Sunlight beamed through the window blinds, streaks of bright light illuminating the room. Traffic and voices of people occasionally walking by the only sounds. Near the window sat a makeup table, strewn with all manner of brushes, applicators, creams, foundation, tanning products and more. To the left of it, in the corner farthest from the door, stood a tall and broad wardrobe. The doors lay wide open, a mixture of clothes crowded on the railing, in some cases doubled up on hangars. At floor level, catching my attention, lay a pile of women's shoes. Sexy strappy heels, work ballet flats, casual sneakers, gym trainers all lying in random order. A separate collection, smaller but clearly the favourites, were arranged in a slightly neater row along the floor to the left of the wardrobe. I was sat on the left-hand corner of the bed, directly opposite the bedroom door. Obediently and attentively awaiting the return of my Goddess.
Shannon and I had settled into a new cuckolding relationship. Ever since her first taste of it the previous Christmas (See 'Merry Cuckmas Foot Bitch') she had been hooked by the idea. I, as her eager slave, had been more than happy to follow her obediently. She had opted to keep the arrangement quite low key for a long time. We kept things strictly professional in the office, with only the occasional moment where Shannon would dangle one of her ballet flats from her dainty foot in the break room to tease me. She also claimed that she had not told her housemates of our arrangement and that as far as they were concerned, we had split up but were still just friends. However, the occasional wry glances from them on nights out or when I visited their shared house to meet her, led me to believe otherwise, especially when they saw Shannon going up to buy rounds of drinks. I felt they must have worked out it was my card footing the bill.
For most of the rest of the time our relationship consisted of my occasional worshipping of her flawless feet after work or after one of her intense gym sessions. As good as my word I had been paying for her gym membership as well as pedicures, dresses and heels. On the rare nights out she would invite me on, I would pay for her drinks, taxi and takeaway pizza afterwards, helping her home to massage and worship her tired sore feet whilst she texted her friends. Whilst foot worship and funding her lifestyle were mainstays of my cuckold role, I had not yet seen Shannon taken by another man since Ryan. Though little did I know that was about to change.
She had asked me to meet her at her shared house that afternoon. I had been waiting over an hour though naturally as her cuckold slave I could say little to complain. Suddenly, there was the familiar metallic click of the keys turning in the lock downstairs and the front door to the house creaked open. Through the walls I could hear the distinct chirping rhythm of Shannon talking. Today she had asked for my card to go shopping and get a pedicure. I had done so without question but was to find there was a reason behind it. Her voice drew closer and there was the familiar sound of her steps on the stairs.
The door to the bedroom flew open and Shannon strode in, shopping bags draped in her arms. She didn't make eye contact as she walked across to the corner of the room and threw down some of the bags. She even walked differently since we began the lifestyle. More purposefully. Commanding. With most of the bags deposited, she turned and walked towards me on the bed, throwing the last two bags on the floor beside it. Without making eye contact, she climbed onto the bed and raised her feet onto my lap. She clicked her fingers and pointed down at them, all whilst continuing to talk on the phone. I obeyed her implicit instruction, slipping off her flat shoes and beginning to massage her bare tired feet. The hint of their aroma wafted to my nostrils and my cock began to twitch in my boxers.
"...Yeah, I know, I mean that place has just got so expensive. It's ridiculous. But anyway, I got a few nice things...Do you have much planned tonight?" Shannon continued to chat on the phone. She was gently wriggling and flexing her toes and soles between my fingers as she spoke, looking out the window away from me.
"...Sounds good. I tried to get into that nail bar you recommended but they were busy. I got booked in for later this afternoon though. Yeah actually, I do have plans tonight..."
At the utterance I responded by raising my head. Shannon clocked my attention and made brief eye contact, smirking down at me. She raised her free hand and pointed to her feet with a finger. My heart surged as my attention returned to eagerly massaging her feet.
"...Yeah, I actually have a date tonight..."
My heart fluttered again and my eyes locked with Shannon's as she spoke. Every syllable raising my heart rate further.
"...Well, we've been talking for a while on one of the apps and then exchanged numbers this week so have been texting most of the time. What's he like? Well, it's funny because I actually know him. He is a Personal Trainer at the gym I go to. I have taken a couple of his circuits classes and I recognised him. I mean, Zara, you should see this guy. He's over 6 foot. Built like a brick wall. Nicely tanned skin. I mean, doesn't get much better..."
As she spoke, Shannon flexed and wriggled her toes between my fingers. My cock began to grow in my boxers.
"...I know. I reckon he will be good fun. What? I'm not sure, but I mean it would make sense, wouldn't it? Well, I've seen the outline against the shorts he wears so I guess pretty big. I mean between you and me Zara I've thought about him before. There's a steam room at the gym I go to and I thought about how hot it might be if we happened to be in there alone at the same time. I would just love to see that body dripping with sweat and only a towel between me and his you know what...What's that? What would he say?"
Shannon looked down at me smiling, the conversation had obviously turned to me. She raised one foot and flexed it just inches from my face as she replied.
"...Oh, I don't think he would mind too much. I mean, it is like I told you Zara, I had to friendzone him. He is a nice guy but I want something more. Besides, what he doesn't know can't hurt him right? He's sweet enough and it seems clear he still has a crush on me, but sometimes a girl just needs big and muscly you know? And he was always a bit weedier than my type...What? Zara! I can't believe you asked that! Hmmm, maybe. I haven't made my mind up yet. I am pretty horny at the moment but will see how things go. Anyway, I'll keep you posted. Talk later Zara, bye."
Shannon hung up the phone and placed the phone by the bed beside her.
"Well, you got a little sneak preview of my exciting news foot boy."
"You're meeting someone?" I replied.
"Well, more specifically, we are meeting someone. I was hoping to surprise you later, after my pedicure. But now you know."
"A PT from your gym?"
"Oh, you heard that? Yeah, his name is Aaron. I've been eyeing him up at the gym you've been paying for. It was bound to happen eventually. Working out in front of all those hot, muscular, guys. But yeah, we matched last week on one of the apps. I guess it was fate I had caught his eye. So, I was thinking he and I go out for a few drinks, grab a bite of dinner and maybe even head for a dance somewhere. You will pay for all of it of course. Just like you did for my shopping trip earlier and my pedicure later today..."
I listened intently to every word Shannon purred, as my hands and fingers continued to wrap around each of her dainty toes and creamy soles.
"But I mean. It sounds like a big step Shannon. I don't even know the guy and, does he know about our...arrangement?"
