Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the thick cream carpet and dark wood furniture of Emily's room. My Goddess was lying on her stomach, reading a book. Her gorgeous figure extended along the bed, down to her dainty feet which she held aloft. I was sitting obediently by her feet, gently massaging them. Emily occasionally flicked to the next page but made no other sound, barely acknowledging my existence. I had wholeheartedly devoted myself to my foot slave duties, and it hadn't gone unnoticed.
Several times at house parties or nights out, Emily had thrown herself down beside me and beckoned me to massage her feet. It attracted quizzical looks in my direction from our friends. Emily commonly joked about me being her 'foot slave', which made people laugh, but if only they knew it was the truth. When I didn't have the privilege of massaging her glorious feet, Emily would still find ways to tease me with them. This often involved her dangling her heels or wiggling and flexing her toes when she knew I was looking. One on occasion in class we had been put in pairs to complete an assignment. Emily sat across the desk from me and chose to kick off her kitten heel and slide her sock clad foot all the way up my leg to my groin. She pressed it home a couple of times until I almost came.
All these encounters had made the last couple of months of school memorable. We still had a few weeks until the final exams, but all Emily wanted me to study was her gorgeous soles and juicy toes. I found myself leaning in to sniff them when Emily set me straight.
"What are you doing back there footboy?" She said.
"I just wanted to sniff your gorgeous feet."
"Just wanted to sniff my gorgeous feet...what?"
"...Mistress Emily," I mumbled.
"Honestly footboy, you've become so entitled. First you try sniffing my feet without permission and to top it off you don't even address me properly. To tell you the truth these foot worship sessions have been boring me..." Emily chided.
She climbed off the bed and set her book on the desk. Turning to face me with her arms folded.
"The way I see it you need another proper lesson, something to put you in your place," Emily continued whilst looking at her phone.
"What did you have in mind Mistress Emily?" I replied.
"Funny you should ask footboy, it has just arrived."
Whilst we had been talking, I had missed the sound of crunching gravel as a car arrived at the front of the house. The door slammed shut and a familiar deep voice bellowed down the hall.
"You there babe?"
"In the bedroom babes," Emily replied.
Footsteps moved down the hall and the bedroom door creaked open. It was Ryan. His hair appeared sticky with sweat and his uniform tie was hanging loose from his collar. He had his sports kit bag slung over one shoulder and his school bag on the other.
"Hey babe," he said, wrapping his arm around Emily's waist, "what's he doing here? You two studying?"
"Amongst other things," Emily said, leaning in for a kiss, "you remember I told you about our study sessions?"
"Oh yeah," Ryan said with a smirk, "get your fill of toes for today?" He said, looking over at me.
"He's just given me a sub-standard foot rub so far today, but I was thinking he could have a use later..."
"Later? But I was going to grab a shower and then...y'know?" Ryan said.
"That sounds good babes, but I was thinking just one small change..." Emily said, leaning into Ryan's ear.
She whispered something to him that caused him to look over at me and smile. He broke away as she finished.
"Sounds kinky, you sure footboy can handle it?" he replied.
"I always said we could use an audience," Emily replied wryly.
"Perfect. I'll just grab a shower first. You two do what you need to," Ryan said, turning to leave.
Emily and I watched him go before she turned to face me.
"Well now, aren't you going to be a lucky footboy today," Emily chirped, making her way over to her wardrobe.
"What do you have planned Mistress?" I replied.
"Well, do you recall our first little foot fun session a couple of months ago? Do you recall how I said if you were lucky I might let you watch Ryan and I having some fun, whilst you entertained yourself with my feet?"
The heat rose at the back of my neck. The day had arrived. Emily was going to make me watch her and Ryan together.
"You want me to worship your feet whilst he pleasures you Mistress?"
"Of course, isn't that all you're good for?" She said, slipping off her clothes.