Author's note: Sorry for throwing this out of the blue, but John's mom is named Claire Addison. I may have forgotten to write the name in the previous chapters and it wasn't needed, so that's that. And due to bloody exams and test and stuff, this took forever to be written.
I awoke when I felt her lips on mine. Opening my eyes slowly I said:
"Good morning, mistress." then smiled at her after she had broken our kiss.
She was already dressed. And had two cups of coffee in her hands.
"Good morning, love. How did you sleep?"
"Good mistress. I felt like I was in heaven, and was lying on a cloud, while the angles all around were gently caressing my hair."
She gave me a long look and smiled brightly.
"How are you feeling after yesterday? Are you in too much pain?" she said.
"I'm alright mistress. Please don't worry about it."
"I'm glad to hear that. I think we went a little overboard. But, I have to say, I did enjoy it."
She handed me a cup of coffee. I took it and said:
"Well, knowing that you enjoyed it. Makes me happy." I looked her in the eyes and smiled, reassuring her I was alright.
"Good to hear, love." she smiled back and petted me on the head.
I wanted to be the one to serve her. But, I had failed to get up earlier. So, it was only appropriate to apologise for that.
"I'm sorry, mistress. I should have been the one to make the coffee. Please forgive me." there was a disappointed look on my face. I wanted to please her so badly that the fact that I overslept and failed to be the one that woke her up like that made me think I had failed to please her.
She knew what I thought. She could read me like an open book. Caressing my cheek, she said:
"Don't beat yourself over it. I could have woken you up. But, I decided I will be good for once. In fact, this might be a reason for me to punish you later. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
She smiled, leaned towards me, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you, mistress! And yes, yes I'd be happy to be used by you in any way you'd like." Of course I would. It pleased me to know I was bringing her pleasure. No matter the way. If she wanted me to, jump, I would jump. So, of course I would let her punish me without complaining. I felt like her touch was the only thing I needed.
She then looked at me lovingly and said:
"I have already prepared our luggage. You just need to take it to the car. But, first enjoy your coffee in peace."
"Of course, mistress. Thank you again."
She took my chin in the tips of her fingers and kissed me on the lips.
"I'll go check on Becky to see if she is ready."
Without another word, she petted me on the head again and left the room.
I took a sip from the coffee. It wasn't as sweet as I took it, but she had made it for me so I totally enjoyed it. I finished my cup in peace. Then put my clothes on and headed downstairs. I was almost there when mistress passed by me, grabbed me by the hand and took me back to the room.
"We have another half an hour before we go, and I will use it to edge you, or maybe you'll get lucky and I'll let you come. For your information when we get back you are going back in the cage again."
"Of course, mistress, whatever you wish." I had almost forgotten about the cage. Those few days of freedom were so good, that it totally slipped my mind. But, her wish was absolute, so I was going to obey it no matter what.
"I'll edge you just so you can be even hornier when locked. Oh, just thinking about it makes me wet. I'm sorry love, but you will have to endure it."
"Of course, mistress. I would endure anything for you."
"Good! Now..." she left the word hanging and looked at the floor for a split second.
I knew what was expected of me. So, I gulped down the rest of the coffee and jumped straight out of bed, got to my knees, and kissed her feet.
"Take everything off. You don't need any clothes now." she said, smiling sweetly.
Her gentle tone and loving smile made my heart skip a beat. I took my clothes as fast as I could. And since I wasn't wearing much, that made things easier. To be precise I was wearing just boxers.
"Oh, I see you are ready. Or is that just your morning need?"
"I'm always ready for you, mistress. Whenever you need me."
"Of course you are. Now time for some edging."
She stepped on me and wiggled her toes on the head of my member. It felt good, but I wasn't hypersensitive now, so that made thing easier.
"Good, you're doing well. What if I STEP it up a notch?" she said and pressed harder on me when she said "step".
"As you wish, mistress. Anything you wish." I said.
"We both know that is how it is. You will do anything I demand, the moment I want it."
"Yes, mistress. I will."
She moved her foot up and down my length. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to relax. I felt her grabbing me by the hair. She pulled it and tilted my head forcing me to look at her. I opened my eyes, and they met hers.
"Who do you belong to?" she asked.
"To you mistress. Only to you." I said and meant every word. I lived to please her. Now that I think about it, I can't even imagine a day without her. And I don't want to. We were like the opposite sides of a magnet, drawn to each other.
"Good boy!" she said in a gentle voice.
