NB Both parties mentioned below are over 18 and are in a consenting BDSM switch relationship.
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I open the door to you wearing a dressing gown, but with dark Domme make up and blood red lips and my hair pulled up and away from my face. We kiss lightly before I turn and you follow me upstairs to my room.
With the bedroom door shut I gaze at you. The mere sight of the few Domme features I am currently displaying has already caused your breathing to be faster and heavier than normal.
'Strip for me' I order you. You immediately begin to quickly unbutton your shirt but I stop you.
'No, no, slowly...'
You tentatively undo the remaining buttons, take out your arms and neatly fold your shirt, placing it on the bed next to you. You reach down and slowly unbuckle your belt, sliding it out of the loops and tightly coiling it. I stand and watch you appreciatively, head cocked to one side and a satisfied smile on my face. You then unzip and step out of your trousers and boxers, leaving you presented to me, wearing nothing but your most recent cock cage, padlocked shut, tightly constricting your erection.
'Good boy. Now, on your knees!'
You quickly collapse down onto the floor, spreading your knees wide to present your cock to me and look down at the floor, where in your peripheral vision you can just see my black patent leather heels. With you in my desired position I step forward until I'm standing less than a metre away from you.
I know you have a thing for heels, particularly my legs in them, a desire I enjoy fulfilling, but you still look shocked at my next order.
'Kiss my shoe'
I raise one foot and place it on your thigh, pressing down just a little so the sharp heel digs into your flesh.
'Go on, kiss it!'
You nervously lean forward, contorting yourself awkwardly to reach my shoe and kiss the toe.
'That's it, keep going' I say, enjoying my elevated view of my willing slave submitting to me. You do so; placing lots of little kisses as far around the shoe as you can reach. I reach down and run my fingers through your hair, tousling it. 'Good boy, you are beginning to show your worthiness of serving me'
You say nothing as you continue to kiss my other shoe, but I see you smile. Having been in your cock cage for nearly seven days now, your balls are aching and full and you long to cum. This hasn't been helped by me sending you stories and pictures of myself throughout the week, ensuring you are frequently erect and throbbing, with me constantly on your mind.
'Good, you may stop'.
Placing one final kiss you lean back to your kneeling position, arms behind your back and look up at me. With a flourish I open my dressing gown and let it slide off my arms onto the floor. It is a sight you have seen many times now, but one that never fails to thrill you - my waist cinched in and my breasts pushed up by my corset, with stockings framing my sleek, creamy thighs. I enjoy your attention as your eyes hungrily drink me in and I lean down all the way to kiss your forehead.
'Stand' I order you as I straighten up again. You do as I ask, scrambling to your feet. I reach out and gently wrap my hand around your chastity cage, pulling you closer with it.
'So, it's been the allotted seven days... Have you behaved during that time?'
'Yes, mistress!' you respond eagerly.
I lightly caress the base of your cock and your balls, heavy and swollen, with one fingertip and you shiver in pleasure and desperation. I consider for an agonisingly long moment - you had been whining earlier in the week, begging to be released, but this had eased off as you accepted I would not yield to your pleading, and your subsequent service had been exemplary.
'Very well, I have been impressed with your service, and you seem to have learned your lesson'. I reach between my breasts and retrieve your key on its chain and it spins, catching the light. I reach down, and gently unlock the padlock and slide your device off.