Punishment And Reward for a Feet Fetish
Getting punished by my Mistress wasn’t always easy. She made sure I’d suffer and be reminded not to disappoint her again in any way. This time around I am not allowed to cum for a week because I came really early the last time. My Mistress was so hot, I can’t help it if I cum while playing with her. Much more when I see here feet! See, I have feet fetish. And seeing her barefoot around her apartment doesn’t help at all. And she knows how much I adore her magnificent, sexy feet.
I have managed to get through the week without cumming. By now my balls are really full, engorged with hot cum for my Mistress. The way with my Mistress is, although she is very strict and quite the disciplinarian, I do love it when she gives me a reward after completing her challenges or punishments. And this time I am hoping for a really satisfying reward from my Mistress.
On the last day of my punishment, she paid extra attention to cater to my feet fetish. I knew she was doing it to torture me more. As if seeing her barefoot in the apartment everyday wasn’t enough, going out to the mall to buy her new shoes, and taking me with her as she got a pedicure did not really help. Then she told me we were having dinner with her friends that evening. I know she was up to something evil to torture me with my feet fetish. She wore the new shoes we bought. I thought it was perfect, black shiny open toe stilettos with a slim 5 inch heel that made her legs look glorious with her black short dress. Seeing her newly polished red toes in those heels was the end of me. I knew then I was in trouble. I just can’t wait till we get home from this dinner.
During dinner, my Mistress sat across from me at the table. Being the good slave that I am, I did not complain about it but she saw my disappointment because I was used to sitting beside her whenever we were with her friends. She just gave me a sweet smile. As the night wore out and the conversations and laughter got louder with the help of the wine, I spied my Mistress shifted on her seat and slouched a bit. It is so not like her. Then I knew why, I felt her foot on my leg slowly going up to my knee. I looked at her and she just gave that same sweet smile and went on chatting and laughing with her friends. I found it hard to follow the conversations, really hard. My Mistress’ evil plan was very effective. I was already sweating and couldn’t control my dick getting really fully erect! I had to lean forward to the table just to try to hide the tent on my pants! I finally couldn’t take it anymore and quickly stood and went to the bathroom. I did not care if anyone noticed my hard on. I had to control myself not to cum for my Mistress. After several minutes I finally got it down and went back to our table. I had to apologize to the group for being rude. My Mistress knew I can’t handle her torture anymore and gave the group a lame excuse for us to leave early.
When we got in the apartment, we sat on the couch, still wearing her shoes on, she propped her feet on my lap signaling me to massage her feet. As I slid off her feet from her shoes I began to feel the tightness on my crotch. She noticed it too because as I was massaging one foot her other foot was firmly massaging my crotch, slowly going up and down, up and down. I think I was moaning a bit because she gave me her wicked smile and asked, “How badly do you want to cum?” Then she leaned forward and unzipped my fly and out sprung my dick like a jack-in-the-box! It was really throbbing and she saw my pleading look. She leaned back and was stroking my rock hard cock with her foot as I continued massaging her foot. She pulled her foot from my hands and pressed it on my balls. I gave out a little whimper and she said, “Have you been saving all this for me?”
“Yes, Mistress. I have not cum for the whole week as you instructed.”
“Good boy.” And see flashed me her evil smile again.
Then she started stroking my cock with both her feet, her soft, perfect, newly pedicured feet. I am on the edge now. “Can I cum please, Mistress?” I was already breathless!
“Because you have been a very good boy, I want you to drain your balls. You may cum all over my feet!”
With that I poured out everything! My cum squirted and oozed out of my cock, dripping all over those gloriously sexy feet. My heart was just pounding and I gave a big sigh of relief. “Thank you my Mistress! Thank you so much. Thank you.” As I kissed each toe and tasting my cum.
“Now help me up and wash my feet!” she said sternly but sensing her pride in her little feet fetish slave boy. I knew I will get hard again while I am washing my Mistress’ feet.