A Typical Date Night

It seemed ages he was gone. I busied myself with the laundry and the dishes, as usual, and when the time continued to go by without any update I swept the floors. Still waiting, still eager, I fetched the towels from the garage and prepped soap for the car.

A short buzz briefly made me hopeful for a text that my chores would be shortly aborted, but it was another US Bank notification. $196 from Maggiano's. Dinner only just now finishing meant I had more time to kill, more time to work. Not cheap either, but that just made the tightness more intense.

I needed more to do. Shoe shining, weeding, perhaps some meal prep? I had the time, so I continued to toil. When the clock showed 11pm, I gave in and laid down next to the bed. My stomach growled, but I was starting to believe I'd need to wait until the morning. Sleep was elusive. Each time I'd start to drift off, a passing thought would cause my cage to feel tight, and it's always difficult to sleep in that state.

Justin's awaited message announcing he was on his way back finally came around 12:30 and ended any idea of rest I was entertaining. I returned downstairs and knelt at the door. Soon enough the sound of a car preceded the sound of a key, and Justin looked down at me from the doorway. His face was flushed red, not hiding the alcohol in his system, and the cute, cocky grin he wore didn't hide the fun he had gotten up to.

"I love to see you on your knees for me when I get home, hon," he said, patting my head. It was my turn to blush. "I trust you spent your time wisely, hm?"

"The laundry, the dishes, the floors --" my stomach cut me off with a loud noise. Justin giggled a bit, and sat down on the bench in the foyer.

"You must be famished. I didn't mean to be out so late, but time just got away from me. You don't mind though I'm sure, and you'll have to wait a bit more for me to feed you."

God, I loved his cruel streak. I began to untie his sneakers as he leaned back. The lack of socks made me feel tight, and he knew it. After the first popped off his right foot, he rested his bare foot directly on my face while I worked on the second sneaker. I stayed still and he used my face as a doormat, wiping the mix of toejam and sweat off. Justin didn't like the feeling of my tongue on his toes, so I kept my mouth shut and just focused on taking it in.

This was our ritual when he came back from his dates. His skillful manipulation of my foot fetish kept me nice and docile. I sunk backward onto my back as he asserted both of our roles. If there was ever any feeling of anger or disappointment in my boyfriend's cheating, it was quickly quashed by the powerful symbolism of his feet grinding against my face from above. My cage was almost painful in its tightness, but I didn't dare touch it.

"You are such a good bitch for me, Joe. Do you have anything to say?"

"Thank you for cheating on me, Sir."

He pulled out his cock and began to stroke above me. His 6 inches made mine look cute in comparison even without its current accessory, and his slight upward curve made my mind melt.

"Good boy paying for dinner tonight. I wasn't sure what to think when you brought that up, but I think that should be a regular thing. Would you like that?."

I couldn't help myself. "I'd love that, Sir. Thank you for letting me pay tonight."

He took his feet off of me. "Come suck me off, footfag. Show me you deserve dinner tonight."

On my knees, I looked into his eyes and waited for him to make the first move into my mouth. A part of me hoped I could taste his date on him. He pressed his head against my lips and I easily allowed him in. I wouldn't be cumming today - I never would on days he cheats - but I could be useful. I worked slow, rhythmic. Tongue against the underside of his tip. We looked into each others' eyes, and it was as romantic as I had ever hoped for. I loved him so much in this moment, and his apparent lack of interest in my enjoyment fueled me to keep up my enthusiasm.

He came down my throat, and all was good in the world. He filled my bowl up with some cold leftovers (a pork rice bowl), and while I was on my knees finally curbing my hunger, he arranged some blankets and pillows on the floor next to the bed. My cage remained tight, but there was no use getting worked up about it. He kissed me goodnight, and I thanked him again for a perfect date night.