I woke at 6 AM to the sound of my alarm, an hour before mistress. Though the cupboard under the stairs was hardly luxury, I couldn't help but feel I was the luckiest slave in the world. I began my morning chores, scrubbing and cleaning the kitchen, before loading mistress' laundry into the washing machine. I then began to hand wash her panties, a task I relish despite the discomfort it causes my caged cock. Then ascending the stairs to her bedroom, I place her morning coffee at the side of her bed, before kneeling and kissing her feet.
"Good morning slave, did you sleep well?" Mistress laughs, before giving me a swift kick.
"Massage my feet while I drink my coffee."
As mistress extends her left foot I immediately get to work, kneading the balls of her foot, before gently squeezing each individual toe. After about 10 minutes she indicates for me to switch feet, and I repeat the process. Mistress lets out an audible sigh as I press my thumbs into the arch of her right foot, before continuing the pressure down to her heel.
I can see mistress laying back and closing her eyes. I know how much she enjoys having her feet pampered and I am often commanded to spend hours at a time doing so.
Biting her bottom lip, she begins taunting me "I bet you'd love to massage my feet with your mouth slaveboy."
"Yes please mistress" I replied "please let me worship your beautiful feet."
"I love it when you beg, it makes me horny knowing that you're locked up in chastity desperate to worship these pretty toes."
Now I can feel my cock throbbing in its cage. I continue rubbing mistress' feet as she sits up on the side of the bed. Her foot is right next to my face now, however I dare not lick without permission. Her other foot is gently resting on my thigh.
"Awwwww are you trying to get hard?" Mistress coos as her toes gently brush up and down my chastity device.