She Lies It More Than I Do

Today is now Monday, workday, a day where I woke up feeling I could distract myself from some of the horniness I have been feeling since the end of the day yesterday. I thought being able to come in the cage would be somewhat more of a relief, however I was wrong. I felt a slight decrease in my urges, sure, however the majority of it was still present. All throughout the night I tossed and turned in bed, finding myself rubbing my cage against the bed in a desperate attempt to satisfy my needs. The soreness of the strain was a stark reminder of my situation, forcing me to think about how it's only been one day out of the fourteen I had been sentenced to.

Getting down to my office, I noticed Goddess was gone from the townhouse altogether. Typically, she leaves a little later in the day, but I guess she had to go in early today. I brought out my phone to text her.

"Good morning, Goddess"

Good morning baby, how'd you sleep?

"I slept ok, I was sort of tossing and turning all night, lol."

I know, you kept waking me up with some of your movements

"I'm sorry Goddess, I am still trying to adjust to being locked up. It's a slow learning curve I guess"

It's ok honey, I get it, good thing you have some time to get used to it. It's going to be a long two weeks for you, but you'll manage <3

"You're right Goddess...did you have to go into work early today?"

Of course I am honey...and no, I wanted to get some steps in before I went to work this morning. I'll be back home in a few minutes.

"Sounds good Goddess, see you soon!"

Yes baby, be at the front door on your knees in 5 minutes.

"Yes Goddess"

Fuck, what could she want from me at the front door? I guess I shouldn't question it, but curiosity has the best of me. My penis twitched to life for a brief moment, again reminding me of the soreness and of my confinement.

I checked a few emails as I cautiously looked back and forth at the clock. When the four minute mark came, I got up and started to walk towards the front door. I had the brief thought that I should probably put a shirt on, but that was quickly thrown away as I heard the keys jingling from the other side of the door. I got down on my knees, sat back onto my heels, and looked up waiting for what Goddess needed. Goddess opened the door with curious eyes drifting downwards to see me on the floor as she had asked. A smile creeped up on her lips and she patted my head.

"Good boy" she cooed.

I smiled up at her. "Was your workout good?" I replied.

"No talking baby, just follow instructions,"

she said somewhat coldly. "

Lay down on the floor with your head closer to the door"

I moved from my kneeling position to the floor with my hands first, then turning over to get onto my back and look up at her. Now I really wished I had put a shirt on.

"Do not move" she commanded.

She smiled as she lifted one of her legs and gently placed one of her shoe'd foot onto my face and pressed down slightly. The smell of the rubber of her foot mixed with the rubber of the treadmill was the only sense present at this point, as I could no longer see.

"Untie" she commanded again.

I lifted my hands up and onto the top of her shoe, feeling for the laces and the ends of the strings to pull and loosen the bow. I grabbed both sides of the color of her shoe and pulled so the res of the laces could become looser. She lifted her foot slightly and brought it down by chin, then pushed the heel of the shoe onto my chin to break her foot free. The pressure wasn't too bad, no pain really at all, and the now unlocked smell of her sweaty socked foot made my cock twitch. With her shoe now resting on my chest, she placed her heel near my mouth, her bent foot placed her toes up in the air.

"No hands," she demanded, "take off my sock."

I grabbed the side of her sock with my teeth and held it tight as I moved my head to release her heel. She moved her foot back, rubbing her sweaty sole across my upper lip, nose, and forehead, until her bare toes were resting on my forehead. I let go of the sock and it fell to my neck.

"Good boy, now stick your tongue out," she said lovingly.

I stuck my tongue out and she proceeded to rub the entirety of the bottom of her foot and heel against my tongue. I would swallow every few strokes of her foot to make sure my tongue was wet, savoring the salty and sweaty taste of her foot. She brought her foot up and pointed her toes down and inserted each individual toe into my mouth. She didn't need to tell me what to do next, I just started sucking on them.

She repeated the process for the other foot. When she was done, both shoes now rested on my chest, both socks on my neck, and the smell of her sweaty foot and my saliva was covering my face. She bent down to grab both of her shoes and placed them on the shoe rack near the door. She bent down again and grabbed both of her socks.

"Open up" she smiled.

I opened up my mouth and she shoved both of her socks into my mouth, gagging me slightly, and filling my mouth up again with the taste of her sweat and cotton.

"Wait here until I am ready to leave" she commanded.

I watched her walk away as her ass swayed with each step. I followed her with my eyes until she turned to go up the stairs to our bedroom. I laid there patiently, listening to her footsteps above me, imagining her going into the closet to get naked and then changed into her work clothes. I heard her move into the bathroom and then listened as the hairdryer turned on. I knew I would be laying here for a few minutes, so I closed my eyes and continued to wait.

