"Happy down there boy?" She cooed, holding her phone to the side to look down on the boy. He was kneeling submissively on the floor. Naked except for the leather, linked cuffs on his wrists and on his ankles and the leather collar around his neck; the brown handle of the leash was cupped around her ankle.
"Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress" He panted between kisses of her bare feet. She had ordered him to worship her peds fifteen minutes before and was more than happy to leave him to his devotions all night if need be; he was perfectly happy and she was perfectly aroused by the sensations of her slaveboy showing his utter zeal and love for her bare feet.
The television was on, but it was just background noise. She was scrolling through her phone. Emails and social media and pm's to catch up on as he slave enjoyed his treat. Then a text popped through that completely had her as the captivated one. As if unconsciously she reached down to take the leash from her ankle, pulling it over her foot and holding it in her lap. She didn't even notice whether it inconvenienced the boy worshipping or not. The handle was now around her wrist, actually more falling down her arm towards her elbow as she started to type two handed.
The message was from her favourite friend. A dear friend. Sexy as fuck and the horniest shag in all her phone list. Well... maybe except for the boy, but he was spoilt being with her anyway. The text was simple; four words only. But they literally offered a million billion pictures in her mind. Flashing like paparazzi photo bulbs around a celebrity on the red carpet. The text simply said:
Taking today off work
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"Stop!" She commanded, punctuating the manner by taking her feet from his face and placing them atop his head. An added weight gave the unsaid command to have his face on the floor. A reply to Toni and then one back to her. She almost purred at Toni's response. "Miss Toni is coming over boy." She pressed the heel of her foot on the side of his head, pressuring it into the soft carpet and making him groan. "And that ass of hers isn't going to love itself? Is it boy?"
"No Miss" he gasped. She lifted her feet to the side and used the leash to lift his head up a bit. Once there she pressed the soft soles of her feet side by side on his face. She felt his nose pressed between her arches. Toes on his forehead, heels on his chin.
She tugged on the leash further. Her feet a barrier as she pressed back. His face squished against the soles he so loved. She tugged the leash tighter. Full resistance from her legs. Pressing him in harder. "You liking that boy? Your face being pressed against my feet? Hmm? Soon it'll be Miss Toni's ass on that slutty face of yours!!"
She loosened her grip on the leash and in turn pushed out hard with her legs sending him gasping and sprawling backwards. He fell back on his haunches by the time she pulled back on the leash. It disorientated him. He had been shoved backwards then held firm by his neck and then just as sudden he felt himself tugged straight back.
She stood up, curling the leash around her hand she pulled on it until he got the message and stood. "Bedroom, boy. Time to get you ready." She led him out the living room and down the hall. It was a surprise to him he was allowed to walk instead of being made to crawl.
His Mistress was certainly eager this afternoon.
He had no idea how long he'd been left where he was. His Mistress always took the bedside clock out the room with her when she tied him up; and there was no wall clock. He was on their Kingsize bed. He was on his back. The cuffs on his wrists and ankles were still on. The chain links had been removed though. Instead his Mistress had used rope to not only bind his hand restraints not only tightly together by the metal circles but also to the metal pole in the centre of the headboard. Ropes were also on his feet cuffs but they were pulled to the bottom bedposts, pulling his legs akimbo.
He didn't struggle in his bonds. No point. His Mistress was an expert at the craft of rope work. He just lay. Patient. He hadn't been blindfolded. So he was allowed to see Miss Toni; see her sexy ass descend upon her face or maybe a small mercy to let him see her feet before he was to perform his worship.
He was deaf in one ear. But his good ear did it's little best to compensate and he reckoned he could hear better... so long as it was on his left side. The bedroom door was on the left and it was also left open. To his right was the wall where the window was, blinds shut and also where there always sat a somewhat large wooden chair. It had been made in a craft shop to look like a Roman throne. It was the size of two chairs. Ornate cut wood, but also with a big soft puffy cushion on the seat. It normally housed outfits his Mistress looked out for herself for early morning convenience. It didn't today. As his Mistress has left him bound on the bed she had removed the clothes to leave the cushion free. It was for her to sit on.
He heard Miss Toni arrive. She didn't knock or ring the bell. She was always a welcome guest. But she heard the voices. They were muffled. They were downstairs at the centre of the house and he was in a corner at the back. Yet he could hear his Mistress' voice. He could hear Miss Toni's sexy tones. He could hear giggles and elated conversation. Then he heard the television on.
He lay bound on his own some more.
It was German general Helmuth Von Moltke (the elder that is) that is credited with the phrase: "No plan survives first contact with the enemy." Plenty of military strategists, tacticians and historians would agree. It was sound advice. The Mistress would probably have re-written it: "No plans survives first contact with Miss Toni." That is what she would have said. She should have known it, tying the boy, moving the clothes, opening the bottle of wine with the expectance she could sit and have a glass (or two.. or three) and watch Miss Toni get that sexy ass of her worshipped by the bitch boy.
No.
No chance.
