She sat on her knees with his left foot on her lap, gently massaging it as he sat on couch with nothing but a bath robe that did a poor job at hiding anything. She doubted that wasn’t intended. He was teasing, toying with her. She leaned a bit closer to his knee as she closed her eyes. *A damn month, a goddamned month,* she thought.
When she said “You can open it anytime you want. Whether after a day or a decade.” She didn’t expect him to actually lock her for a month. She was thinking two weeks. More than the usual one week. But less than anything more. Of course she didn’t say it out loud. That would defeat the purpose.
She looked down at the foot on her lap to avoid looking his body and turning herself on again. She failed as she gritted her teeth. *I’m not even into feet.* But now even the sight of his foot was enough.
She raised herself a little bit and placed his foot under her and started moving. Rubbing her clitoris on his ankle even though she couldn’t feel anything. She just could feel the pressure of his foot on her crouch.
The reason of that was placed on her pubic area, a flat pink triangle shaped metal. A new kind of chastity toy that didn’t get on her way when she needed to piss or take a shower. While also letting him fuck her pussy whenever he wanted. She couldn’t feel him inside her let alone any kind of pleasure.
“Please,” she begged. “only for a minute. I will do anything. Just, let me have this, even your foot’s enough.” She put her head on his knee again as she slowly moved her hips. It was kind of a weak offer as she had to do anything he asked when she was locked. They weren’t really in a master/slave relationship, she just liked to be submessive when locked.
And boy, did he used her for *everything*. When he wasn’t making her bend over or kneel to fuck her. He was just ordering mundane orders. Most was to humiliate her like making her help him piss by aiming his weiner for him, others were due to laziness like making her help him piss with a morning wood.
“And why would I do that?” He pushed her head, planting her face on his thigh.
“I… I can’t take it anymore. Just let me have one orgasm. You don’t have to do anything. Just lend me your foot. Even a minute is enough.” A month of constant teasing and edging without a orgasm sure was enough to make anyone have one in seconds.
“`It feels the best after wanting to be unlocked.` Your words. I’m just being a good husband and granting your wish. You should be more thankful.” He said playfully while letting her head go.
She felt the foot under he pulled away. She didn’t continue begging and instead sat on the floor looking down at his feet. “I will.” She reached for his left foot again. She raised it next to her head. Licked the soles and his ankle. Sucked the toes while massaged it.
She was simply desperate and if bribing him by worshipping his feet was enough for a chance one time release, she would gladly lick it until it got all wrinky.
She continued for minutes. Licking, sucking and massaging his feet. She could feel his gaze over her, probaby with a grin. An embarrassment washed over her as the hornyness left her for a moment. But she was already deep in this hole she buried herself in. She might to balls deep.
After a bit more, she placed it on her lap and started to do the same for his right foot.
Only when she was done did he adressed her. “Huh, that felt… better than expected.” He stood up after she let go of his feet.
The robe continued to do it’s job poorly as it revealed his already hard dick. She could swear it was flaccid. *Wait, did that tur-*
Her thoughts got interuppted as he kissed top of her head. “Go take a shower, I already had one. We can have some fun afterwards.”
He left her there as he made his way to upstairs, where their bedroom was.
She scrambled to her feet and rushed to the bathroom. *I can’t believe that worked.* She started stripping once insde the bathroom. *Had I knew this, I would’ve done it after the first week.* She took a quick shower with all kinds of thoughts as to what he might do.
After the shower she directly headed for the bedroom which was dimly lit by candles. He was sitting on their bed with a book at hand. Naked.
She get on her knees in front of him and started kissing his legs. She wanted to give him a head, a “thank you”.
But he stopped her before she could even move to his thighs and picked her up before throwing her to the bed.
He buried his head on her shoulder, giving her light kisses. “Lets just focus on you tonight.” His hand moved down to her lock and placed his tumb on it, clicking it open. His head however moved up to her throat before moving up to her chin. Drowing her in kisses. “You deserved it.”
She laid there as she felt the cold metal slip down to side. His hand wasn’t anywhere near her pussy. It was busy rubbing her stomach while the other hand was right next to her head.
“You’ve been a really good girl.” His soft voice once again echoed in her ears. She tried to muster a “thanks” but all that came out was a pleasure filled grunt. Her mind was in a daze. The kisses, touches and expectations of what to come were making it hard to think. She sniffed him. He was wearing her favorite parfume. One that he only wore in bed. *That’s not fair.* She took in more of his scent. *It really isn’t.*
“A really good obedient girl. You deserve a reward.”
She felt his hand finally making it’s way to her crouch. But it stopped before getting there along with kisses.
She snapped back to reality as the pleasure of being touched went away. She wanted to beg him to touch, to talk, to praise her.
But before she could even open her mouth, he took out something from a nearby drawer. A blindfold.
“Blindfold?” She asked, confused.
“Mm.” He kissed tip of her noise before blindfolding her. “You just focus on my touches. And enjoy yourself.”
She felt his touch again. His finger fallowing an invisble line as it moved across her body. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly. But she waited patiently for it to reach it’s destination.
While his hand was at it, his mouth didn’t laze around. He continued to kiss her. Her neck, throat, cheeks, chin, forehead, corners of her lips, tip of her nose and even the blindfold on her eyes. All of it was showered with kisses as his hand explored her body with ease. It played with her nipples, rubbed her stomach and thighs, grabbed her boob and ass. Before finally reaching down to it’s target.
His tumb stayed outside and rubbed her clitoris while his index and middle finger entered. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers touched just the right spots.
