From Boyfriend To Foot Slave Ch 03

Author's note: After a long hiatus I'm happy to finally publish the third (and probably final) chapter of this series. Enjoy :)

I'd hardly been home an hour and the house was already spotless. After Alisha and Imogen had some friends over last night, there was more than enough to keep me busy. I'd woke up at 5 am this morning, four hours before my shift just to get a head start.

It was now 8 pm and I'd been cleaning ever since I got back from my second job as a food delivery driver. It was tough work at this time of year, the days were getting colder and every muscle in my body hurt from cycling for two hours every day after an already gruelling eight-hour shift at the local fast-food joint.

The second job had unsurprisingly been Imogen's idea. I'm not sure if it was because she wanted the money or because she wanted me out of the house more often. Either way, she got both. The bike had also been her idea, I had to sell my car for their vacation to Cancun over the summer, although seeing the photos of Alisha almost made the sacrifice worth it.

Since I'd been home the dishes were now finished, the carpets were vacuumed, and dinner was almost ready in the oven. However, just as I was about to take it out, I heard a car pull up on the driveway. Checking through the blinds, I could see it was them.

This was the best and worst part of my day. For a few short hours, I would get to see Alisha, albeit I would have to put up with endless abuse from Imogen. I went to the front door and kneeled beside it, wearing nothing but a baking apron and, of course, my bright pink chastity cage.

The door opened and Imogen entered first, she was dressed in a tight, black pencil skirt, a floral shirt covered by a brown leather jacket as well as her usual white sneakers. A weird combination, but it worked.

Not even acknowledging my existence, she flung her jacket over my head and went into the lounge. Alisha was more kind, removing the jacket from my head, leaning down and giving me a cheeky wink. I twinged.

She placed it on the coat rack along with her jacket, exposing a beautifully short white dress that complimented her figure perfectly. Typically, more feminine than Imogen, she was wearing a pair of pink high heels that exposed her French tips.

Like Imogen though, she failed to take her shoes off, strutting onto the carpet that I had only just vacuumed. I crawled after them on my hands and knees, looking down glumly at the now-soiled floor that I would need to clean again tomorrow.

They both sat on the couch, chatting away about their afternoon at the bar with friends from their soccer team. I crawled over to the oven to take out the lasagne I had prepared, before making my way to the couch where I knelt silently at Imogen's feet.

Without even looking at me she clicked her fingers in my face. I knew what this meant, I had experienced it too many times. I took my phone out from the pocket of my apron and proceeded to send my daily delivery tips straight into her account.

Her phone buzzed and she checked it, with the usual disapproved face she usually gave me. I'd cycled for hours in the pouring rain; this was my reward.

She clicked her fingers again and I lay on my back below her feet. One was promptly placed on my forehead with the other on my chest. Alisha likewise placed her high heels on me, one on my stomach and the other on my right leg. They still hadn't said a word to me, and if I was lucky, they wouldn't.

With her left sneaker placed firmly on my forehead, I reached up and began to untie her laces. These things were years old, and they smelt like it. After I untied it, I went to place it on the floor beside me. However, Imogen had other, much crueller ideas.

Without breaking conversation, she leant down and snapped the sneaker from my hand. Before I even had the chance to realise what was happening, she had promptly turned the sneaker over, placed it onto my face and secured it by dropping her foot on top with such force that the insole pressed heavily against my nose and mouth.

The smell was revolting, and I couldn't help but give out an instinctive groan.

"Problem down there, bitch boy?" she asked mockingly.

"No ma'am", my voice muffled by the damp insole still pressed firmly against my face.

"Good boy, now carry on. I'm sure you haven't forgotten what day it is?"

I hadn't, how could I? It had been exactly three months since I'd been caged.

After I'd first been put in chastity Imogen and Alisha had agreed to let me out once a month, a promise I would soon learn was an empty one. After month one they'd decided that I hadn't earnt a release, hence my agreeing to get a second job.

However, month two was my real undoing. After an especially hot day, Imogen got home from training and requested her usual foot cleaning. The extra sweat and grime would have been a nice addition if it were on Alisha's feet. Instead, Imogen's gave off an odour so pungent I couldn't help but protest. In a frenzy of shame and desperation, I'd begged to be relieved of my daily duty.

You can imagine the inevitable outcome of that interaction. To add injury to insult Imogen had also decided that I was no longer allowed to touch, let alone worship Alisha's feet for the foreseeable future.

After three months without an orgasm my balls were now painfully enlarged, screaming for release. Without the pleasure of Alisha's feet, I'd resorted to secretly sniffing her socks while I did the laundry, an activity which made my cock press desperately against my little pink cage.

