I had served my Mistress for over a decade. We had established the nature of our relationship.
I was her crossdressing submissive cuck slave. She was not even seeking such a relationship, but I fell in her lap.
I'd revealed my fantasies a little at a time. Like most women, she wanted an alpha man, so we both knew there was no long term future. Nonetheless, we enjoyed each other's company, so we had a friendship with a sexual component.
I had shared with her all my kinks, in detail. I had told her every nuance of my sexuality. It was exciting for me, to be sharing a lunch, and also sharing my deepest kinky fantasies. We'd shared hundreds of lunches over the years.
She'd accepted me as her willing slave. For years, I had cleaned her house, dressed in panties, a bra holding my fake boobies in place, a tight camisole top, and high heels. I had conveyed to her, this was a powerful turn-on for me. She never lifted a finger, simply gave orders, upon which I always answered, "Yes Mistress."
She walked around in any manner, naked, or fully dressed. Sometimes she teased, wearing a panty and a satin camisole, laying on her couch, talking to a girlfriend, (or boyfriend), on the phone. Her nipples poked thru the sheer cami, and my mouth watered. My penis had become trained, staying soft inside my panties. If I got hard, she'd order me to go stand in a cold shower, (a fantasy I'd shared), and it worked. My pee pee stayed soft, unless she allowed otherwise.
She'd point to her feet. I'd drop what I was doing, grab a towel and lotion, and sit at the other end of the couch with her feet in my lap.
She loved her feet massaged. (Perhaps this was a main reason she continued our relationship). I'd take a foot, apply a generous amount of lotion, and massage every millimeter, deeply and attentively. She'd issue one word orders, "There," and I'd work devotedly on that spot while she moaned in satisfaction.
Her foot massages sometime lasted over an hour. If she was feeling playfully teasing, she have me suck her toes. And if she felt a bit devious, she'd tease, "That's a good slave. You like sucking my toes, don't you?"
One afternoon, she spoke with her friend, Christy, as I massaged, and told her about me. She told Christy that I was there, at her house, as they spoke.
Christy asked, "What's he doing there?"
Mistress: "He's massaging my feet. Have I ever told you he's my slave?"
Christy exclaimed, "What?!!"
Mistress, "He's an occasional lover, but mostly, he's my willing slave."
Christy, "What do you mean, your slave?"
Mistress, "We dated a short while, and he just came out and told me, he was a submissive. As time went by, I thought why not? There's no down side for me, I can date anyone I please, and he's still my slave. In fact, he likes when I'm fucking some other guy, and making him clean my house. He's cleaned my house every week for years."
Christy, "What's in it for him?"
Mistress, "He loves to kneel and jack off on my feet. I'll sit on the couch, and he'll kneel at my feet, and jack off, and come on my feet. "Isn't that right slave?"
"Yes Mistress," I whisper.
"Louder, so Christy can hear you," she orders.
"Yes Mistress," I loudly reply, both excited and mortified that her friend Christy now knows about me.
"Say it all," Mistress orders.
Loudly I reply as ordered, "Yes Mistress, I love it when you let me jack off on your feet."
Mistress continues, "And then what do you do?"
I loudly reply, "Then I lick my cum off your feet," shuttering as the words come out.
I hear Christy shriek over the phone, "Tell me more!"
Mistress held the phone closer to me and said, "You tell her."
I began, "I am a submissive. Mistress has graciously allowed me to serve as her slave for the last ten years. In her presence, I dress as a sissy, in bras and panties. I clean her house, massage her, and serve however she sees fit."
Christy asked, "Can I see?" And Mistress snapped a photo of me, dressed as her sissy, sucking on her toe, and texted it to Christy.
