The cool September breeze blew in off the lake and caused the candle light in the room to ebb and flow. It kissed Brian's naked body and heightened his senses, spurring on his anticipation of what was to come. It was his fifth wedding anniversary and his wife Allison had surprised him with a weekend getaway to a posh bed and breakfast on the shore of Lake Huron. The quiet hotel was literally only a few dozen feet from the lake and included many great amenities, a fireplace, a private hot tub, and was stunningly furnished.
He knew this because he was currently tied to the comfortable king size bed and his wife has disappeared into the bathroom carrying a duffle bag, leaving him with nothing but his imagination stirring up dizzyingly more erotic scenarios by the minute. As he contemplated what she might have in store for him he reflected on what had happened so far.
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At first he thought it was the wine talking when she had started to come onto him as they sat on the loveseat looking out at the crashing waves. The sultry sound of jazz playing softly from the sound system in the background as she kissed him, pressing her soft lips against his ever so gently. Teasing his senses with every delicate note and drawing out the occasional kiss by easing her tongue towards his. Several minutes went by and he could feel the urgency of arousal passing through her lips. Red blotches of skin appeared around her neck and collarbone and he could feel the burgeoning pressure of his cock growing in his pants. He brushed aside her shoulder length black hair as he slowly trailed his lips from her mouth down the side of her neck, planting subtle kisses as he went and watching goose bumps form on her arms.
He continued to work his way across her collarbone slowly, with the delicacy of a surgeon, lightly sucking as he made sure to make contact with every bit of her flushed skin. Allison stifled a light moan and he looked up to see she was biting her lip ever so slightly in pleasure as she watched him continue through sagging eyelids. He nibbled on her collarbone ever so slightly as he made the return trip across her body. Her nipples were straining erect against her sapphire tank top and he moved to trace them through her shirt with his fingers.
"Mhm...I don't think so loverboy," she whispered seductively as she reached out her hand and pushed his away. He looked at her quizingly for a moment, there was no way she wasn't feeling the moment. "Oh? You don't like hearing 'no'? This is going to be a long weekend for you." she finished with a big smile as she opened her large brown eyes and met the gaze of his blue ones.
"What are you talking about?" Brian asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, let's just say this little getaway isn't the only surprise I have planned for you this weekend," she said as she reached down and picked up her wine glass, giving it a swill and taking a drink.
"What else have you got in store?"
"You'll see," she said wryly as she leaned back on the loveseat with her wine glass still in hand. She lifted her legs and rested her sock clad feet in his lap. "Rub my feet," she said, one part question and one part command. She raised the wine glass to her lips again before he could protest
Obediently he took one of her feet into his hands and began to rub along her instep with gentle pressure. Working his thumbs up and down the sole of her foot and alternating between light caresses and deep sensual massaging. He continued on and looked over to see that she had closed her eyes and was apparently enjoying her foot rub every bit as much as he was.
It was no secret that he had a foot fetish, they had discussed it but things had never really gone any farther than that. He couldn't help but think that Allison was using this to her full advantage for some nefarious purpose and his suspicion was confirmed when she began rubbing the sole of her other foot against the bulge in his jeans. He let out a soft moan and looked over to see her giggling from behind her wine glass.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Mmhmm," he hummed as he felt his heart skip a beat from his growing arousal and his utter disbelief that this was actually happening. He grabbed her other foot and began to massage it in turn, repeating the motions he had just performed.
"Come on slaveboy, show me how much you really love my feet," she said confidently, breaking the silence. Something about the way she was addressing him was stirring up untapped passions deep inside him. He was normally the aggressor in their relationship, and her fresh take on things certainly had his attention.
With that he slid her socks off and saw her perfectly painted toes, a fresh coat of purple nail polish on them. He lightly ran his hands up and down her high arches, feeling every inch of the soft moisturized skin of her soles. As his fingertips continued on in their labor of love his mind contemplated what her freshly pedicured, size 8 feet would feel wrapped around his cock. He continued massaging her feet for several minutes, unsure of where things were headed, but happy to follow along. She gestured for him to get his cock out and the moment he unfastened his pants it sprang free from its confines, growing even harder.
"Is that all you've got?" she asked incredulously as she pushed her foot towards his face. "Worship me like you mean it!" she demanded. It took him a minute to realize that she wasn't talking about his erection and instead wanted more attention paid to her feet.
He brought the foot that was mere inches from his face to his mouth and began kissing delicately along her inner ankle. The sensation of his lips on an area that seldom saw such attention caused Allison to tremble ever so slightly. As he worked his tongue up and down her arch he saw a shiver of excitement ripple through her body in the flickering light of the fireplace. It matched the arousal he felt continuing to build deep in his groin. He let out a soft moan as she began rubbing the soft sole of her other foot up and down his manhood. Time escaped him as he continued kissing her feet and licking and sucking her perfect toes, all the while she continued to take his arousal to new heights with her foot antics. In his mind it could have been minutes or it could have been hours, but he noticed that precum leaked down the head of his cock.
"I bet you would love it if I jerked you off with my feet, wouldn't you slaveboy?"
"Mmhmm..." he moaned, her big toe still in his mouth, "...oh please..jerk with your feet and make me cum!" he begged.
"What's in it for me?" she said, the air in her voice changing to a more greedy tone, "I'm giving you what you want, but you're so focused on your sad little cock, that you haven't even considered how you can please me." She moved both of her feet between his legs now, working the head of his cock between her big toe and second toe, gently stroking it. The toes of her other foot were buried in his scrotum where she wiggled them seductively and tickled his balls.
"Oh God that feels good..what do you want baby?" he groaned as she continued manipulating him with her feet. He began to slide his hand up her leg towards her pussy with every intent of satisfying her.
"All in due time..." she said as she firmly swatted his hand away. "You're mine for the weekend, to do as I command, that is if you want to cum."
"Mmm...yes"
"It's 'yes Mistress'" she corrected with a smirk as she applied greater pressure to his balls with her foot.
"Yes Mistress!"
