The water spattered on in the shower, and he could hear Her moans. He knelt still next to the bed looking at the sapphire pair of panties that was all that was laid out for him to wear today. She had told him that they were going out today, and this was terrifying to him. To be seen in public in nothing but a pair of panties. He knew that wearing these would surely show off the raging hard on that he would be sporting through the feeling of that silk on ‘Her’ cock.
His mind started to wander then, of that time all those years ago. He had been in approximately just this place kneeling before Her as She sat, one leg crossed over the other Her toes dangling between his legs. Her foot dipping and coming back up stroking the hardness between his legs. Back then it had still been his cock. Though that day, She cooed sweetly down at him as She drove him absolutely mad with desire. “Foot boy, do you know what day that it is.” He nodded and answered Her, “Yes Mistress, it is the anniversary of the date that you took me as Your own.”
She smiled and her foot sped up a little, “why yes my boy it is, and for such a special day I thought that it would be nice to exchange gifts.” Her foot sped up some more and he moaned loudly She knew that he was getting close. “So would you like to open your gift foot boy?” She cooed softly feeling Herself getting wet. Her boy knelt before her moaned and nodded expectantly, then Her foot paused, just as he was about to cum.
“Hmmm, I don’t know maybe your gift will change. Let us see what you got me boy?” He shuddered at the words, and blushed a little. He hadn’t gone to get Her anything and his mind reeled. He wanted to give Her something special but there was nothing that he could have gotten that wasn’t already Hers. Then it dawned on him, he looked into Her eyes deeply and as he did Her foot slowly started stroking his cock.
Now that he thought about it that was the last time it was his infact, and maybe at that moment it had become ‘Her’ cock. She moaned as he offered Her the gift, his orgasms, in perpetuity, his cock was now Hers. She smirked and ran Her toes down ‘Her’ cock drawing a deep moan and two words “Good boy” and he came, hard, all over the top of Her foot which trickled down towards Her toes. As he did She lifted Her now dirty foot and held it up to his lips. “Now be a very good boy and clean up your mess.” He cringed and his nose curled a little and She used Her gift for the first time. “You will clean up this mess or I will not allow you to enjoy any of my orgasms from my cock for a week foot boy.”
A week he thought chuckling slightly to himself, that was almost standard by now, and then he was yanked from his revery by a soft cough and the scent of Her body wash so close to him. He shuddered a little wondering how long She had been there and looked up seeing Her standing very close to him. She stepped over a little Her legs now spread and the scent of Her early pleasure wafting to his nostrils. He hadn’t realized that his hand was on ‘Her’ cock and he whimpered. She clicked Her tongue and then moved his hand from that hardness allowing it to almost comically waggle back and forth. “That was not a good boy. I didn’t tell you that you could play with MY toy did I foot boy. Just for that you are going to bring me to another orgasm, using your tongue before you dress me.”
She slid a leg over the terrified male’s shoulder and then drew his face between Her thighs ever so slowly relishing in the idea that She was about to cum all over his face. As he was pulled closer to Her She gasped. The feeling of his hot shuddering breath hitting Her wet lips. She shifted backwards slightly resting Her weight onto the side of the bed and then with Her heel pulled him fully in.
He drew in a deep breath just before She forced him in and was overwhelmed by Her scent and then his tongue darted out lapping into Her. The taste was divine as he had told Her early on in their relationship, and that was when he started calling Her Goddess. She moaned deeply as his tongue delved within, flickering here and there over Her nub and then down, and deep between Her folds. Her other legs slid around clasping Her foot boys head and squeezing slightly each time he his just the right spot.
As his tongue found the correct places and pace She began to moan louder, shifting Her hips back and forth against his face, alternating his tongue between Her clit and deep inside Her. She pulled him in harder as Her walls started to pulse around his tongue. Her lips spread and covered his mouth and nose, Her thighs grasped him and She rode his face, enjoying the struggles that began as his oxygen started to wane. She came hard on his face marking him once again, just as he thought he would faint She pulled Her legs away and forced him back with a foot to his chest once again.
