Nervously my finger pressed the buzzer, within ten seconds the release mechanism clicked and opened the door, I pushed it ajar and entered a dimly lit hallway, a stair case lay in front of me, leading down to a single ominous black door, I walked down and knocked,

“You may enter.” Came the quick curt reply.

Sheepishly I entered, and closed the door behind me.

The room was spacious and painted a matt black with a cold stone floor, recess lights in the ceiling were dimmed to give a low glow of light, the striking furnishings and the various chains and restraints which hung from the wall gave no illusion that this was anything other than a dungeon.

Directly in front of me across the other side of the room was a large dark wooden throne, sat on the throne with her legs crossed and her arms folded was my new mistress. She was dressed in a shiny black PVC catsuit which clung to her beautifully shaped physique, the PVC covered her entire body leaving only revealing a tempting show of cleavage, her hands and of course ending just above her ankles it revealed her beautiful feet. She was wearing black stappy patent high heels, with the most exquisite feet I had ever seen, they were perfectly shaped and extenuated by the high curve in the shoe, her toenails were painted a deep red, a stunning contrast to the black PVC. Adorning her right ankle was a silver ankle bracelet with a small key attached, a key that unbeknownst to me at that time would be the key that would hold me as her slave.

“Take off your clothes!”

I immediately took off my shirt, trousers and underwear and threw them in the corner of the room, I immediately felt both embarrassed and humbled to be standing naked in front of this powerful dominatrix.

“Get down on your knees and crawl to me.”

I dropped to my knees and began to crawl on all fours, feeling the coldness through the stone floor, when I got to within a meter of her throne she looked down at me.

“That’s enough, stop right there.”

I felt so powerless, kneeling in front of this beautiful woman who was controlling my every move and consuming my every thought.

Uncrossing her legs and stepping down off the throne and on to the floor she walked over to the wall and unhooked a dog collar and a pair of wrist cuffs with a short chain attached linking each cuff. As she came closer I could see the inscription in bold letters on the collar, it read “SLAVE”.

She walked slowly behind me and attached the thick leather collar around my neck strapping it tight, then grabbing my arms and hoisting them up she put the leather cuffs around each of my wrists, then she took out a small padlock and hooked it around the hoop on the front of my new “SLAVE” collar, then grabbing the chain between my bound wrists she clasped it midway to the neck collar, thus restraining my arms from moving more than a few short inches away from my face and most importantly ensuring I couldn’t touch myself and thus deny me any pleasure until that little key dangling from her ankle unlocked the padlock, I knew it was going to be some time before that privilege was bestowed upon me.

Then a leash of chain was attached to the back of my collar, the chain rattled above my head as some of the cold links touched my back. Holding the leash in one hand she walked slowly around me, putting her finger under my chin to ensure I was staring at waist level, my head positioned upright my eyes strained downwards trying to get a glimpse of her feet once more, as she circled my naked body with her sexy high heels clicking loudly with each slow teasing step.

“Now………Now you are my FOOTSLAVE, you will beg and grovel at my feet, you will be mine to tease, torment and punish. Is that understood slave!!”

“Yes…Yes I understand.”

“Yes MISTRESS!!”

“Yes Mistress, Sorry Mistress.”

As I replied my head fell and my eyes caught sight of her beautiful feet

“Did I give you permission to look down at my feet? Did I slave!”

“No Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

“Don’t you dare look at my feet until I allow you to, is that understood slave!”

“Yes Mistress, Sorry Mistress.”

I was completely at her mercy.

“So slave, you have a foot fetish don’t you, you love looking at women’s feet, always wanting to kiss, lick and worship them, you’re such a pathetic little footslave aren’t you!”

“Yes Mistress, I am a pathetic foot slave.”

“Well you’re going to be my footslave now, you see where my black PVC catsuit ends, well that is where you begin foot boy, you belong at my feet you pathethic little slave. ”

With that she sat back up on the throne, dragging me towards her with the leash.

“Lie on your back with your head below my feet slave.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you mistress.”

Immediately I lay under her as she crossed her legs and dangled her high heel over my face.

“Kiss the soles of my shoes and remove them for me footslave.”

