For the past few years my Mistress has been having her beautiful feet professionally pedicured every six weeks and in recent times she has started having me give her a ‘mini-pedi’ in between her regular appointments. This basically involves soaking her feet, scrubbing them with exfoliating gel, washing them again, applying her peppermint moisturising lotion and, if necessary, repairing any minor damage to her nail varnish. Needless to say, I love doing this; her feet are very sexy and she is all too aware of how much I love them.

Mistress enjoys the attention too and this ritual had been repeated without incident for some time. Until last weekend that is…

We were due to go out to dinner later that evening. Mistress always takes a good while to get ready, but that night she seemed to have started even earlier than usual. As she showered I busied myself with some jobs that needed doing before we went out, my mind drifting as it usually did to her sexy body, picturing how she looked in the shower with her hair and smooth skin wet and slippery and wondering when the next time she would allow me to eat her delicious pussy and make her cum would be.

Usually Mistress would have me do her pedicure while she was fully dressed, often wearing jeans that she would roll up to give me access to her pretty feet, but this time was different. She had just come out of the shower and wrapped herself in a robe when she called me from the other room to tell me she wanted me to do her feet ‘right now’.

I love it when she randomly calls upon me like this; whether it’s to worship her pussy, ass or feet… or just to kneel before her and declare my devotion while she stands over me rubbing her foot against my cock while she soaks up my submissive adoration.

I went downstairs and quickly ran a bowl of water and when I came back through to the living room Mistress was already settled on the sofa. I placed the bowl in front of her on the carpet and she slipped her petite feet into the warm water. As I stood there I couldn’t help but gaze at her silky thighs, barely covered by the short robe she was wearing.

I knelt in front of her and bent down to agitate the crystals in the water with my hands, as I did so she parted her legs slightly and I saw that she was naked underneath her robe. I continued with my task and then sat up, lifting her right foot up and balancing it on my thigh to apply the scrubbing gel.

She looked down at me as I started to massage her foot, slipped her right hand inside her robe and started to gently caress her left breast. Her head fell back against the sofa cushion and she half-closed her eyes.

“That feels great…” she whispered. I don’t know if she was referring to what I was doing, or what she was doing, but I acknowledged her appreciation anyway.

“Thank you Mistress. I love doing this for you…”

“I know you do… you really adore my pretty feet don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress… they are so perfect.”

She closed her eyes a little more, her hand continuing to tease her nipple beneath the fabric of her robe, while I tried to focus on the job in hand.

I finished her right foot and lowered it carefully back into the bowl, then leant forward to swish the water around to remove the exfoliating gel. Then I took her other foot, stealing a glance between her thighs at her inviting pussy before sitting back upright, placing her left foot on my right thigh and starting the same process over again.

Her robe was getting looser now and I could see some of her skin beneath it. She looked at me as she undid her belt and folded back the material, exposing herself to me and causing my cock to harden quickly.

Her hand slowly slid across her stomach and down between her legs, she was looking straight at me now, enjoying my distraction… all too aware that my focus was slipping away from her foot.

“Now that feels really good,” she sighed as her fingers brushed against her already wet slit. “Mmmm, that feels amazing.”

I watched as her fingers slipped between her lips, hoping she would at least offer them to me to lick clean.

She looked right at me as she pushed her fingers deeper, then said just one word.

“Focus…”

I reluctantly dropped my gaze to her foot and began massaging her sole with enthusiasm, my mind still picturing the beautiful sight of her pleasuring herself in front of me.

“That’s it, you keep your eyes on my foot… I know you think about my pretty feet all the time, don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I love that, I love that you worship my feet and every part of my body… I love that I control your cock, your balls, your ass and your orgasms, I love that you willingly gave control to me, your Mistress.”

She fell silent for a few seconds.

“How much do you want to taste my beautiful pussy right now?”

“Please Mistress, please let me taste your beautiful pussy,” I implored.

She leant forward and her fingers appeared under my nose.

“You love that smell don’t you? It’s everything you want and need isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress, I love it so much…”

She rubbed her fingers across my lips, smearing them with her thick juices but did not give me permission to lick them. She watched me for a moment, waiting to see how I would react; it was torture waiting to lick my lips, but I knew I had to.