I guess I must have fallen asleep...The poor sleep I had gotten the night before made laying down on the floor seem comfortable...or at least laying down must have made it easier to drift off. I woke up to the same pressure again on my face, trying to open my eyes but they were being pressed down by something hard again. The pressure gave way and I was able to see Goddess lifting one of her work shoes, a flat heel, lifting off my face.

"You're awake," she smiled, "someone must be tired."

With a slight laugh she placed her other flat onto my face and I felt the pressure of her foot start at my chin as she sipped her toes into the front, then pressure near my eyebrows and forehead as she pressed her heel into the rest of the shoe. When she lifted her foot, her legs/feet now strattled my head and I got a clear look up under her skirt to see the outer lips of her vagina gripping onto the small black g-string she was wearing underneath. The way the string disappeared behind her vagina and into her perfect perky ass made the strain in my cage make me wince slightly.

"Just something to think about when I am gone today baby," she laughed slightly. "I'm expecting you to be on the floor again like this when I get home...In fact, this will be the new routine for you every time I need to take shoes off, or put them on."

I continued to look up as she moved and my view of under her skirt went away.

As she grabbed the door handle she commanded me again.

"Make sure you put those socks in the machine when you wash my clothes today. Love you baby."

I tried to say I love you back, but all that came out was muffled attempts at words. The sound of her laugh was the last thing I heard before the door shut behind her.

"Fuck me" I thought as I slowly sat up and took the socks out of my mouth. The mixed feelings of anxiety, lust, and excitement hopefully will help me be productive today.

***

The workday was productive...but not as productive as I would have liked. Between the constant horny thoughts and replaying this morning, it was hard to concentrate. Doing Goddess's laundry as I struggled to focus with work didn't help much either. The second load of laundry was just starting it's dryer cycle when I got the text from her.

"I'll be home in 20 minutes baby, be ready when I get there."

"Yes Goddess, is there anything you need" I replied.

"Not at this moment, but I'll have some tasks for you when I get home. Love you."

"Love you too."

I finished up some end of the day emails as my mind raced about the potential tasks I would be asked to do when she got home. Hopefully nothing too laborious, my body and mind are still tired. The dryer had about 30 min left when I looked at the time and saw I had only two minutes to spare. I got up from the chair and went to the front door to kneel and wait for Goddess. I felt the anticipation and excitement creep up within me as I looked up at the door, waiting to hear the sound of her keys. Finally, the jingling of her keys made my heart skip a beat and I tried to sit up in a perfect posture position.

"There you are," she said as she opened the door and stepped through the doorway, "looking like a cute little puppy waiting for me at the door. Good boy."

Her words echoed in my head. I guess I do look like a dog waiting for my owner right now.

"Down boy" she commanded and pointed at the floor.

I laid down with my head pointed at the door and she used my chin to slip her heel out of her shoe. She repeated her actions from this morning, though this time she didn't have to tell me to stick my tongue out, I was already ready.

"Good boy," she smiled.

She repeated her actions for her other shoe and foot. The smell and taste of her feet were especially potent after a long day of working in shoes without socks. The combination made my cock strain again in its prison. When her feet were cleaned to her liking, she put her shoes onto the rack and then walked into the living room to sit down on the couch.

"Come here and kneel near me baby," she said as she pointed to the floor next to where she was sitting on the couch.

I got up and walked over to the couch, dropping to my knees to look at her almost eye to eye.

"Yes Goddess?" I asked.

"Were you able to get my laundry done and put away?" She asked.

I gulped, "well, I got half of it done. The rest of it is still drying."

Her face changed slightly.

"Hmm...that's not what I requested now is it?" She said coldly.

"I apologize Goddess, I had a lot of work to do today. I did my best to get it done. I still plan to fold the rest of your clothes and put them away as soon as they are done in the dryer."

"Hmmm..." she paused "I guess that is understandable, however I feel somewhat of a punishment might be in order."

I waited patiently to hear what she was going to say.

"I think this might be more of a fun-ishment, because you did at least remember to do it," she said as she started to smile. "Let me ask you this first though...How much did you enjoy being my doormat? I know you've always had a foot fetish, but how did you like being my personal doormat?"

"To be honest," I responded somewhat timidly, "I really enjoyed it. I loved the smell and taste of your feet. I felt myself straining in the cage when you used me to push you feet into your shoes, and to take your shoes off. Keeping your socks in my mouth was exciting as well. I smelt and tasted you all day."

"Good," she responded, "I was going to have you eat me out tonight and give me a foot massage for a few minutes, however, since you love my feet so much, I think I'll kick it up a notch. Tonight after dinner, I want to watch one of my shows, and there are a few episodes that have been released. You are going to eat me out until I cum, then you'll give me a foot massage for at least three of the episodes."

I nodded my head and responded, "Ok Goddess, but isn't the show you are going to watch have hour-long episodes? That's like three hours...I don't know if I can do it for that long."