Using my elbow angled myself and strained to kiss the black patent sole of her shoes just as instructed, and then, with my hands still restricted I unbuckled the high heel straps and gently slipped off her stiletto shoes, revealing her beautiful soles resting just inches above my eyes and lips.

“Well, well, What a good obedient little foot slave you are, I think I might give you a treat foot slave, I am going to allow you to lie below my beautiful feet and you will be allowed to look at my soles, and my arches and my toes. You’re such a lucky little footboy aren’t you!”

“Oh Yes Mistress, thank you mistress.”

As I lay under her feet, lying naked on the cold floor with my cock standing to full attention, I was truly mesmerized by her exquisite soft shapely soles, I stared in awe at what lay before me, something that was so pleasing to my loins but yet so unattainable.

“Now you are not allowed to lick my feet but I want you to stick your tongue out so Mistress can tease you, you will always have your tongue ready to serve my feet, but I will decide when I will allow you to lick them – tongue out slave!!”

I stuck my tongue out as far as it could go raising my head trying to reach the sole with my lapping tongue, but it was only to heighten my arousal and tease me further, my foot Mistress had no intention of allowing her slave to lick her feet.

I lay underfoot for what seemed like an eternity, awestruck by the beauty of her feet that now dangled over my head. I craved the slightest touch of her beautiful feet.

“Get back on your knees slave.” With my wrists bound so close to my neck I awkwardly rolled on the floor like a pathetic worm and gracelessly knelt before my new Queen. Too humbled to make eye contact my head stooped downward, receiving a visual foot treat, instantly my Mistress raised her foot below my chin, her beautiful red manicured toenails just inches from my wanton mouth.

“Now foot slave I want you to be my foot stool for the next few hours — prostrate your self before me slave.”

Removing her controlling foot from my chin, I put my hands on the floor, the slave collar and chains also dragged my head down to floor level, I knelt before her with my back hunched so her feet could rest comfortably.

“That’s where you belong footslave below mistress’s feet at all times, isn’t that right footslave!”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

“You love being my pathetic little footslave, don’t you!”

“Yes Mistress I love being your foot slave.”

I could feel her feet resting on my back, feeling so powerless with her sitting above me, using me as her pathetic foot stool.

I kept my uncomfortable position below her feet for so long my knees began to pain, but I knew I was pleasing my mistress so I didn’t move a muscle until my mistress commanded me to. Lifting her feet from my back she placed her right foot on my shoulder and harshfully pushed me back, tugging the leash to ensure I upright kneeling position.

“You would love to smell my feet wouldn’t you footslave, you’d love to stick your nose between my toes and savor them!”

She held her foot just inches from my face, I was mesmerized by her bare sole.

“Beg for it slave, beg! beg to sniff my foot, I know how much you want to, don’t you footslave.”

“Please Mistress, please allow me to smell your beautiful feet.”

Then wrapping the leash around her wrist she pulled it hard, bringing my face to her foot, my nose buried in her toes they smelt divine, I wanted so badly to begin kissing and licking but knew to restrain myself for fear of being punished, and my privileges, whatever ones I had would be withdrawn. I audibly sniffed at her toes, breathing it all in, with my Mistress smirking down at me. After some time, with my nostrils full of the scent of my Mistresses bare feet, my mistress uttered the words I longed to hear.

“Would my little footslave like to worship my feet, I think my slave would you like to kiss and lick my beautiful sexy feet, wouldn’t you slave!”

“Oh yes, please, Please let me worship your feet.”

“Please What!”

“Please Mistress, Please let me worship your feet.”

“I want to hear you beg, slave. Grovel at my feet and beg like a proper footslave!”

“Oh Please Mistress I am your pathetic footslave, please allow me to worship your beautiful feet, please let me lick your beautiful soles, and kiss your toes, P-l-e-a-s-e Mistress.”

She looked down at my face, which was strained from the teasing and torment that her feet were inflicting on my mind and my raging hard on, she crossed her legs yet again dangling her foot inches from my face. She realized the power her feet had over me and relished using it. She teasingly wiggled her red toenails right in front of my face.

