Normally, at this time of day i would be cleaning His feet. i’d be on my knees, straining in my cage, devouring the taste of His majestic feet.
But today i’d fucked up. When i woke up, my ankles were chained together and padlocked to a hook on the floor. the chain wasn’t long, i couldn’t even reach the door. there was a note from Him beside me though, stating simply “bring My coffee in half an hour”.
i couldn’t know when He left that note, but i was sure my time wasn’t up yet, cause He’d have woken me up with a kick to the face if it was, so i began to look for the key.
i searched frantically, as frantically as i could with my limited movement, moving everything i could reach to see if they key to the padlock was under something else.
After a while the door opened and in walked my cousin and Master. the key was on a necklace around his neck.
“Where is my coffee idiot?”, he asked, calmly.
“i don’t have it, Sir”, i replied looking down in shame. even now, terrified as i was, i couldn’t help but look at His glorious bare feet.
“So you didn’t follow My instructions, fag?”, he asked, this time sounding angry.
“No Sir, i’m sorry”, i whispered.
“Is making a cup of coffee difficult, faggot?”, he asked, loudly this time.
“No Sir!” i replied. i knew by now, if He was speaking loudly He expected me to follow suit.
“So you just chose not to follow my instructions?”, He asked, this time with a massive grin on His face.
This is His favourite type of torment. If i mention that He locked me in here, He’d punish me painfully for blaming him for my mistakes. If i say no, He’ll punish me painfully for disagreeing with my Superior. If i say yes, he’ll punish me for ignoring his order. i was fucked.
“Yes, Sir”, i said, still staring at his feet.
“I’m extremely disappointed in you, cunt. That’ll be two more weeks on your chastity sentence for disobeying.” He said, feigning sadness.
“Thank You for teaching me discipline Master”, i responded.
Despite this injustice he was inflicting on me, i still stared as his toes - they wiggled a little as he shifted his weight around. His feet were my favourite thing in the whole world, nothing He did could make me want to look away.
“This blatant disrespect requires additional correction though, fag. you lose feet privileges until further notice.”
“Yes Sir, thank You Sir”, was all i could say though gritted teeth.
So now, instead of worshipping the beautiful feet I live for, i’m blindfolded on the floor next to him with my hands cuffed behind my back.
“Just think, if you hadn’t been a bad boy you could be feasting on these piggies right now, faggot”, He said with a sigh.
“I’m so sorry, Sir” i said, pretty sure there would tears starting to roll down my face if the blindfold wasn’t absorbing them
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