She wasn’t surprised at how he didn’t lose his touch. He still fingered her during that month. To make her wet and get her ready. Even though he used lube, he never went in without making her a wet mess. It was to avoid tearing anything inside. She couldn’t feel anything. Including pain. So it was the only way to make sure she was fine.
Of course, she never felt any pleasure from it. But her body responded to his touches. Her muscles tenses with his touch, her heart beat like crazy at his words, her hair stood up as she felt his breath on her skin. She just lacked the pleasure, not the excitment. And he damn made sure she remembered that.
Her moans got louder as he continued. She wrapped her hands around his neck. “Slow down, please.” She begged. She was close. Extremely close. But she wanted it to continue a bit longer. To feel him inside a bit more. To remember the touch she didn’t felt for so long. To continue this intimate moment longer.
He ignored her pleas. “Close?”
She nodded. Doing everything in her power to avoid an orgasm. To last a bit longer. “Please. Just-”
She once again got intruppted as he latched on to her lips. His tongue slided between her lips and entered her mouth. She didn’t even try to fight back for dominance. She couldn’t. It felt like she was about to melt. Barely holding her exsistance together.
She failed.
Her legs tensed, crushed his hands between them. Her hands tried to pull him even closer. Something that simply wasn’t possible.
Pleasure filled her mind and moaned despite the tongue in her mouth. Her legs and arms trambled, and she felt tears falling down her cheeks. Reaching climax.
His fingers got slower and slower before coming to a stop. Didn’t move or get his hand out, he just let her calm her body.
Her legs fell down to the bed again along with her arms. They were still twitching despite her muscles relaxing. Afterwards, she felt the emptiness in her mouth as he stopped kissing her.
The fingers inside her were also pulled out.
She felt a hand on her cheek, sofly wiping the tears away. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Yes,” she muttered. Her breath ragged and voice quiet. A shade of red come to her cheeks.
“Need a second?”
“Huh?” She turned her head towards him. She couldn’t see him but his voice gave his location.
He put her forehead on hers and stuffed his wet fingers in her mouth, her tongue moved as she licked his fingers clean. “We’re done with foreplay. So I was thinking we could continue. But you seem out of breath. Or do you want to continue with foreplay?”
The realization drawn to her. They were going have sex. She just assumed he pitied her enough to lend her a hand. *Really should’ve worshipped his feet earlier.*
“Just… a minute. It should be enough.”
He nodded. But his hands found her body again. This time, he also felt her breath near her chest. “Want me to suck your nipples?”
“Yes, please.” She took a breath in and relaxed her body. His left hand was bısy rubbing her right boob while he himself played with her nipple with his tongue. She missed the sensation. Even though it wasn’t doing anything for her, it was fun. And he was the one doing it.
He slowly get on top of her as he kissed and sucked her nipples. Afterwards, he kissed her stomach and shoulders, pubic area and tighs. Before licking her pussy slowly. He was just licking outside of it, drawing shapes and numbers with his tongue. “Can… can we move on to main dish?” She whimpered.
With a final kiss on her pubic area, she felt her breath on her neck again. And his dick on her pussy. Tip was teasing her, as it rubbed against her pussy but didn’t enter. “Please, master?”
He kissed the side of her head. “Good girl.” He turned her, making her lay on her belly and placed another pillow under her hips.
She gasped for breath as he entered slowly. She wrapped her arms around the pillow she was laying down at, imagining it was him.
He buried his head on her neck, mouth right next to her ear and whispered: “I love you.”
She whipered her love back. Which was, in return, answered by more “I love you”s and other love words. He even moaned her name every now and then. Turning the light red on her cheeks a deeper red. But she contiued to answer him. Continued to utter other love words and moan his name.
His hips moved at a steady pace, with balls deep thrust often. Making her gasp for air and moan even louder. A smile tugged his lips, he missed her moans. Her desperately clinging to him and begging to not let go, to not stop.
This time, he listened to her and didn’t slowed down or stop. He bit her neck, pinned her legs down with his own, kept her under him with his own weight. And fucked her sensless. Oversimulated her. Did his best to cloud her mind with nothing but thoughts of him.
Minutes ticked by as their moans filled with more pleasure.
He finally stopped biting her neck and shoulders that now were covered in bite marks. “I’m close.”
She answered in a muffled tone as her head was burried on her pillow.
He understood her nevertheless. She was close too.
He bit down again.
And climaxed.
He stopped as he heard she too had an orgasm. But he didn’t bother pulling out, instead he fell down next to her making her lay on her side as he refused to let go.
She let out a slow steady breath. “Planning on pulling out?”
He hug a bit tighter. “Mm. It’s warm inside.”
“I need to clean myself. We nees to clean ourselves.”
He let out a groan. And let her go. But joined her at shower to cleaned themselves.
They returned to bed afterwards and changed the bed sheets. “I can’t believe you unlocked me because I licked your feet.”
“Nah, that wasn’t the reason. I was going to unlock you anyway today. That’s why I took a shower.” He answered with a shrug.
“Wait what? Then why-”
“Just wanted to meas with you.”
She stared at him before pinching his arm playfully. “You’re the worst.”
He smirked and pulled her in for a hug. “I love you too. And you can woeship my feet anytime you want. You seemed to enjoy it.”
She slipped out of his grasp. “What, no. I don’t have a thing for feet.” Her eyes lowered and found his feet again. She turned her head away from him after a silent second. “Fuck.”
Which got a snort out of him.
“Don’t laugh.” She pinched his arm again. “It’s your fault.” She returned to his embrace again and burried her head on his neck. “For the record, I’m not into feet. I’m only into your feet.”
He snorted again and kissed her head. “Whatever you say. And don’t worry, I will show extra care to my feet from now on.”
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