She let go of my hair. The movements of her foot became faster. She moved it up and down my length, and when she was about to go down again, she wiggled her toes on the head of my member. It was electrifying. Her movements felt amazing, but every time she moved her toes, I twitched a bit. It felt way too good. I tried to breathe in rhythm with her movement, but alas that helped little. I tried holding back as much as I could. But, that was easier said than done. I focused on my breathing. Then tried to focus on everything except my member, and the amazing stimulation it received. But after some time my member throbbed, and she immediately stopped.
"Are you trying to come?" she asked.
"No, mistress!" I tried to say as fast as I could and then added, "You said it was edging, so I doubt you will allow me to come. I wouldn't dare do it without your permission."
"Indeed, you won't. But, if you did. The punishment for that would be severe. Not only will I ruin your orgasm, but I will, also not allow you to come for the next month. Do you understand?"
She smiled with a grin that looked both pleased and sadistic. I knew it brought her pleasure. I doubted I would be able to hold out a month. I had to endured it no matter what. And of course I answered with the only possible answer:
"Yes, mistress. I wouldn't want to disobey you. I live to serve you and want to make you happy, so I'll do my best and try not to come."
"Good boy!" she then continued the foot job.
After, a few minutes she said:
"Doing it like that is boring. I have an idea. Anytime you want me to stop, so you can have your "little break". I will slap you hard on the cheek. How does that sound?"
"Of course mistress, as you wish."
"But, what do you think about it?"
"It's a good idea, even though it will make things harder for me. I would like it."
"Oh, love I would too. Now let's continue."
She sat down and took my member in between both her feet and spoke in a commanding tone:
"Hump, slave."
I started awkwardly, moving my hips. It was kind of weird doing it from my knees, but since I didn't have permission to get up, I tried to do it as best as I can. I moved my member in and out from between her beautiful feet. I tried doing it slowly so I can endure it for as much time as I could. I didn't want to fail her. She noticed that and said in a harsh voice:
"You're not doing anything like that! Do it faster, hump harder. Do you want me to punish you for doing a poor job?"
She said and threw me an evil grin. I could tell she enjoyed it very much. She was trying to make it as hard for me as possible.
"No, mistress, please don't. I'm so sorry! I'll do it faster. Please forgive me."
I started going faster even before I could finish my sentence.
"Fine. Let's see how you'll make amends for that." she thought for a second and added. "I thought of letting you go after five more minutes. This wasn't supposed to be so serious, but now I think I'll extend that time to fifteen minutes."
Fifteen minutes wasn't that long. I thought to myself.
"Yes, of course, mistress. Your slave apologises for his misbehaviour. It won't happen again."
"Of course it won't. Or my slave will be severely punished and denied." she took a deep breath and said. "I'm really turned on now, don't disappoint me or you'll regret it."
"Yes, mis..."
Before I could finish my sentence, she pulled me closer and slapped me hard again. The pain ran through my cheek. It hurt, but I had to endure. I didn't want to imagine what mistress might have in store for me if I failed.
I continued moving my hips as much as I could. My body was hot, my breathing rugged. The pleasure was just getting stronger and stronger. My length moved between her feet, and every time my head passed through, my thighs tightened slightly. A few more minutes passed, and I started multiplying numbers, trying to get my mind off the pleasure. I really wanted to come, but I wouldn't dare to. She may have noticed that I was trying to not pay much attention, so she squeezed me harder with her feet. It felt so good. I started counting the seconds just so that I don't get too lost in the pleasure. Five more minutes or so had passed, in which I was doing everything not to think of cumming and suppress the feeling in my member. Being so turned on, I wasn't able to do the math anymore, so I was once again taken away by this wonderful feeling and found it hard to keep going. My legs were legs were shaking. Sweat was dripping from my body. I was taken away by the silence, completely ignoring the sound of my breathing and everything else. All I could focus on was the pleasure mistress was granting me. I was almost like in a trance. Well, until that trance was broken by her voice:
"For the remaining of your torture I will tell you when to go faster and slower. Understood?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Now go faster!"
I started humping faster, but my body was on the verge of orgasm, so I tried to get to the best speed that would help me withstand the remaining time I had. Just when I thought I had a chance, mistress spoke and turned the tables on me.
"Go faster than that."
I did so, but I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand it, so I started begging her.
"Please, mistress, please let me slow down a little. I am very close. I'm so sorry. Please, please have mercy on your slave."
I knew that disobeying her was bad, but cumming without her permission was worse. So, I decided to pick the lesser evil.
She thought for quite a few seconds. But then finally said:
