Ritual and Routine

It was a scene like every evening I had been here, a ritual to signify the end of the day. All my tasks and chores for the day done, I find myself on my knees at your feet. You look down upon me as I gaze upon the floor in front of me, I know my place and my worth in your presence.

My attire was simple but signified exactly our relationship, collared, cuffed, caged and plugged. Was how I laid before you. I needed no other clothing to serve my Miss.

You scan me over me with your eyes, basking in your hold and control over me. So obedient and eager to serve and please you. The moment lingers and my cock twitches, the heavy steel cage that confines it dampens the movement. Yet it is noticed and it has betrayed me, in this position I am not to think, just obey. Clearly impure thoughts have crossed my mind and you made a mental note.

But there is a more pressing item at hand, you extend your legs forward. I already knew what to do, we had danced this dance every night. I brought my hands and face down to your feet and began to gently massage and kiss them. I took my time planting soft kisses on your delicious skin, it was one of my favourite activities, not only did I get to show my devotion to you, I got to feel and taste your soft skin as I kissed your feet.

I pushed my massages and kisses higher, your lower legs, and then to your thighs. Pushing my face closer and closer along your delicate thighs. My kisses getting deeper and longer as I pushed closer and closer to your sex.

My face was now mere millimetres from your sex, you could feel my hot breath as I panted. Like a starving dog having to wait for it's meal, my body obeyed but my expression does not. I'm hungry to taste you, my mouth watering at the thought of lapping your juices.

So delectable that something so ubiquitous in other relationships, now was the highest honour and privilege for me, something I dreamt of every day. To get the chance to bury my tongue deep inside you.

You give the slightest of nods, almost imperceptible. But it's all I need to begin my feast, I bury myself deep inside you. Your sex becomes my whole world and I drink your sweet nectar.

I taste and taste and taste until you push my head away and take a moment to compose yourself. You look at me with a twinkle in your eye, "You're such a good pet," then glancing down at my caged cock, "and an even better slut."

"Have you been a good boy today?" You ask, the question hanging in the air like it did every time you asked it. The consequences of how I respond not lost on either of us.

"No Miss," my answer was short and to the point. We both knew it was the only acceptable one, you were still training me to be your perfect fuck toy and your standards were... Exacting.

"Tell me my pet, how have you been naughty?" You peer a little closer and I avert my gaze to the floor. The shame of admitting my transgressions always gives me pause, to desire to be so perfect for you yet to fall short pains me, but it also drives me to be better.

"I've had selfish thoughts today Miss, thoughts of my own pleasure," my cock stirs in its prison once more. Even during my atonement for the sins of the day, my body fights for something my mind has already sold to you.

"Tell me exactly what you have been thinking slut," you say with some impatience. The grace you had given me before for my training was now used up. I had begged for this, to serve for your pleasure alone and we had both agreed it.

"I was thinking of earning my orgasm, how good it would feel to have my cock stroked."

"And what were you thinking just now, when you kneeled in front of me?"

I paused for a moment, embarressed by my answer. "I was thinking of you rubbing your foot on my caged cock and balls."

You burst into a chuckle as I say that, "Such a pathetic and desperate slut, I almost pity you." You extend your foot and run the bridge under my balls, I practically melt at the pleasure and emit a small moan. A string of pre-cum draws itself along your foot and you lift it to my mouth.

"Almost... But I don't slut," I extend my tongue and clean you in one big lick. "I was hoping you would finally have earned your orgasm, but you don't even deserve to have that cage off. I'm starting to think I should just lose the key. Remind me of our agreement slut."

I think back to my "interview", the dozens of hoops I had to jump through to prove myself worthy to be under your foot.

"I am yours Miss, both body and mind totally and completely. I exist to serve you and for your pleasure only. My needs and wants are only what you desire, I deserve only what you allow me. I am nothing without you Miss."

You lean forward and give me a gentle slap across the cheek to emphasise my own statement. "Good boy, and don't forget it," you lean back and study me for a moment

"Now my fuck puppet, I want you on the end of my strap in 5 minutes. You have quite the punishment tonight, do not make it any worse."

You stand up and walk across room, your feet padding gently on the floor. You stop momentarily at the door to drop the keys to the cuffs and look back at me, helplessly hogtied on the floor and you giggle a little. I take a deep breath before beginning my long and desperate crawl...