“I said tongue out footslave, tongue out at all times, I want you to look like my pathetic slaveboy ready to serve me when I allow you, is that understood!”

“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

I immediately stuck my tongue out as far as it could go waiting in anticipation of planting the first kiss on her beautiful feet. Then lifting her foot up her bare soles hovered just above my head I tilted my head back following her every move with my eyes and salivating tongue, she continued to move her foot above my head, swirling just out of reach, I felt so powerless, kneeling on the floor with my hands bound and a slave collar around my neck, following my Mistresses feet as the moved from side to side and up and down, like a cruel game to tease her eager footslave.

“Would you like to kiss them foot slave?”

She said as she brought her foot to within half an inch of my tongue.

“Oh yes please, please Mistress, please let me kiss your beautiful feet.”

“You may kiss my feet.”

This was the moment I had been waiting for, shuffling on my knees, my face edged closer to her bare foot and pouted my lips ready to plant kisses on her divine feet, my lips made contact with the centre of her soft sole I held my lips on her foot, and closed my eyes to show gratification for this gesture my Mistress had granted me. Then I started kissing all over the soles of her feet, I was overwhelmed with arousal, and kissed feverishly, feeling possessed by her naked foot on my lips. Then I began to kiss her toes as she moved them towards my mouth, kisses only, even though I yearned to lick them. I kissed each toe slavishly, savoring the touch of her toes that I craved for so much. I kissed both feet all over, from the edge of the PVC catsuit, down her slender ankles, around her heels, along her soles and to each one of her beautifully pedicured toes.

“That’s enough for now footslave.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, thank you for the privilege of allowing me to kiss your beautiful feet Mistress.”

With that she withdrew her foot from my lips and calmly rested both feet on the floor in front of me. I bowed my head, knowing that it was my duty to look down at her feet at all times as I was her humble footslave and was there only to serve her feet.

“Now footslave, I’m getting tired of sitting down, so I’m going to go for a little walk around the room, and you slave are going to follow my every step along the floor, I want you on all fours trailing behind me, with your tongue out, and as I take a step you will lick the sole of my foot as I offer it to you, licking the dirt from my sole and keeping my feet soft and clean at all times, is that understood footslave!”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

She placed her right foot on the crown of my head and forcefully brought me down so my elbows touched the cold concrete floor, my hands still bound to my neck dragged my head with them. Grabbing the leash she stood up from her throne taking one step to the right of me, from my lowly position I could see only the floor and the sight of her amazing foot adorned with ankle bracelet and cherry red toes.

As she moved I followed, on all fours right behind her, as she took a step she slowly and seductively raised the sole of her foot behind her, looking back over her shoulder to ensure I completed my duty correctly. With outstretched tongue I started at the tip of her toes and licked all the way up to her heels. With every slow step she made my lapping tongue licked in unison, cleaning off any dust or dirt that might blemish her immaculate soles.

After walking around the room with her footslave following pathetically behind, she finally stopped in front of a cage, it wasn’t more than four foot high with cold vertical iron bars running down to meet the concrete floor, affixed to the top of the cage was a long padded black leather cushion, for my mistress to lie on no doubt, in the centre of the cushion there was a small circular hole, not big enough to allow a footslaves head out but big enough to allow Mistresses foot in.

The door of the cage opened before me.

“Crawl into your cage footslave.”

On all fours I awkwardly entered the daunting cramped space, then without warning the steel door shut behind me making a loud clang with Mistress securing the bolt to keep her slave captive. I knelt inside the cage feeling so vulnerable but yet so excited, my cock was still hard and my chained hands could not reach my swollen cock to allow any pleasure, not that I would be allowed to touch my cock even if I wanted to, that wasn’t my choice to make, I was a humble footslave and my foot Mistress made all my decisions for me now.

Mistress sat on the side on the cage with her legs dangling over the side, her heels were close to me but outside of my reach, tongue access hampered by the iron bars, all the same I knelt there with my tongue extended and available as the willing footslave I had become.

