Coming Home [Femdom]

I always love the moment right before I turn the doorknob. Standing on the doorstep, dressed in my professional work clothes, knowing he is kneeling naked on the other side in anticipation of my arrival.
I open the door and smile at the sight; there my loyal slave is as always, kneeling calmly with knees spread, head down, hands behind his back. The only semblance of clothing his collar and cage, showing my total ownership.

“Hello pet.”

“Welcome home my Goddess.”

I place my hand on his head to steady myself and lift one foot then the other for him to remove my heels, my sore feet eager for his amazing nightly foot massage.

“Coat.”

He immediately stands and removes my coat and purse, hanging them in the closet, placing my heels neatly beneath. I don’t wait to watch him, instead wandering to the armchair in the living room and settling in. The tv is turned on to my preferred news channel and muted, the remote on the arm of the chair, a glass of chilled white wine ready on the side table. Everything in perfect order.

He kneels at my feet and gently lifts my left foot into his lap when I nod. I sigh as his strong fingers massage gently into my arch, working out all the tension of all long day.

“Does that feel good Goddess?” He looks up at me almost shyly under his lashes.

“Mmm very good pet! I have been thinking about this since lunch, you have quite the magic fingers.”

He smiles and works even harder to bring me pleasure, now kneading the muscles in my calves that ache from another day in high heels.

“Have you been a good boy today?” I ask, taking a sip of wine.

“Yes Goddess! I made those appointments as you asked, did the grocery shopping, and every chore on the list is completed.”

“And your extra assignments?”

“I completed all the research you asked Miss. I found several examples of figging in text and video, all pulled up on the iPad for you. You asked me to do one hour with the plug in but I did two, I hope that pleases you.”

“Oh very good! I always love when you go above and beyond. How do you feel now?”

He swallowed hard, “very horny and pent up Goddess.”

I laughed, knowing exactly how desperate he must be by now, it’s been days since I allowed him release. My toes nudged his aching balls and he groaned at the touch. His pathetic cock strained to be released from the cage, leaking a little from the tip.

“My goodness this foot massage has you so worked up already. Aren’t you a lucky boy getting to touch my pretty feet? Perhaps if your chores have been done to my satisfaction I may reward you today.”

His head snapped up to look at me, “Oh please Goddess! I’ll do anything, please!”

Another laugh, he was so cute and pathetic. “Hmm maybe. You know I do love it when you beg.”

Immediately he bent forward and began kissing my feet eagerly, each kiss followed by “please” or “please Goddess”.
I let him carry on with his display for a minute before I pushed him away with my foot against his chest.
“Enough slave. We shall see if I think you deserve it soon enough. Besides, you know tonight is date night with my boyfriend!”

He sank a little but remained hopeful as he resumed massaging and I relaxed and watched tv. My phone dinged and I lit up when I saw it was Joe.

6:42pm Heyyy love! Hope your day at work went well. Can’t wait to see you tonight 😏

I smiled and typed back:

6:43pm Hi baby! Long day, sooo ready to see you soon 😘

I set the phone down and snapped my fingers, he immediately stopped massaging.
“Joe is going to be over soon, you can start preparing dinner, I’m going to go change.”

“Yes Miss!” He stood and hurried to the kitchen, putting a frilly apron on over his nakedness as he cooked the dinner he had carefully prepped.

I finished my wine with a smile, considering how lucky I was. A hot boyfriend to take me on dates and fuck my brains out, and an obedient slave to keep my house and use however I please. Life was so good.

As my house boy prepared dinner, I disappeared to the bedroom and dressed in my sexiest lingerie; thigh highs with garters, skimpy black panties and matching bustier. My curves never looked so good as they did in a laced up corset. I pulled a silk robe on and joined my slave in the kitchen.

“It smells good in here pet.”

He whirled around at my voice and his eyes took in my change of outfit, “thank you Goddess! I hope you like it.”

“You make excellent pasta, makes you worth keeping around.”

“I’m glad Goddess”, he smiled shyly, “you look lovely.”

I undid the robe and did a slow turn so he could admire every angle.

“I have a feeling Joe will like it too!”

“How could he not Miss?” He replied earnestly.

I re-tied the robe and came closer to him, “turn around and keep cooking.”
He obeyed, and I stood behind him, my hands groping his soft pale ass.

“Who owns this?” I purred softly.

“You do Miss.”

“That’s right, I own all of you slave.” I ran my long nails down his back to elicit a shiver, then my fingers made their way between his plump cheeks to that tiny rosebud I was training. I rubbed his tight hole as he groaned, trying his best to keep stirring and not get distracted. I teased him, my expert fingers turning him into a horny mess right there in the kitchen.

I was enjoying it until I noticed he had stopped cooking and was backing his ass against my fingers, such a greedy slut! My free hand slapped his ass hard, “did I say you could stop cooking bitch?”

He gasped and quickly resumed, “no Miss! Sorry Miss!”

I removed my fingers and smacked him several times on each cheek. “That pasta better not be burned or you’ll suffer!”

Just that moment, there was a knock at the door. Literally saved by the bell, I couldn’t help but chuckle. My slave scurried off to let Joe in, and my heart beat a little faster at the sound of his voice, such a sexy accent that made me weak! I checked my hair in the mirror and an evil little smile played on my lips. Oh the plans I had for the three of us… tonight was going to be fun!

Stay tuned for Part 2: Date Night! 😏

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/so4559/coming_home_femdom