Her smile shifted slightly to reflect some callousness now.

"Are you questioning my task for you?" She asked with a sense of bitterness.

"No Goddess, I am just saying I don't know how long I can last for," I pleaded.

"With that in mind," she returned quickly, "lets do this instead. How about you massage my feet until I fall asleep, and if you stop for anything other than to put more oil or lotion on, or to get water, then I'm going to add another week to your cage sentence."

"Ok Goddess, I am sorry, I will massage your feet for as long as you ask."

"Good boy. You know what? I'm not feeling that tired right now, but I think I can eat and get in bed early. Maybe I'll be able to stay up late and watch all 6 episodes in the series," her smile became increasingly more wicked as she spoke.

I gulped.

***

After dinner she showered as I brought up a chair and the massage oil and lotion we had to the bedroom to prepare for my long task. She got out of the shower and began to dry herself off as I finished, then got prepared to shower myself. After showering, I got dressed, and came out to see her already ready for my tasks.

My heart skipped a beat to see her naked on top of the covers, legs spread with her knees up in the air. The afternoon light cascaded through the blinds of the window and illuminated her body. The shadows cast off the side of her body elongated her perfect features, exaggerating her perfect breasts and nipples on the bedsheets. The smell of her lotion lingered in the air, a fragrant cherry vanilla scent that softened the room and made my senses go crazy. Her deep colored eyes looked at me like a hawk watching its prey, beckoning me to come over and take care of her needs. It's hard to describe how beautiful she is in my mind, my thoughts tripping over themselves.

She didn't have to tell me, I could see it in her eyes. Her needs. I laid down on the bed in front of her and put my head in between her legs. I moved up and kissed her stomach gently, moving around to make sure I placed my lips on as much of her navel area as I could. I slowly worked my way down to her pelvis, breathing slowly and deeply through my nose to inhale her scent, a mix of cherry vanilla lotion and the natural smell of her skin. Almost intoxicated in her smell and my own lust I kissed down and around her vagina, breathing slowly to tease her a little bit of what was to come. I truly do love eating her out. I couldn't hold it anymore. I kissed her clitoris.

My mouth explored her with reverence, tracing slow, deliberate strokes along her slick folds. My tongue flicked against her clit, circling and pressing, savoring the way she trembled on me. The taste of her, warm, slightly sweet, and intoxicating, flooded my senses, drawing me deeper into the rhythm of her pleasure. I felt her thighs tense around me, her breath hitching, her body arching as I devoured every shudder, every moan. When she finally came, her release pulsing against my lips, made me want to stay like this forever.

"Wow baby that was amazing," she cooed, "keeping you locked up and horny was the best decision we've ever made. You've never eaten me out like that before."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it Goddess," I said triumphantly."

"I'm even more excited for this foot massage now," she said with a smile resting on her face.

I got up to go grab a towel to wipe my face, when Goddess stopped me before I got into the bathroom.

"Wait a second baby. I want you to leave my juices on you. Leave them on your face and your tongue as you massage my feet. I want you to smell and taste me as you pleasure my body even more. A nice reminder of who you serve now."

"Yes my Goddess," I replied as the strain in my cage continued to throb.

As I take my position to sit at the foot of the bed, she starts to put on her pajamas. The bottle of lotion cool in my hands as I squeeze a generous amount onto my palms. She turns on the TV to find her show. Rubbing them together, I warm the lotion before gliding my hands over her bare feet, working it into her skin with slow, deep strokes. My thumbs press into her arches, kneading in circular motions, while my fingers dig gently into the balls of her feet, coaxing out any lingering tension. I roll each toe between my fingers, pulling lightly before tracing firm lines along the length of her soles. A soft moan escapes her lips, barely audible over the sound of the TV, and I know I've hit the perfect spot. She sighs, stretching lazily, completely absorbed in her show, while I focus on keeping a steady rhythm, ensuring no inch of her feet goes untouched.

By the start of the second episode, a dull ache has settled into my hands, but I push through, adjusting my grip to keep the pressure just right. She shifts slightly, letting out another quiet moan as I press into the curve of her arch, and I bite back my own discomfort. The third episode makes it worse--my fingers are cramping, my wrists stiff, but she's too lost in her show to notice my struggle. Every so often, she makes a soft, contented sound, reinforcing that I dare not stop. By the fourth and final episode, my hands are on fire, but I grit my teeth and keep going, rubbing slow, steady circles into her soles, my thumbs working along the tendons in her heels. Her moans grow softer now, sleepier, until finally, as the credits roll, I notice her breathing has deepened and she's gone still. I let my hands drop, flexing my sore fingers with a quiet sigh. I put her socks on and pull the blanket over her, watching her peaceful face for a moment before sinking back, thinking that tomorrow, who knows what I will be in store for. God I'm so horny.