Then my Mistress sat on top of the cage, for the first time I couldn’t see her or her feet, and I felt, alone and degraded to be kneeling naked in a cage in a dark dungeon, with my mind and my cock being teased by a powerful woman and her bare feet that ultimately controlled me. From above my head my Mistress began to speak,

“Whats my little footslave waiting for? Are you waiting for my feet slave!”

“Oh Yes Mistress Please allow me to see your beautiful feet.”

“Beg foot slave, beg for the privilege of looking at my feet. I know that’s all you want, your little foot fetish is insatiable isn’t it slave, you can function without thinking and yearning for my beautiful feet!”

“Oh yes Mistress I beg you please allow me to look at your feet, p-l-e-a-s-e Mistress.”

Then from above her dainty foot slid throw the narrow hole above my head and she gently placed her bare foot in my shackled hands, her sole resting in my palms, I quivered at the sight of her sexy red toes.

“You may hold my feet for me slave, you may look at them and you may beg for them but you will not be allowed to kiss or lick them until I allow you — is that understood footslave.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, thank you for the honor of letting me to hold your feet and for allowing your pathetic footslave to look at your feet.”

I held the ultimate object of my desire in my palm, like a fragile priceless ornament that had to be handled so gently and compassionately. There I was stripped naked, collared and cuffed, on my knees, locked inside a cage, captivated over the beautiful foot resting in my hands, I had no dignity or esteem left, they had been stripped away and had been replaced by humility and servitude for the female foot.

It was an unbearable tease to feel her soft soles in my hands, and with her foot placed so close to my face due to the short chains connecting my slave collar to my wrists, it was hard to restrain myself from worshipping those perfect toes with my willing tongue. After what seemed like hours of studying and appreciating every intricate detail of my Mistress’s feet, without warning she retracted her slender foot back out through the hole brushing her tantalizing toes purposely against my cheek as they left the cage.

Mistress got down from her position above my slave cage and with leash in hand she tugged it hard, bringing my face to rest between two cold steel bars, my tongue still out at her command.

“Kiss my soles slave.”

I pouted my lips as she raised her left foot to my face and I passionately planted one single kiss in the centre of her foot, my nose gentling grazing against her arch. Then her right foot was offered to me, again I my lips met her soft bare sole. This was obviously my reward for restraining myself for so long in the cage. Although I was so appreciative of the kisses I was granted, my cock yearned to be granted a greater reward.

My mistress unlocked the cage and with her grasp of my leash pulled me out, shuffling on my knees I fell to the floor, just by her feet.

“Good boy just where I want you, now you may lick the soles of my feet as I walk over to my throne footslave.”

“Yes Mistress thank you Mistress.”

I immediately began my foot cleaning duties at her command, slowly licking each sole from the tip of her big toe, along her soft sole and instep and finishing on her heel. As she took her bare foot from my tongue I swallowed hard and gulped down any dirt and dust that had accumulated on my tongue, knowing that when she took another step even more dirt and grime would stick to her wet soles that had just been smothered in my saliva. When she reached the throne she sat down, crossing her legs seductively so that her red toenails rested themselves inches from my mouth, I had still to suck on her beautiful toes, I wanted them so badly, and my foot mistress knew it.

“You’ve licked my soles are clean slave but what about my pretty little toes, does my little foot slave want to lick and suck mistresses toes? Oh I bet you do. T-o-e-s, hmmm the very word gets you exited, what a pathetic little foot slave you are!”

She flexed her foot and spread her toes before my drooling mouth, teasing me with her perfectly painted red toenails. Kneeling in an upright position before my mistress giving the full attention she deserves, awaiting permission to worship her toes and worship her feet all over. My heart was pounding in anticipation, my cock was aching from the sustained upright and unfulfilled position it had been in since the second I had walked through the dungeon door and had been peeled of my clothes and peeled of my dignity. It felt both exhilarating and yet so cruel, my mind tried to process all the feelings but my mind was elsewhere, focused on five beautiful cherry red toes.

“Oh please Mistress, please allow your pathetic foot slave to worship your feet mistress please, I beg you, please Mistress please.”

Every begging word from my mouth was filled with real heart felt yearning, I was so powerless in front of her, I felt so weak before her with my arms strapped and bound to my collared neck and leashed as a pathetic naked slave.