“Good slave, I know how badly you want to taste me…”

She waited a few more seconds and then gave me permission.

My tongue eased between my lips and salvaged the delicious juices from my skin, my cock pulsing as I tasted her at last.

“Thank you Mistress, you taste wonderful as always…”

She sighed loudly as her fingers returned between her legs.

“I never tire of hearing that slave,” she whispered.

I completed her left foot and lowered it back into the bowl, careful not to look up even though I desperately wanted to. Again I swished the water around her foot to remove the excess gel and then sat back up again.

“Are you hard slave?” she asked, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied.

“Show me.”

I stood up and undid my jeans, then lowered my shorts and jeans to my knees, I straightened up and my cock stood out hard in front of me.

“Mmmm, that’s what I like to see… how many days has it been slave, sixty-five is it?”

“Seventy-two Mistress.”

Mistress groaned softly to herself.

“I can’t imagine going seventy-two days without release… I can’t stand it after five; you must really want to cum… do you ‘want’ to cum slave?”

“Yes Mistress, but only if it pleases you,” I answered truthfully.

“I love hearing that,” she moaned softly.

“Stroke it for me.”

I reached down and curled my fingers around my cock; that in itself was a treat as I was no longer allowed to touch myself without permission.

“Good slave, make it ache for me.”

I started to stroke, my eyes drawn to her fingers which were still moving between her legs.

“You love watching me touch myself don’t you… is it as good as tasting me yourself?”

“No Mistress, but I still love watching you…”

“I know you do, your cock is so hard isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I bet you wish you could jerk it hard and fast until you exploded, don’t you?”

“Part of me does Mistress.”

“But you love that I get to decide… yes?”

“Yes Mistress, I love it.”

Mistress lifted her right foot out of the bowl, the water dripping off it as she held it just inches away from the tip of my cock.

“Do you want to paint my pretty feet with your cum slave?”

“Yes please Mistress…” now it was my turn to groan.

“Do you promise to lick up and swallow every drop of that warm, creamy cum for me slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Really slave?”

“Yes Mistress, you know I love to do that…”

She lifted her fingers to her own mouth now and sucked them clean, then she lowered her foot and leaned forward so that her face was right in front of my throbbing cock. She reached out and batted my hand away, then closed her fingers around my length and started to stroke it, her mouth moving closer and closing around the head. She looked up at me as she sucked on the tip, gauging my reactions, being careful not to push me too far… after a few moments, she eased away.

“It’s been so long since I let you cum in my mouth hasn’t it? So, so long…”

“Yes Mistress,” I moaned in frustration.

“How long has it been slave?”

“I don’t know Mistress, years…”

She smiled at the memory.

“You loved it last time didn’t you, when I spat your cum right back into your mouth. That was fucking hot wasn’t it?”

“Gnnnhhh… yes Mistress, very hot.”

“Do you dream of being allowed to do that again slave?”

“Yes Mistress…”

Her left hand came up between my legs and her fingers circled my balls; she pulled down slowly but firmly, applying pressure through her fingers and palm.

“I love how full these are,” she sighed. “I know you want to cum really badly, but… I want to keep these balls big and heavy and full… and really, I think that’s what you want too, isn’t it?”

“If it pleases you Mistress, then yes…”

“Yes slave, it does please me. That’s what all this is about isn’t it? My pleasure, my desires, my… satisfaction.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And when you get to experience pleasure, it’s just a by-product of my enjoyment, isn’t that right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“After all, there’s no real ‘need’ for me to let you cum at all… I could just ruin you now and again and keep you desperate, would you like that?”

“Part of me would Mistress…”

She smiled and reached to her side, her fingers closing around the bottle of peppermint foot lotion; she lifted it up then opened the lid and squeezed a puddle of it into her palm. She reached up and curled her fingers around my cock, massaging it with the lotion, her fingers sliding easily over my throbbing shaft. Then her fingers moved lower and she spread the tingling cream all over my heavy balls, before moving even lower and pressing her minty finger into my asshole. It felt amazing, but once she had worked the lotion into my skin she pulled away and told me to sit down.

“Now dry my feet, and put that lotion on them while I think what I’m going to do with you.”

