Master had been accustomed to meticulous foot service. In the summer, after 10 hours in rubber boots with thin socks, it was an intense experience for me to breathe in his foot scent, I would kneel at the end of the couch, remove my pants but keep on my shirt to appear respectful, slip on a condom so I wouldn’t get the couch dirty as I massaged his feet and inhaled his precious scent. My penis tip poking the soft leather-like material covering the end of his couch through the condom, as my hands were busy massaging his feet. I had been accustomed to knowing which shoes he wore the day just by the way his feet smelled. The yellow rubber boots he wore made his feet most intense. If he wore sandals, his feet would be smelly, but not as volcanic. Usually after 20-30 minutes of poking the couch cushion I would rub his feet a certain way to indicate I was close to an orgasm. He kicked my hands to the side and shoved a foot on my face. Usually with the part under his toes on my nose. I grabbed the wooden arm of the couch as I violently ejaculated against the couch inside my condom. Those were some of the most explosive orgasms I experienced. Silently, however, to not interrupt his TV watching experience. Mistress had never been a part of our foot play before and usually went to another part of the home while Master and I were playing, but after one evening she came to Master after I had finished up and asked to speak to him privately. I left the room and closed the door behind me.
After they had talked, I was doing dishes in the kitchen and Master came up behind me and asked me to sit down. He had a serious tone as we sat down at the table and he explained to me:
“Your mistress wants to also make you cum. Tomorrow will be your first night at her feet. I will have you know that I am doing this because she asked, and if you have any sexual activity other than kissing her feet, your penis will be cut”. He put down Mistress’ long sewing scissors on top of the table. He was serious. “You will not cum tomorrow so you can build up a good show for your mistress” he said as he got up from his chair and left for the living room. I couldn’t sleep that night and for the next day Master wore socks and slippers at home (very rare as in the summer he went bare footed at home) and did not authorize foot service. Instead resulting to giving me a couple of kicks in the testicles so my erection would subside. Mistress in the other hand wore a pair of pink ankle-high socks with red toes and black hearts on the soles. She wore them in her yellow rubber boots for two days. She would make sure I saw the socks as she came home on the first day. She made sure I smelled them too as when I served their evening tea, I could smell the pungent odor of her feet emanating from her socks as master’s foot odor was trapped inside his slippers. My penis was hard all night and when they came home from work the next day, Master would observe my foot loving to Mistress. She removed her rubber boots in my presence and sat in Master’s position. Her socked toes presented to me a scent that was similar to Master’s but more vinegary, more pungent. I poked the couch on the same spot with my penis as I massaged and sniffed mistress’ feet. 10 minutes later, I felt the urge to cum, and gave her the same signal as I gave Master. She then removed her socks, shoved them in my mouth and just like Master, nestled my nose under her toes and I just shot inside the condom.
After that first night, Master knew that my love for them would never go above their ankles. They alternated with Master making me cum 80% of the time and Mistress taking over when he didn’t feel like making me cum.
It was a good day being under their feet.
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