“Tongue out then foot slave, Mistress is going to give you a treat, I am going to allow you to worship my toes, I know how much you want to lick and suck on each toe!!”

My wife always knew I had a foot fetish. She loved the attention I would lavish on her feet, allowing me to provide her with long intimate foot massages when ever she wished, dutifully giving her a pedicure each week, to ensure her toenails were always perfectly painted, and that her soles, heels and toes were soft and supple. She would often indulge my insatiable fetish by allowing me to kiss her bare feet during sex, knowing just how much it would turn me on and bring me closer to orgasm.

This all changed the day she bought a CB2000 chastity device for my cock. Unbeknownst to me, my wife, or should I say my Foot Mistress, purchased the chastity cage to ensure that it would be her who was getting the pleasure and benefit of my foot fetish, and not me. Up to that point I repeatedly and selfishly helped myself to ecstasy at the thought her feet, most often masturbating alone, deliriously dreaming of her sexy soles and toes, or there were the odd occasions when she would treat me to a wonderful orgasm as I fucked her hard and kissed her delectable soles.

It was Sunday night, Mistress called me into the bedroom, I came in to find her dressed in sexy black lace bra and shiny skin tight black latex leggings, she wore shiny black strappy high heels, her toenails were freshly painted red. I immediately noticed she had a new silver ankle bracelet adorning her right foot, dangling from it was a small key.

“Kneel”.

I immediately did as I was told.

“Take off your clothes”.

I stripped myself of all my clothes and knelt before her naked and vulnerable.

“You are going to be my foot slave, you will do what I say when I say. You will look at my feet only when I allow you to look at my feet, you will kiss my toes only when I allow you to kiss my toes, and you will worship and lick my bare soles when I allow you! Is that understood foot slave?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.” I replied, the excitement clear in my voice

“I am not just your Mistress I am your Foot Mistress!!!”

“Yes Foot Mistress, sorry Foot Mistress.”

She sat on the bed, her foot slave kneeling obediently on the floor at her feet, I looked into her eyes, ensuring not to glance down at her red painted toes and high heels just inches from my hardened cock, I was now her foot slave and I awaited her permission to even merely be allowed to look at her feet. I was attentive to her every word, waiting to carry out any order she requested of me. I longed to prove myself as a good slave and hopefully she would allow me to pleasure myself at her feet. This didn’t happen.

Mistress produced a CB2000 from under the pillow and waved it right in front of my face. The gold padlock knocked off the hard plastic and made me swallow hard.

“Do you know what this is foot slave.” She said mockingly.

“Yes Foot Mistress, it’s a cock cage Foot Mistress”.

“That’s right foot slave it is a cock cage, and I’m going you be locking your little cock inside. I am going to control your orgasms from now on, I think you have been having far to much fun on your own, I know how much you like to masturbate, fantasizing about kissing and licking my feet all over. And just to ensure you don’t release yourself from chastity, I will be wearing the key to your cock on my ankle bracelet so from now on foot slave, you’ll only be allowed to cum to my feet when I say so.”

It was what I always wanted, to be a true foot slave, to dedicate my every thought and action to my Mistresses feet. But now the realism of what actually lay before me immediately set in, with the sight of this simple hardened plastic device with shiny gold lock dangling from my Mistresses finger. I was visibly nervous but yet deep inside I quivered with excitement, a contradiction of emotions, the first of many, this little device would lead to many more, most notably – frustration.

“Yes Foot Mistress, Thank you Foot Mistress, It would be an honor to wear it for you Foot Mistress”

“What a good little slave you are, I didn’t think there would be any resistance from you foot slave, although looking at that erect cock I think their maybe a little resistance to physically getting your hard cock into this little cage! What do you think foot slave, should Mistress be kind and allow her foot slave one last orgasm before he’s locked up and teased for who knows how long. Would you like to kneel before me to masturbate to my p-r-e-t-t-y f-e-e-t one last time foot slave?”

“Oh yes Mistress, please Foot Mistress may I please, I beg you, please allow me to cum to your beautiful feet.”