I bent forward and lifted her right foot again before wrapping it in a towel and gently drying it. When it was done she pulled it away and I lifted the other foot up to my thigh and dried that one too, then moved the bowl of water carefully out of the way.

“Now the lotion,” she said, her fingers gently caressing her pussy once more.

I flipped the lid and squirted the cream into my hands before rubbing them together to warm it, then applied it to her already silky smooth instep.

“Maybe one day I will use my beautiful feet to kick your aching balls slave, I know deep down that’s what you really want.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I breathed.

“I haven’t done it yet because… because I’m worried I might enjoy it too much.”

My cock throbbed hard as I struggled to concentrate on working the lotion into her skin.

“But one day I will…”

“Thank you Mistress.”

“Maybe before… or after I let you cum on them.”

I exhaled hard, bringing a smile of satisfaction to Mistress’s face. She loved to hit my weak spots and that one was a bulls-eye.

She pulled her foot away and lifted the other one into my lap and I flipped the lid on the bottle again.

“I know you want to cum slave, but I want to keep you horny for me… maybe just for a few more days, or maybe a lot longer, it depends… but since you’ve done such a wonderful job on my feet today, I’m going to give you a little something, something I know you will appreciate.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I smiled.

She pulled her foot away and placed it back on the floor.

“Go upstairs and fetch my sandals, your favourite ones…”

I stood up and, realising that my jeans were still around my knees, she told me to take them off. I peeled them down my legs and off, placing them carefully on the sofa next to her and then disappeared upstairs.

I retuned a minute later holding her black patent Kurt Geiger sandals; I love those sandals, they show off her amazing feet perfectly and the 3” spiked heels tighten her calves and ass and make them look even more enticing that usual.

Mistress extended her right foot, pointing the toe slightly.

“I want you to put them on for me,” she sighed, her fingers still lazily rubbing her pussy.

I took the right shoe and carefully placed her foot inside, then fed the strap through the buckle and pulled it tight before securing it. Then I repeated the task on the other foot; as always they looked incredible.

Mistress pulled her robe open and rose from the sofa, shrugging the sheer material off as she pulled herself up to her full height, her luscious, heavy breasts drawing my gaze as I tilted my head back to look up at her. She looked down at me, smiled and grasped the back of my head, pulling it between her legs and rubbing her warm wet pussy against my face; her scent was as intoxicating as it was overpowering.

“Taste me,” she whispered.

My tongue emerged from between my parted lips and we both sighed loudly as it teased her silky hole.

“Oh…” she breathed as she felt the tip of my tongue gently circle around her clit. “I want that soooo bad… but not right now.”

She pulled away and turned around, then put her hands down on the sofa and spread her legs. My eyes roamed from the curve of her ass down her taut thighs, right down to her heels and back up again.

“You look amazing Mistress,”

She looked back at me and slid one of her hands around to part her ass cheeks; I caught sight of her pink hole and my cock throbbed mercilessly.

“I want you to show me how much adore my ass slave, get your tongue in there and prove it to me.”

I moved forward and used my own hands to pull her cheeks apart, then slid my tongue between them, greedily lapping at her tight little asshole.

“Yes… worship my ass slave, I know you love it, your cock is aching for me isn’t it?”

My only answer was to push my tongue deeper, forcing it into her delicious, puckered hole.

Mistress groaned loudly as I worshipped her ass, her fingers moved back between her legs and she started to rub herself hard and fast as I continued to force my tongue deep. I could feel her legs starting to tremble and held her firmly as the vibrations increased in intensity.

“Don’t stop,” she cried as she pushed herself closer and closer to the tipping point.

I had no intention of stopping, ever…

“Oh-oh-ooooohhhh,” she moaned as she teetered on the brink. Then her orgasm hit hard, her thighs shaking as she struggled to hold herself up. I tried my best to hold her up, but her legs buckled and she collapsed down onto the sofa. As she fell I moved forward with her, desperate to keep my tongue buried deep in her ass… but after a couple of seconds she pushed me away and rolled onto her side to face me. She reached out her fingers and watched as I closed my lips around them, sucking her warm, wet juices off them until they were clean.

After a few seconds she looked down at my cock and saw it was still rock-hard and aching for release.

“Don’t eat too much tonight… your mouth is going to be busy when we get home.”

THE PEDICURE (Written February 2020)