“That almost makes up for your indiscretion foot boy,” She said down to him sliding Her foot down his body, and drawing a soft moan as he still tried to regain his breath. “To the end of the bed so that you can START dressing me boy.” As he dropped to all fours and crawled to the end of the bed his ears turned red as he realized that She had stressed the word ‘start’. Once he was kneeling again next to the bed She took the two steps over. She picked up the first piece of Her clothing and held it out to him. One pair of deep red lace panties, he extended his hands to take the fabric into them from her and She lowered them just enough so that he could accept them into his palms. He shifted on his knees and held them out to Her allowing Her to slide each of Her beautiful feet into them. As he lifted them up Her legs she stopped him at Her knees, “Stop, you are to kiss your way up my legs from there as you finish putting my panties onto my body.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips first to Her left leg and then Her right just above the knees and pulled the lace up Her legs. Repeating the steps until he had gotten up to Her hips. Here he kissed all the way across from Her left hip to Her right his breath tickling Her skin slightly and as he passed the center drawing a soft half moan from Her lips. She was enjoying this ‘foreplay’ oh so much and couldn’t wait for the payoff and the terror that was quickly approaching now.
She smiled down at Her boy and then lifted Her leg cupping the toes under his swollen balls to draw another moan from his throat. She smirked as his eyes opened to look into Her own, “So naughty boy, it is time that you stood so that you can help me on with my bra.” Following Her instruction he slowly stood, Her foot continuing to press encouragingly into his balls. He leaned over to grasp the matching cups of Her bra just in time for Her hand to lace into his hair. Pulling hard and drawing his face into Her nipple with a gruff “Suck” as the only word that was required.
He suckled Her hardened nipple to coos and moans from Her lips while her hand fished down finding ‘Her’ cock stroking it to draw a moan into that nipple. She would let go each time that She knew that he was getting close until She was satisfied that he was extremely desperate to cum and then She pulled his lips from Her breast. Her chest heaved and She released his hair and extended Her arms allowing him to slide the strap up one side and then She turned to take the other. Then smirking at him She stepped back and clasped the front clasp Herself.
“Blouse now slave,” It wasn’t often that She would call him that but he knew that She was feeling very dominant when She did. He leaned over and grasped the silken fabric of the deep blue top, the plunging neckline would show off Her spectacular cleavage. As he stared when he gently slid the blouse down Her arms and over Her head She smirked again noting the look in his eyes at what She was showing him.
She was not in an overly vocal mood at the moment as She was too busy listening to Her property watching his reactions and drinking in his ever increasing desire. “Skirt” was Her next word and he dropped quickly back to his knees grasping the black and white diagonal striped skirt off the bed. He held it out and once again Her bare foot slid through and teased at the hardness that was all Hers. He moaned and faltered a little before he would recover and slide the skirt up Her legs and over Her hips.
Once She was mostly dressed She took a seat on the corner of the bed. She pulled a pair of long socks off the bed and held them out letting the toes tap Her boy in the nose. Her foot teased at Her cock once again getting him closer and closer to one of Her orgasms. His hips bucked a little and She pulled Her foot away. “Put them on m foot slave, then you are to put on those silken panties.” She knew that he was close and knew that this was about to be the moment she had waited for.
He took the socks from Her placing them on his thighs and then taking one of them. As he lifted the first he looked up towards Her watching as She lifted the foot from its position on the floor in front of him. As it stretched out the toes pointed, he leaned in pressing his lips to Her toes and humming softly as he did. He shifted back and Her toes stayed still, She smiled a little though then forced Her lips back to a smirk and wiggled those toes. “That was a good touch boy, but now on with it.”
Lifting his hands he slid the sock on at her toe and wondered at why on such a warm day She would choose these socks, they were thicker than what he had expected. As he slid the sock over Her heel She cooed slightly, and then once he had finished guiding the sock up Her leg he returned to grab the other sock, before his hands could lift it Her other foot was already at his lips pressing in for its kiss. He kissed the toes gently and then watched as they retreated from him so that he could slide the sock up Her leg. As he started to near Her thigh he heard something odd, it almost sounded latin and sounded like a chant. As She continued it seemed that her foot was growing in his hand, getting larger, but then He realized it wasn’t that She was growing oh now, he was shrinking.
He yelped, and started to protest, his eyes starting to fill with tears. “G-Goddess p-please, I d-didn’t mean to” She lifted Her foot and pressed it into his face enveloping it entirely with just Her right foot and silencing his complaints. “I don’t care bug, you were naughty, and you have to be punished, the sentence will be painful, of that I promise.” He whimpered into the soft cotton of the sock as it pressed him to his back and she started to stand covering him completely by the time the shrinking process had completed. Her toes dwarfed his body, this was what she had been waiting for. She reached down, slipping Her hand between Her panties and skin and enjoyed Her own pleasure once more while pressing the bug at Her feet into the floor, enough to scare but never enough to harm… Yet she thought to Herself, not yet...