Taking in my humility she looked down at her pathetic naked slave, kneeling inches from her feet, cock standing to full attention, eyes wide with anticipation. She continued to stare at me, only drawing out my anxiety, was she going to allow me to pleasure myself, the one thing I craved so much that was completely in her control. She raised her foot and gently brushed her red toes under my swollen balls.

“You may touch yourself to my feet, Slave”

“Oh thank you Foot Mistress”

Without hesitation I grabbed my cock and began to frantically pull myself, I glanced up at my Mistress, reciprocating a harsh dominating expression I then set my wide eyes down to her beautiful red toenails, lying longingly before me in her sexy black high heels. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum. I was so overly excited, I knew this was going to be my last orgasm for some time, and I counted myself lucky to be given the privilege of cumming one final time to such a delectable pair for feet.

I could feel my self getting closer and closer, my gripping hand getting faster and faster, my eyes fixated on her ten red toes. I could feel the cum imminently going to leave my testicles.

“STOP! That’s quite enough foot slave. I’ve changed my mind, now take your hand off that throbbing little cock, and place your hands behind your back. I know you had hoped to cum all over my feet but Mistress has other ideas for you slave, it’s not about your pleasure, its all about mine.”

Mistress stepped off her throne and moved slowly and stealthy behind me, running her finger nail across my chest as she circled me, she stood directly behind me and I then grabbing my arms she snapped cold metal handcuffs on my wrists.

“I don’t want any problems from you slave when I am fitting or removing your device, so as to be sure you don’t even accidentally brush your hands against your unlocked cock, you will be wearing these handcuffs every time Mistress decides to put your cock lock on or on the rare occasion I decide to take it off.

It took a few minutes for my aroused cock to lower itself and then from behind my Mistress began to slip the plastic ring around my swollen balls and then squeezed my tormented flaccid cock inside the plastic tube, then looping the lock through the hardened plastic she clicked it into place. That was it, I belonged to her.

“Now slave it’s going to be a long time before I allow you out of your cock cage, in order for me to even contemplate release I will expect you to be the perfect slave, or should I say the perfect foot slave. I will expect foot servitude of the highest order, beginning tonight and every night from now on you will kneel at the foot of my bed, naked except for your little cock lock, and while kneeling down there you will massage my feet until I fall asleep.

“Oh thank you so much Foot Mistress, it would be an honor to massage your feet Mistress”.

Mistress retired to bed, I did as I was told and took residency at her bare feet. They dangled just over the end of the bed inches from my face, my mouth, my tongue. I knew I could not ever grace her bare soles with my mouth without her permission, I had to prove I was the perfect slave. Naked, with my pulsing cock engorged in my cage, I gently massaged scented cream into her soles and toes. Foot Mistress fell asleep not long after I had begun but I continued on for two hours, enjoying the ultimate objects of my desire and the strong sense of humility. I only stopped to get some sleep myself as I knew tomorrow would be another “demanding” day.

Mistress awoke first and after maneuvering herself up off her pillow she sat on the side of the bed, her long legs stretching to the floor. Snapping her fingers she instructed me to kneel at her feet.

“Good morning slave, I hope you are ready for day two as my devoted foot slave – how is that little locked cock of yours doing?”

“Good morning Foot Mistress, my cock is aching for you Mistress it longs to be free from its cage.”

“Oh it aches does it foot slave? Well lucky you because Mistress has decided that every day from now on you will be permitted a foot teasing session, and just to ensure you are completely aroused Mistress is going to allow you to be free from your cage, but there is one catch foot slave, while your free from your cage, you won’t be allowed touch your cock.”

I could not believe what she was saying, as if I hadn’t been teased enough already, even after only one day, knowing that I would have daily foot teasing sessions which would drive me wild with desire and yet be sexually unfulfilled at the end of it, it was mind blowing.

“Now foot slave I am going to go about my daily duties around the house and as my footboy you will accompany me, you will follow me around the house naked and on your knees behind me, you will lick my bare soles as I raise them up with each step, and you will ensure my soles are kept spotlessly clean at all times, oh and just to ensure you don’t lag behind you’ll be wearing this slave collar and leash.”

