Day 02 1

You are already out of bed, and I can hear the shower running when I awake the next morning. Despite brushing my teeth, my mouth still tastes slightly of footsweat and dirt. I stretch, wince, my morning erection feels sore, my testicles tight and overfull. I run my hands down my body and hold myself to try and soothe the discomfort, but it remains discomforting.

"Uh uh uh" I hear you say as you enter the room, towelling your hair. "Hands off my dick baby!"

"Sorry" I say, ruefully withdrawing my hand "just trying to get a little more comfortable."

"Oh but I don't want you to be comfortable babe," You say smiling, walking over, bending and kissing me, your damp hair falling against my face.

"Evidently!" I say, running a hand under your t-shirt and up your back, pulling you closer.

"Easy boy" You laugh, slipping away to finish drying your hair, "coffee please!"

After we've had breakfast, I clear my throat and ask "Um. How.. long, are we going to play this game?"

You set down your cup and look at me seriously "truthfully, I don't know. As long as it is fun, I guess?"

I nod. "Ok. I just wondered if there was a particular target you had in mind, was all."

"Oh I think you can last maybe... a week? Two weeks? But I think, part of the fun.. is that you don't know how long I'm going to make you wait before your.. heheh.. release." You waggle your eyebrows, and airquote the word release.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, but.. two weeks is.. a long time," I say making a face.

"Well I guess you'd just better make sure I'm feeling generous then, huh?" You say innocently, finishing your coffee and glancing at the time on the oven clock. "Shit, I'm nearly late. Have a good day ok?" You kiss me on the cheek and run out the door.

I'm working from home today. This gives me ample time to reflect on my thrumming longing, but decidedly undermines my productivity. You haven't left me any particular instructions, but when I take a break, I spend it polishing your shoes, then doing the laundry. There is no one to watch me doing it, but I make sure to kneel when polishing, and kiss the toe of each shoe to.. to what? To satisfy my own kinks? To remind myself that I am your bitch? It just feels necessary.

I spend my time in front of my computer shifting uncomfortably, watching the clock. Longing for your return, but knowing that the tight, heavy ache in my balls will only be worsened by whatever torments you want to inflict on me later.

My phone buzzes, a message from you "How's your day going?"

"Ok, difficult to focus! You?" I tap back.

"Busy morning!" Dots. "Run off my feet ;)"

"That was not helpful!"

"Oh no! Did I accidentally get you going again? ;P"

"Funny girl!"

Dots. Nothing. Dots... "Take out your dick, give it five strokes, then stop."

Cruel. I obey. I do it slowly, drawing out the pleasure before reluctantly zipping my fly.

"How was that? :-*"

"Agonising!"

"Good :D" Dots. And then a photo. It is from last night, your bare feet, covering my face. "Back to work footboy ;)"

I didn't even notice that you'd snapped a picture. God I want to touch myself. I screw my eyes shut, but the sense-memory of your feet pressing into my face floods me. I shake my head to dispel the memory. I could spend all day revelling in it, but that does not pay the bills. I hoover the flat to distract myself, then throw myself into work with some success for a few hours.

I take a walk, I buy flowers, I fold and put away the washing, I watch the clock. You will be home soon! I feel giddy with excitement, then flushed with anxiety. How should I greet you? I want simultaneously for you to open the door and find me waiting like an obedient dog on my hands and knees at the doormat, ready to kiss your shoes as you walk in; and to sweep you in my arms and kiss you. I hover, paralysed by my indecision in the hallway. In the end, I am still wavering when you breeze through the front door and do neither (you roll your eyes at my ridiculousness when I tell you about this later) with a cheery "Hey babe!"

We eat supper, chat, I am my best and most attentive self. You want to watch TV, and we move to the sofa. I sit at one end, you lie the length of the sofa and plop your feet into my lap, the impact reminding me abruptly of the unrelenting ache and making me wince. Without being asked, I begin massaging your feet. You accept this without comment. I lean down and kiss your ankle, then slowly work my way up your calf. You close your eyes and lean back, which I take as an invitation to keep kissing your legs, slowly moving upwards.

"Hang on" you say, and arch your backside up, your feet bracing against my genitals, so you can slide off your trousers. You kick them off, trampling my cock roughly in the process, then relax again. "Ok, carry on".

I reposition myself and begin kissing your thighs, running my fingers softly over the triangle of cotton cupping Your vulva as I do so. You moan appreciatively as I caress you, and lift your hips to allow me to slip down your underwear. I kiss the bared skin softly, breathing in your scent, then part your labia with my tongue and run it softly up towards your clitoris. I watch your face as I lap, slowly and softly, making gentle circles at first, then faster - firmer, then slow-slow-slow, then fast, and faster, until you're running wet and fucking my mouth, moaning, swearing, pulling my hair, then you tense as the orgasm rolls through you and shove me away, suddenly too tender even for my soft tongue.

I sit back on my heels and watch you, your breathing deep and ragged, your eyes closed. You run your hand down your belly, and between your legs.

"Mmmmmm... the trouble is, now I want your cock." You say, fingers softly moving.

"You can have it!" I say, grinning. "You want my hard cock deep inside you? You want me to fuck you hard?" I say, bending towards you. You push me back with one foot, then shove me back against the wall with the other, pressing the sole of it into my face so I am, once again, smelling your toes.

"Oh I do babe, I want your big hard dick deep inside me." You purr, pushing your foot harder into my face, your fingers moving faster "but I want you to suffer moooorreeaaaauuunrghhh". You cum, kicking me with a spasmodic jerk as you do. "Ahhhhhh" You sigh, relaxing, but leaving your foot pinning my head against the wall.

We remain in this pose for a minute while you regain your composure, and I breathe in the smell of your orgasm, and the stink from between your toes.

"Take that beautiful cock out babe, jerk it for me."

I comply hastily, hard from licking you, harder from the denial, harder again from being under your foot. I stroke myself, grip myself, pump faster and faster, watch you watching me, watching me jack myself off to the smell of your toes. My breathing is faster now, I'm going to- "Stop." You say, as I approach the brink. I obey, reluctantly, and drop my hands to my sides.

"Such a good boy" You say, evidently delighted by my obedience, your control over me. "You can go back to rubbing my feet now." You say, eyes twinkling with mirth, removing your foot from my face, and dropping it heavily into my lap.

I bite my lip, and resume massaging you. I try to manoeuvre so my cock can have some respite, but whichever foot I am not rubbing finds it, teasing roughly and relentlessly.

While you torture me, you tell me about your day, like normal, until it is time for bed.