It was 5pm. I waited at the front door of our cozy 1 bed flat on my knees, my head bowed down. The way Mistress demands I do when she comes home from work. The carpet of the entire flat was freshly hoovered as instructed too so I found myself being pretty comfortable.
I was naked except for a tight pink thong and rainbow thigh highs, the clothes Mistress left in the living room before leaving this morning, and of course my simple black leather collar with a metal ring on the front. As Mistress' pet I was to always wear my collar from the moment I woke up until I went to sleep every day.
Mistress liked having my skin exposed, and a lot was on show today since I had shaved my whole body at noon. I was to shave completely every third day. The only hair I was allowed to grow was the messy mop of brown hair on my head.
I had been kneeling like this for 20 minutes when I heard a key enter the lock. I bowed my head down further as I heard the door open and saw Mistress' boots in front of me. I felt my small dick stir against the tight cotton of my underwear seeing those boots.
"Hello pet, looks like you hoovered like I asked." Mistress greeted me, closing the door behind her.
"Yes Mistress." I answered. "And I shaved smooth like I'm supposed to be."
She gently stroked my hair, her hand caused tingles to shoot all over me. "Good boy." She said, those words made my dick even harder, it now strained to be free of my thong. "Awww looks like you're happy to see me." Mistress commented, obviously seeing how excited I was getting.
She grabbed my chin gently and coaxed me to look up at her. She was so beautiful. She was slightly taller than me even without her boots, her hair was a flowing auburn which contrasted with her soft green eyes. She had DD cup breasts and wide hips, topped off with the softest thighs I had ever been allowed to lay my head on. I was lucky to call her Mistress.
Mistress reached in her bag and took out a chain leash, my leash. She bent down, giving me an eyeful of cleavage as she hooked the leash to my collar. She had purposefully undone the top buttons of her blouse just to tease me like that. I got to see her bra too, it was cyan and lacey, I had a feeling her panties under her pencil skirt and sheer black tights were the same.
"Come on pet." Mistress called to me softly, yanking my leash. She led me to the sofa, all while I crawled behind her on my hands and knees. She sat herself on the sofa and I knelt in front of her. "Take off my boots, pet, I've had such a long day and I need a foot massage."
"Yes Mistress, I'll make your feet feel better." I obeyed, unzipping her boots on the sides and taking them off.
I got to work gently massaging her left foot first through her tights. Mistress relaxed her head back and moaned in relief, quickly turning on the tv for background noise. After 5 minutes I finished massaging her foot and let it go with a quick kiss. I desperately wanted to suck on her toes, my dick was throbbing at the thought, but I wasn't given permission to.
I took her right foot and began massaging it just the same. "Good boy." Mistress hummed, her now relaxed left foot drifting down to the throbbing bulge in my panties. I tried to focus on massaging her other foot but she pressed her free foot on my crotch. I moaned like a bitch in heat as she caressed my dick with her foot. But in the excitement I lost my hold on her other foot, something I only noticed when Mistress lightly kicked my balls.
"Did I say you could stop, perv?" I winced, both at the pain in my balls and the stern tone of her voice.
"No Mistress." I answered, getting back to my foot massaging duties. "Sorry Mistress."