Mistress bent down and strapped the black leather collar with the silver lettered inscription reading “FOOT SLAVE” around my neck, then she attached the long black leash. Standing up she tugged on the leash to ensure I followed her, after each step she offered up her luscious sole to my face, my extended tongue lapped the entire length of her foot each time, humiliated, used and degraded I was truly a prisoner to her feet. My knees ached from crawling and my tongue was dusty and dry, but it was late that evening before Mistress had made her way back into the bedroom.

Mistress sat on the bed, I knelt at her feet. She unhooked my leash but left my slave collar around my neck, I had a feeling this was going to be a permanent part of my wardrobe. Mistress lifted her right foot from the floor and placed it on the edge of the mattress, wiggling red toes directly at me she began to unclasp the silver ankle bracelet and started to dangle it before my eyes.

“Now foot slave Mistress enjoyed you lapping at her soles so as a reward you will now have you foot tease session, I know you’ve been waiting for me to release that little cock of yours.”

With that she stooped down and began to fondle my balls, with my cock still locked up, then after a few minutes she finally put the key in the lock and released me. My aching cock and swollen balls felt so good to be out, but I knew whatever freedom I had would be short lived and that the feeling of frustration and restraint would soon be returning to my hardened cock.

My first foot tease session began with Foot Mistress having me kneel on the floor, with my cock as hard as it could be, she guided me with her eyes down towards her sexy red toes, letting me know that I had permission to look at her bare feet. She then stood up and began to slowly walk around me, grabbing my hair pushing my head down to look at her feet as she sexily extenuated them with each step, slowly planting her toes before her pathetic foot slave and then raising up her perfect arch as she circled my naked body.

She stood behind me, with one foot placed on either side of my knees, she knew I was having a visual treat with her red teasing toes before me, she let go of her grip on my hair and then slowly brought her hand down my chest, rubbing over my bare flesh until she reached my groin, she bypassed my harden cock and began to fondle my aching balls, grabbing them and then tickling them with her finger tips, after a few minutes of this my mind was racing, I was so aroused by her feet, I knew it would take only a few strokes of my rock hard cock and I would explode all over the floor. My Foot Mistress was also well aware that it would only take her slave a few strokes so when she did take finally take hold of my rigid cock she made sure it got just enough to keep me on the very edge, she wasn’t going to allow her foot slave to come – the week of foot slavery had only begun.

“That’s enough fun for you foot slave, I hope you enjoyed your little foot tease!! Now I don’t want any begging or pleading but now we have to lock up that little cock of yours, we don’t want any accidents, I know how little it would take for you to come, with all those images of my pretty bare feet running around that little head of yours.”

With that, being bent over with frustration, I looked longingly at my Mistress but knew my fate, it took a few minutes before my cock reached a lifeless limp state that Mistress could squeeze the cage back into place, clasping the lock shut for another period of detention and denial. With that Mistress retired to bed.

The next day, day 3, Mistress decided that she wanted to go into town shopping, she dressed herself but then called on me in to kiss her feet, just once on each big toe and then place her shoes on her feet as any foot slave should. She said that although she did not want me to accompany her she had left a special treat for me. With that she produced two black leather wrist cuffs and attached them to my arms and then clasped them to my slave collar, thus limiting any reach I had to just above my waist.

“I have to ensure my slave doesn’t misbehave while I’m out so these cuffs and collar should keep you in line until I return, Oh yes I almost forgot your little treat is waiting for you on the computer! See you in a few hours foot slave!”

Kneeling by the door, naked, I watched my Mistress go, thinking what kind of treat awaited me on the PC. I knew she had blocked my access to the internet to ensure I didn’t surf porn sites looking at other women’s feet, I was a slave to her feet and her feet only. I shuffled on my knees into the computer room and noticed the screensaver bouncing around, when I moved the mouse a large picture of my Mistresses bare feet greeted me, she had left me in the house alone all day, with my hands bound and useless, with my cock caged and throbbing and with a huge folder of pictures of her beautiful feet. I went through the photos one by one, slowly savoring each one, when Mistress did return later that evening she was assured that I had been utterly teased even in her absence.

