Tuesday was hell, all I could think about all day was my Mistress and whether or not she would allow me to see her clean shaven pussy that night. I couldn't concentrate on my work properly, and then I started thinking 'what if she makes me choose between seeing it, or licking it?'
By the time I got home I was a complete wreck, and the throbbing in my groin had become so unrelenting that I'd almost stopped noticing it.
Almost.
Once again she was in the shower when I got home, and once again I knew that trying to sneak a look was a bad idea, especially now! So I went on the treadmill again, seeing as she was so keen on me getting fit (haha) and after tea we watched a film together.
She must have noticed how tense I was all evening, but she said nothing, and she seemed completely relaxed, blasé even. But then hadn't I told her not two days ago that a woman who takes control and feels no guilt about it is the hottest of all? I sure did.
The film finished and Mistress flicked the TV off and picked up her book. I sat there for a few minutes wondering what to do with myself, whilst fighting against the growing urge to suggest letting me go down on her. I knew that was a mistake and I wasn't going to fall for that...
Just as I was about to get up and do something useful, Mistress peeled her socks off and without even looking up from her book, pointed her feet towards me. I looked at her gorgeous feet and felt my poor cock swelling inside my pants for the hundredth time (at least) since that glorious Sunday. God that seemed a long, long time ago now.
She said nothing but lifted one of her feet, obviously inviting me to kiss it. I got up and knelt on the floor next to her chair, more than happy to go along with whatever my Mistress wanted me to do. I gently supported her foot with my hands and kissed all over her instep, then down the sides and all over her sole before sucking each of her beautiful little toes into my mouth one after another, before starting all over again.
After three times through this routine, Mistress swapped her feet, still without a word. My cock throbbed hopelessly, without even a chance of being touched tonight, or tomorrow for that matter, or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that...
I concentrated on attending to my Mistress's beautiful feet and completed another cycle of three before Mistress put her book down and thanked me for being a good slave. I felt very proud at that moment, but any thought that I had earned something more was quickly squashed as she told me she was really tired and was going to bed. I tried not to look disappointed, but it was pretty obvious I was crushed.
"I promise we'll do something tomorrow," she whispered as she kissed me goodnight. "Don't stay up to late will you... and don't touch your cock!"
"No Mistress," I said sincerely. Calling her Mistress had become second nature now, where once it was only used at very specific times. I had barely noticed the transition and I had to say, I liked it.
Needless to say, even though I went to bed well before midnight it was well past 1:30am before I finally managed to gain the relief of sleep...
- - -
Wednesday dragged like no day had ever dragged before. With the promise of 'doing something' at the forefront of my mind, I could barely wait to get home and to sample my Mistress's delicious, bald pussy. But of course, things never work out quite how you imagine they might...
As I approached our house I saw a silver Mondeo parked outside the front garden. I drove past it and turned to pull into the drive, but instead of being half-full of my wife's car it was completely empty.
I parked up and walked round to the front door, wondering who's the Mondeo was and where my wife was. I opened to front door and immediately heard voices from the front room. I walked in and saw my wife chatting to a slighlty older guy in a smart business suit.
"Hi," I said, actually thinking 'who the fuck are you?'.
They both turned and smiled.
"Hello," they said together.
"My car's broken down," said my wife. "I took it to a garage near work and Jeff brought me home."
"Oh right..." I said, slightly suspiciously.
"Well I'd better get off," said Jeff. "Or my wife will wonder where I am, thanks for the drink."
"Thanks for the lift," said my wife warmly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Jeff walked past me to the front door and left us alone. My wife turned and put her arms around me, her mouth meeting mine in a deep kiss. She seemed in a terribly good mood for someone who's car had broken down. But I said nothing. Instead I returned the kiss as I felt my cock swelling yet again, despite the fact that I knew it wasn't going to get any attention no matter how big and hard it got.
"What's up with the car?" I asked when she finally broke the kiss.
"Oh just something little, they're getting the part first thing tomorrow, so I can pick it up at dinner time."
