slowly dropped it, placing her delicate toes on my wanton tongue.
“You may cum, foot slave.”
