Two weeks had passed, and we had not seen Claire although she had been in touch with my wife about arranging some drinks together. I was starting to wander if she was regretting what had happened or whether it was intended as a one off and she was fucking with my head. But a text through to my phone confirmed this was not the case and the content showed things were due to go to the next level. It confidently stated: Round two of being my slave tomorrow, 9:15! Bring prosecco again as well as some sweet treats, condoms and lube.
My mind was racing. I knew what I had done last time was wrong, but it was seen by Claire as a punishment and therefore I didn't consider it cheating but condoms and lube?
This suddenly seemed like it was progressing into an affair. However, I was in no position to say no considering what I had done, and I was so frustrated at not being able to see her last time. Before I knew it, I had made up some nonsense at work to justify last minute leave and I was already considering where I could discreetly pick up the shopping list as ordered.
I hardly slept that night. In the morning, I showered to wake myself up, got dressed, retrieved the shopping list from the car and headed up to Claire's house or as she would be called for the next 5-6 hours, Goddess Claire.
I arrived Just before 9:15 walked around the back of the house to the kitchen and nervously knocked on the door. There was no answer and my anxiety about what I was doing started racing but then I heard footsteps coming up the passageway. She opened the gate and stated "you're early! I need to find my keys move away from the door. On your knees and kiss my boots whilst I find them."
I'd been there 2 minutes and I was kneeling on the slightly damp path kissing her brown leather boots. I heard the door push open and she moved the boots from my face as she stepped up into the kitchen. She had picked up the bag I had brought and was looking down at me from the raised kitchen leaving me feeling smaller than ever. I was awaiting her instructions as she turned her back on me and raised the sole of her right boot, so her toes were touching the floor. "lick it clean."
I started at the block heel and removed the damp dirt from the bottom of her boot. I felt completely humiliated doing this outside in the cold, yet I lapped away as quickly as possible worried that a neighbour or the postman might see me.
She occasionally looked over her shoulder to see my progress and once satisfied switched over to have me clean her left boot. After covering the entire soles of her boots, she moved into the kitchen and removed her boots.
"Same as last time I want to watch Jeremy Kyle with a coffee and your face as a footstool. It starts in a few minutes so hurry up with the coffee and get in position. Oh, and by the way I have worn these socks for four days now especially for you" she said with a laugh as she turned and walked through to the living room. I got up entered the kitchen, put the prosecco in the fridge and got to work on making a coffee.
Once ready I took the coffee through. Goddess Claire was already in her usual chair with her legs spread for me to shuffle under the chair and resume position. She was wearing light blue socks with rainbows on them, jeans and a white vest top. Even though she was wearing jeans and I couldn't see anything I was excited to see her legs spread wide open like that.
Without saying a word, I got down on the floor and shuffled myself under her chair. Just as I thought I was far enough under her socked feet were straight on my face and I could tell she really had tried to get them extra scented.
Like last time I lay there with her feet on my face with minimal movement apart from a little bit of shuffling to get right under my nostrils. I was thinking that during the second advertisement break last time she shocked me by spitting on my face before returning her feet and wondered if this would be replicated. Right on key the theme music signalled the ad break and her feet parted and she leaned forward to look me in the eye.
This time instead of spitting on me she had clearly collected spit in a small glass as she swilled it around above my face. Not loads, perhaps 2-inch worth in the glass but more than her spitting on me a few times. She told me to open my mouth and then proceeded to pour spit at first into my mouth and then up one side of my face and down the other.
The spit frothed as it hit my mouth and she let of an elated giggle at seeing this before telling me to close my mouth and keep it in there. She then put her smelly socked feet on my face and rubbed them all around before again settling back in her chair with me as her foot stool.
I was laid there with a strong mixed scent of wet stinky socks and coffee flavoured spit and my mouth half full of Claire's spit.
I was really surprised how difficult it was to not swallow the spit and it felt like the levels were rising quite sharply. It also meant that all the air I could get was through my nose which was covered by her feet. I tried to switch off from the situation knowing there was around 25 minutes left of the show. This did pass slowly and without fail the sound of the outro music brought light back as Goddess Claire's feet parted. "Open your mouth let me see. How does it taste?" she asked mockingly knowing I couldn't say a word.
After looking at her handy work admiringly for a few minutes she told me to swallow it which I was happy to do. It was nice to get breathing through my mouth again as I had been feeling a little panicked.
"Right I will have another coffee then you can worship my feet again like last time and after that I have some new surprises lined up for you. Isn't that exciting?" she added in a patronising high tone. "Yes, Goddess Claire" I said as I scurried out of the room and made a coffee. The few minutes in the cooler kitchen were exactly what I needed to regain a little composure.
When I took the coffee through her feet were once again now raised on an actual foot stool. I immediately removed her right sock and began sucking on her toes making sure I got every bit of dirt. She again commented about how long she had worn those socks for, but it didn't deter me ensuring I cleaned and worshipped every bit of her foot.
She seemed to particularly enjoy me sucking on the heel of her foot. I then sat her foot down before removing her other sock and going straight for the big toe.