I was still licking the remnants of mistress' piss as I heard her leave the house for her run. On hearing the door slam, I turned on the shower, my second of the morning, though not as enjoyable as the first. I hoped the cold water would help my aching cock, which was still bulging in its chastity device. Then I reluctantly brushed my teeth, removing the lingering taste of my mistress' toilet trip.
I began preparing breakfast, warming up a croissant before chopping up fruit, once the fruit salad was ready I squeezed some fresh orange juice. Taking a glass I waited by the door for mistress' return. Kneeling on the uncomfortable wooden floor naked, I was quivering with anticipation. Hearing the key in the door, I could feel a twitch in my cock cage.
"Phew, what a run, your goddess has worked up quite a sweat." Mistress remarked matter-of-factly as she walked into the hall, out of breath and covered in beads of perspiration.
She looked stunning in her tight leggings, with her hair tied up, and stuck to her neck with sweat. I was always appreciative of her physique and the effort she put into maintaining it. Despite approaching 40 (15 years my senior), mistress was able to have me on my knees at the click of her fingers, worshiping her from head to toe, captivated by her curves. Indeed when I was offered the chance to become her live in slave, I couldn't believe my luck.
My reminiscing was cut short as mistress spat on my face, before ordering my to open my mouth so she could deposit a large wad of phlegm, which she had obviously been saving for me. Then taking the orange juice from my outstretched hand she took a sip, before presenting me with her armpit.
"It was hot outside, and I didn't put on deodorant, can you smell your goddess" she laughed as I pressed my face in, inhaling her aroma. I was intoxicated by her scent, breathing deeply, before being ordered to lick them clean. I began licking with fervour, before flattening my tongue and changing to long strokes. Then switching armpits I was rewarded with a fresh taste of my mistress' salty musk.
Once satisfied, mistress walked through to the spotlessly cleaned kitchen, where her breakfast had been freshly prepared and laid out for her. Sitting at the table she signaled for me to kneel at her feet.
"Good slave, I think you've earned a treat, take off my trainers."
I immediately dropped to the floor, kissing her shoes before unlacing one and sliding it off carefully, revealing her perfectly pedicured bare foot. Mistress let out a sigh before stretching her toes, a sly grin on her face.
"I must have forgotten to wear socks, hope you don't mind."
With her other foot she pushed my head down, indicating for me to smell her trainer. I inhaled deeply as mistress laughed, using my back as a footstool.
"It was so hot outside, those trainers must really stink." she stated, before putting her foot in my face. The scent of her foot was pure ecstasy, the natural odor, combined with the smell of her running shoe and her sweat, was an intoxicating mix. I was in heaven with my nose between her toes.
"Worship my foot" Mistress ordered casually without even looking at me. I did not need to be told twice. I began showering the sole with kisses, before moving on to the balls of her foot and her heel. I could already taste her unique flavour before I started licking from the bottom to the top. Glancing up, I could see that my mistress was eating her fruit, completely ignoring me as I knelt before her, tongue bathing her sweaty feet. It wasn't until I took her big toe in my mouth that mistress let on that she was enjoying having her feet worshipped.
