I returned from work about four hours later than normal. Every so often I had to work an extra half shift because of manpower issues. By way of introduction, I am sclabh, a female slave, collared and owned by Ms. Brigit O'Toole. During the day I am a Police Officer working a patrol car in an affluent suburb. Once off-duty, my real life begins. Mistress Brigit is about eight years older than then me at age 32. At 5'9" and armed with a body that is the product of hours of gym work, She turns heads wherever She goes. Her greatest attraction is Her red hair and green eyes that draw you in, highlight Her perfect breasts and just bore holes into your soul. I on the other hand have short blonde hair cut in acceptable police fashion and am three inches shorter but also a gym rat.
Arriving home I begin my protocol. I remove all my clothing on the breezeway, knock and enter the house. Mistress had decided that it was more of a burden on Her to have to come to the door and allow me entry than was worth it. The new practice was for me to knock and announce, enter and find Mistress Brigit. At that point, kneeling I would wait for permission to enter the room she was in.
Mistress was reading and had the TV on for background as She absently motioned me to Her side. Mistress was wearing a sleeveless tee and powder blue panties. They were not sexy lingerie or lifestyle clothes but rather sexy everyday wear. I knelt up next to Her chair with my hands lock behind my neck and my knees slightly more apart than my shoulders. Mistress turned a page and lightly grabbed my left nipple. She just rolled it between Her fingers and thumb as slow electrical currents traveled to my cunt.
Before Ms. Brigit, I hated that word, now I had a cunt and was a cunt to be used for my Mistress' pleasure and entertainment. These thoughts of course made my stomach begin that "flip flop" feeling of the slut that I was. Mistress largely ignored my plight as my desire became a boil. I managed to maintain my silence and position, knowing that any misstep on my part could lead to one of Mistress's punishment sessions.
Reading my mind, as only She could do, She reached over and retrieved two clothes pins. These were of course attached to my nipples, causing more lightning bolts to strike my cunt. Mistress again turned a page and continued reading and would occasionally flick at one of the clothes pins.
"Sweetie, to take your little mind off your poor tits, pleases kiss my feet."
"Yes, Mistress--thank-you Mistress."
I crawled around to the front of the chair and slowly touched began to lick the crack between Mistress Brigit's big toe and second toe. I ran my tongue over the tip of each toe before settling the big toe and drawing it into my mouth. I treated it like a small chubby penis. I sucked the entire toe into my mouth rolling my tongue around it as I went. Slowly releasing the toe, I then took the other four toes in my mouth. I heard a small gasp from Mistress and the book being placed on the table. I continued to work Mistress Brigit's foot as She skillfully used Her feet to roll me on my back. In this position She began to shove Her toes into my mouth while Her other foot began to flick at the clothes pins. Flames were shooting from my nipples and cunt as Mistress continued to assault the clothes pins. She removed Her foot from my mouth and put it on my neck, pressing down slightly but firmly.
"Who controls your life?"
"You do Mistress"
"Of course I do, get up here and remove my panties."
Yes Mistress."
