Even though I had come home early, I had a hard day and I wasn't in the mood for any of his yappy bullshit the minute I walked in the door. Plus I had something to discuss with him, that frightened me a bit.
So the minute he opened his mouth, I told him to shut up and that I wasn't in the mood. I told him to pour me some white wine and to bring it to me in the living room.
By the time he brought it to me I had sat in my easy chair and had kicked my shoes off. I noticed immediately that he was fully dressed, I like to keep him naked as much as possible when at home. I like how it accentuates our relative positions. I asked him why.
Charlie reminded me that he had to go to our attorney's office this afternoon to sign some papers for his recently deceased father's estate and that he had just returned before I got home.
And I reminded him that was no excuse to deprive me of access to his body whenever I wanted it. I told him I was too tired to punish him now, but that he would be punished later.
Instead, I told him I wanted him naked this minute, and I wanted a foot rub. Immediately, he removed his clothes and asked if he could put his street clothes away. I told him to do it later and give me that foot rub, instead.
Charlie sat on the floor at my feet and asked if he could begin. Slowly I raised my right foot to his lips and pressed my toes between them. Trained to yield to me at all times and in all ways, his lips parted enough to let my toes in his mouth. I also placed my left foot in his lap.
"You may suck on the toes of one foot, and perform a firm massage on the other foot." I love it when he sucks on my toes, I can feel the joints loosen as he sucks and I enjoy how his tongue carefully cleans them. I was in heaven . . .
After about 20 minutes, the wine, and the gentle service of a loving husband, did their job. I pulled away from Charlie and stood up, my left foot trapping his erect penis to the floor.
"Without standing" I said, "Remove my skirt and panties"
Charlie did so with great gentleness, but once they were on the floor around my ankles, he could proceed no further since my foot was placed so that his dick was trapped under it.
"Mistress, If you woul . . ."
"You are my Slave, are you not?" I asked as I moved my foot from his erect penis.