Starved of any real pleasure I'd strangely come to start enjoying worshipping Imogen's feet. The smell was outright horrendous, but it was all I had, those large gangly toes were the full extent of my sex life, and I was learning to accept it.

I'd all but given up hope of being released from chastity. I wanted nothing more in the world, but the chance of Imogen becoming merciful was little to none. With that, I dutifully inhaled from the humid depths of her sneaker and unlaced the one still planted on my chest.

After removing it I began massaging her damp sock with both hands, her other foot still holding the sneaker firmly in place over my face. Such a situation had become my evening ritual and I knew exactly what would come next.

My chastity review would surely go as planned and I would shortly be instructed that it was my bedtime. Another night of listening to the rigorous sex life of my girlfriend and her new partner would follow as I would desperately try to forget the growing discomfort between my legs.

However, what came next would be the last thing I expected. As I continued inhaling Imogen's stench and massaging the putrid feet that had come to dominate my life, I felt a strange sensation.

Through Alisha and Imogen's chattering, I could hear a faint tapping and realised it was my cage. Cross-legged, Alisha was playfully tapping it with the toes of her dangling foot.

I had not noticed her taking her heels off and the thought of her bare feet so close to my cock made me uncontrollably twitch. Breathing heavily now, desperate not to alert Imogen of my growing excitement I made every effort to stay still.

I could hear giggles and whispers from above and it was clear I was being played with, but fuck, who cares?

Imogen leant down and removed her sneaker from my face. Staring down at me, they both gave me an amused and tormenting look.

"you've been such a good boy this month, James", remarked Alisha. Her tone was falsely nurturing with a clear malevolence beneath the transparent veneer.

"Th-thank you miss" I managed to blurt out, my voice trembling with unknowing nerves.

Both sets of her toes were now slowly massaging the plastic cover of my chastity cage. Her flesh was so close to mine, and I could feel myself growing uncontrollably.

"Do you want to complain about my feet again?" asked Imogen, lingering her foot a few inches over my face, the imprint of her sweat drenched soles soaked into her white sport socks.

"No ma'am", they're perfect, thankyou for letting me serve them" I responded dutifully.

With a simple, "good boy" she began removing her socks.

After only being allowed to worship Imogen's feet I had begun taking delicate care over them. The calluses and rough skin had been long removed due to my meticulous efforts, and I had painted her nails with a cute French tip to mirror Alisha's.

Though her feet were still bigger than I'd have liked, and they had a particular stench, I had grown to appreciate them as having an acquired taste.

"Now get to work, and you might just be in for a little treat".

Months ago, I might have dreaded this, but now it was the only sexual contact I was likely to get and as such eagerly welcomed her feet as they were lowered onto my face. Her left foot took its place on my forehead as her right moved towards my mouth.

Her big toe lingered on my lips for a second before I opened my mouth to accept it. The lint of her sock sprinkled her soft moist skin, and the distinct saltiness overcame my senses. As I begun sucking, I could feel Alisha's feet take hold around my cage.

She had placed one set of toes beneath, caressing my swollen nuts as they moved back and forth with the other set taking place over the plastic shaft. My cage was now completely full, with no spare space between myself and the plastic confines of my cell.

The cage tugged against my skin but there was no going back, or so I hoped. My cock was begging for freedom, and I fought through the discomfort by uncontrollably worshipping the toe dipping in and out of my mouth.

With each dip I swirled my tongue around Imogen's toe, cleansing it of the days sweat and grime. She slowly began switching it for another toe, working her way down to the pinky. I equally paid each one the same service, worshipping with the full extent of my capabilities.

Alisha was stroking quicker now, and I could feel myself getting close, three months of denial had completely destroyed my self-control. I was jolting uncontrollably, breathing heavily through my nose and in turn bringing in a new waft of Imogen's sweet aroma.

I loved it I realised, her long soft toes were what I was living for, they had become my entire life and I couldn't imagine being without them. As one toe exited to make place for another I moaned "Thank you Imogen, thank you so much".

Both girls let out a burst of laughter and Imogen plunged all five toes through my lips at once. My mouth strained to accept them; I sucked down with all my might on the members now wiggling frantically inside my mouth.

The humiliation and stimulation were too much. I arched my back and prepared to explode. Placing the tip of my cage against Alisha's soft toes still caressing my balls. And then, at the last moment ... they stopped.

The contents of my full aching balls spilled out onto her toes, and in the moment in which I had anticipated for so long, I felt nothing.

Both girls were now laughing hysterically at the pure bemusement that they had both co-ordinated to ruin my long-awaited release. A rush of humiliation and shame came over me so strong, I lay perplexed with my mouth still wide open.

But just before I could close it, Alisha's toes, dripping with cum, were making their way towards me...