I had been the cuck foot slave to Susan Russo since she discovered my weakness and strong fetish for her bare feet and sexy shoes. She easily exploited my cravings and went to the extent to train me bi to her boyfriends. It was not unusual for me to find myself on my knees as she enjoyed sex with men and had me worship her feet and often times the men's feet as well. She enjoyed displaying me this way and would at times play with her clit while I was being force fed the cock of one of her lovers.
All she had to do to make me weak with desire was point to her feet and give me orders. I pathetically complied with her commands despite being verbally taunted by Susan and her lovers. They delighted in seeing me get hard and produce pre cum from the mere act of having her foot pushed in my face or being ordered to sniff and kiss inside her shoes while she and her lovers sucked and fucked.
So I had settled into my role knowing that I would be restricted to foot cuck duties. Any cum I produced as a result of gaining permission to release my pent up urges I had to eat.
When I was told one day to report to lunch with Susan and a friend named Ami I was apprehensive. I was rarely allowed the honor of a public outing with Susan that did not include a lover to humble and taunt me. But I had to do what I was told and so I reported as directed.
I had not met Ami and was introduced at the table. Susan proceeded to share with Ami my duties as her foot cuck. Ami was taking it in with a smile on her face and as we sat at the table I felt her leg lifted onto my lap. I became very uncomfortable and I'm sure it showed on my face.
" Is your foot in his lap we discussed?" Susan asked Ami.
"Yes it is." Ami said in a taunting tone.
The long tablecloth covered the situation to other patrons. I sat quietly as they chatted about me as if I were not there. I was hard as a rock from the foot in my lap that rested on my hard cock. I could feel the pre cum and hoped that it would not spot my trousers.
"I know he'd love to get your shoe off. And get a chance to feel your bare foot." Susan shared with Ami. "But he won't dare do anything without permission because he knows the punishment if he does."
"Isn't that right my slave?" Susan asked me.
"Yes Ma'am." I replied in a tone of complete submission.
On another occasion I had made the mistake of glancing at another ladies feet as Susan commented on them. She made it clear that I had no permission to do so. I was later subjected to ten cane strokes on each of my soles for this indiscretion. Any act of real or perceived disobedience resulted in foot discipline. Because I craved foot servitude I had to accept having my feet punished. I had learned the hard way that Susan could be quite sadistic with my punishments.
Susan explained my servitude to Ami in explicit detail. As the conversation went on Ami manipulated her foot over my hard cock and had me strongly stimulated and I could do nothing but endure it.
"Are you hard from having that foot in your lap slave? Susan inquired.
"Yes Ma'am." I weakly answered.
Susan and Ami both chuckled at my situation. As they ate lunch and chatted I was forced to pick at the salad Susan allowed me to have. But I could feel the pre cum mount and was almost certain that the trousers I was wearing would show the wet spot the stimulation produced.