If I said I woke up early Friday morning, that would indicate that I actually went to sleep. Outside of maybe an hour, I was pretty much up all night, in more ways than one. Despite everything on my mind, the presentation, the barbecue, the main thing I was concerned with was Britney. What 20 year old college girl would stay quiet about what she saw? I figured a summary of the whole dinner was going to be all over social media by Friday morning. It was only a matter of time before everyone at work found out.
On top of that stress, I also had an aching set of balls and a cock that wouldn't soften all night.
Rachel had taken Friday off and was still sleeping when I decided to get out of bed. I figured I might as well get to the office early and prepare for the presentation.
I took another cold shower, which were now becoming the norm for me. I made my way downstairs, carrying my clothes for work.
I didn't feel like eating, so I made myself a cup of coffee for the road and went into the garage to get dressed. I was just tying the knot on my tie when I got a text from Rachel.
Are you dressed yet?"
"Yes, about to get in my car," I texted back.
Her reply text to that, "Toast, fruit and coffee."
Damn! Of course she had to wait for me to get dressed. I immediately took off all my clothes and went back into the kitchen to fix Rachel the breakfast she requested.
I placed two pieces of toast, some cut up strawberries and coffee on a tray and brought it upstairs to her. When I walked into the bedroom, Rachel was sitting up in bed and typing on her phone. She was wearing her blue laced nightgown, with the really low cut in the front. She looked beautiful as always, even first thing in the morning.
"Yay, naked room service," she said, clapping her hands gently.
I put the tray down on top of her legs, told her good morning, gave her a quick kiss and said I needed to get to work.
"No, wait, I didn't dismiss you yet. Get back here."
I turned around slowly and did what I was told. This whole, 'I didn't dismiss you yet,' was a new one.
I reminded Rachel that I had the presentation today and needed to get to work early. Also, I wanted to see if when I got to work, I was going to be able to keep my job after yesterday.
Rachel seemed to be paying no mind to what I said as she ate her toast. "I don't like looking up at you while I'm sitting, kneel down next to the bed."
I got on my knees which put me slightly below eye level with her now. "You know, I'm going to miss you being naked around here after Sunday. That is of course if you pass your assessment."
An assessment was similar to an audit. The big difference was the assessment only dealt with whether or not I completed the assigned corrective measure to Rachel's satisfaction. So far I had passed every assessment.
"You know, I'm considering implementing some more standing rules around here. What do you think about that?"
That's pretty much the last thing I needed to hear right now. "I think we need to discuss any new standing rules," I said as I kept glancing at the time.
My response seemed to amuse Rachel, "Oh sweetheart, you're so cute. Do me a favor, lay down on your back."
"Rachel, I really don't have...," was all I got out. My wife had perfected the art of cutting me off.
"Darling that wasn't really a request," she said to me very matter of factly.
I laid down on the floor, next to the bed. Rachel moved the tray and took her legs out from under the covers. She put her feet down on me, while she remained sitting on the bed. Her right foot was on my chest and her left foot on my stomach. She proceeded to lean over me and continue eating her toast. My wife was literally using me as a floor mat to catch the crumbs that were falling. She ate the first piece of toast and then half of the second. The whole time, looking at her phone in the other hand and not saying a word. I could feel the crumbs falling on me as I laid there. Out of everything she had done to me this week, I actually felt the most humiliated by this. But that's not all I felt.
"You seem to enjoy being under my feet. Your pee pee is pointing at you." Rachel had the look of a woman in complete control of every aspect of her life.
I continued to lay there as she ate her strawberries. By now she had taken her left foot and placed it on my already sensitive balls and pressed down. It was both painful and exillarating. "Do you still want to discuss any standing rule changes," she asked, almost as an after thought.
"No dear, I don't," I said.
"Good, we're in agreement." Then she looked down at me and asked if I had eaten breakfast? I told her I had too much on my mind and wasn't hungry.
"I think you're too tense Steve. You need to loosen up and I know just the thing." With that she placed the half eaten piece of toast on my stomach, just above my hard cock. She told me she thought that if I had the opportunity to orgasm, it would lessen some of the anxiety I was feeling. I agreed with her and asked what the catch was?
Rachel laughed, "You know me so well sweetheart. Here is the deal, I am going to stroke your hard penis with my foot. I will keep going until you say stop. As soon as you say stop, we're done and you can leave for work. If you don't say stop, I will keep going until you ejaculate all over your stomach and this delicious piece of toast. I think it's a win, win for you, because not only will you get to have an orgasm but you will get a very healthy breakfast before you go to work."
I looked up at my wife and thought, what a choice?! I was so horny and uncomfortable though, I was actually considering doing something that I would normally consider repulsive. I didn't have much time to think however as Rachel began stroking my cock with her left foot. It felt so amazing to have her touching me, even if it was with her foot.
"What's the matter, dear? Is the thought of eating your own cum not appealing to you? Remember how you used to expect me to do that for you when we were first married?" Then with a little giggle she added, "yeah, that will never happen again."
I heard everything she said and her words only added to the struggle I was having with myself. Her foot moving up and down on my hard cock felt so good that I didn't want her to stop. At the same time, I didn't want to pass the point of no return and have to eat cum covered toast. As I laid there in both ecstasy and agony, Rachel continued to talk to me.
"It's called recycling dear. It's one of the techniques Dr. Harnisch recommends for men who have serious masturbation problems. I think the chastity device solved that for you but I thought it might be a fun idea right now...at least for me."
I couldn't take much more! I started making noises, none of which were actual words. Rachel kept asking me if I wanted her to stop? Finally, at the absolute last moment, when I couldn't hold back any longer I yelled, "Stop, stop, please stop!"