Later that night while getting in to bed, Mistress summoned me.

“Foot slave since I was so gone for so long today and you only got to look at pictures of my feet, I am going to treat you tonight and allow you to kneel at the end of my bed and stare at my feet – all night long. No touching, no kissing, and no licking!! Now get down there, I want to feel your breath on my soles all night long!!”

“Thank you Foot Mistress I would be honored.”

It was a long long night.

Day 4, after greeting Mistresses feet with a kiss on each of her ten toes as she got out of bed, she attached the leash to my collar and had me follow her down to the basement, when I got down there, I noticed a large rectangular object in the middle of the floor, covered over entirely by a black silk sheet.

“I picked up a little something for you when I was out yesterday, and I think you are going to like it Foot Slave”

With that she pulled off the sheet to reveal a black metal cage, with black leather padding on top for Mistress to sit on while her submissive was enslaved inside, but worst of all there was a small hole in the centre of the padding, just large enough to allow Mistress to slip her foot into the cage from above. Mistress opened the small access gate to the cage and motioned me to shuffle inside, kicking my behind as I did. Then she slid the bolt hard into position and a padlock snapped it shut.

I was on my knees, helplessly locked inside, Mistress sat up on the side of the cage dangling her feet inches from my face, her bare feet swinging back and forth, giving me a glimpse of her soft soles with each fluid movement. She knew she was teasing me, she knew the sight of her feet, her unattainable feet, had my encased cock pulsing. After some time she moved her legs up on to the top of the steel cage. Cramped and uncomfortable, I awkwardly changed position so that I could see the centre hole above me and waited.

“Are you waiting for something slave?”

“Yes Mistress your feet Mistress, you beautiful bare feet Mistress.”

With that five toes peeped just over the edge of the hole.

“These feet, foot slave?”

“Oh yes Mistress, please Foot Mistress I beg you.”

“Very well slave, I am going to allow you to kiss the soles of my feet, would you like to kiss the soles of my feet slave? I think you would!”

With that she leisurely moved her foot down and found my face. I repeatedly kissed her sensuous soles, changing feet every so often as she directed as to which toe she wanted worshipped or which exact spot of her sole my lips should be caressing. It continued long into the evening, my neck strained from the confined position, my cock strained from the confined cock cage.

After continuously kissing the soles of my Mistresses feet for hours on end, Mistress informed me that she was going to bed and instructed me that I would sleep, or uncomfortably try to sleep, in the cage for the entire night. She informed me that this was to allow me time alone to think about how lucky I was to have been given the chance to kiss her bare feet. With that she stuck her right foot through the bars of my cage, the silver chastity key dangling from her ankle.

“Kiss my foot good night slave, once on each of my toes.”

I graciously kissed each of her perfectly pedicured toes, and then instantly she drew her foot away. Picking up the black silk sheet from the floor, she threw it over the cage, covering it completely, leaving me chastised in total darkness.

“Sweet feet dreams foot slave”

She giggled to herself as I heard her bare feet padding up the stairs and leaving me all alone and heavily frustrated.

The next morning was my fifth day to wake with my cock cage, I was beginning to be in a state of permanent arousal, constantly horny but unable for an erection, and when my cock did strain against the hardened plastic my every thought brought me back to the fact that my Mistress controlled my cock, or as she referred to me as her “foot slave”, her feet controlled my cock and infringed on my every thought.

I knelt in my cage for sometime after a terribly uncomfortable nights sleep in the cramped space. I heard Mistress come down the stairs and walk over towards the cage but then silence, I could sense her inches away from me, but I could not see her with the black sheet obstructing my view. Almost an hour passed and all I could hear was the faint sound of her breathing to confirm to me that she was in the room. This was just another tease, designed to make me horny with anticipation, and it worked a treat.

Then without warning five cherry red toes slid under the bottom of the sheet, raising the sheet slowly until her foot was in my cage, inches from my wanton tongue.

“Foot slave, have you been waiting to see my feet all night , I bet you couldn’t wait to see them could you?” She said as she seductively wiggled her toes.