Saturday arrived and I welcomed my Mistress into the weekend with breakfast in bed. As she tucked into a full English that I had cooked to perfection, I tucked into her toes. Now I loved a good fry up myself but even a fry up cooked by Gordon Ramsay could never match the taste of Laura's toes. Truly gourmet!
I did any chores required of me during the morning, tidying, cleaning and making sure the house looked good. At one point I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor with a cloth and abrasive pad - I wasn't allowed to use a mop as it wasn't considered thorough enough. I worked away at two ingrained pieces of chewing gum which I could only assume Laura had ground into the floor to make my job more 'interesting.'
"Remove them with your fingernails" I heard her demand behind me as she walked into the room. I did as told and upon a further order, inserted the gum debris into my mouth and swallowed.
"Does it still have any flavour?" she cooed, sounding both amused and genuinely interested. "No, Mistress," I replied, "but it still tastes divine coming from your shoes." With that, she hooked her foot around and kicked me in the face. She was barefoot so it didn't really hurt, in fact it felt great but I was still shocked.
"How do you know you didn't tread that into the floor yourself, you impertinent little shit?" It was pretty unlikely as we both knew given I wasn't allowed to wear shoes in the house, but I still admitted my insolence and began to pay tribute to the foot that had just kicked me.
After I had been deemed to have grovelled sufficiently she told me to go and stand in the corner of the kitchen with my arms out straight--. She walked out and returned in a few minutes with her black hunter Wellies which she slipped in turn on my outstretched arms.
"Keep those horizontal until I need them to go out, " she ordered and then sat down at the kitchen table. "I really don't praise you enough, worm - those soles look good enough to eat off." I remembered putting my heart and soul - no pun intended - into making sure not a square millimeter of dirt remained last time I had cleaned them. If you've ever licked Hunters clean yourselves, you'll get how hard it is to totally clean inbetween the tiny zigzag grooves.
"You are far too kind, my Mistress," I replied, as pleased as punch with her compliment. She smiled, quite kindly and began flicking through the day's newspaper which had just been delivered.
As she read, my arms ached hugely but I was turned on by the scenario. It felt painful but useful to be used as a bootrack while Laura whiled away her Saturday morning reading the paper - much as I might have done myself before we met. The fact she never once glanced up from the paper showed how little she thought of this bizarre situation.
It was about an hour before she finished reading and looked up and out of the window. It was raining hard which was presumably why she was using her Wellies for this particular 'task'.
"My, it is rubbish weather isn't it? Very kind of you to warm my boots up before I head out," she sneered as she looked at me with a cruel glint in her eye. "You may stand down and place my boots by my feet. Then go upstairs and chose an appropriate pair of bootsocks and get me ready."
"At once, Goddess," I answered as I put her boots on the floor at her feet and headed upstairs. I can't tell you how relieved my arms felt to not have that burden any more. A massive weight off of me - literally.
I chose a pair of socks from her drawer that I knew were thick and would help keep her feet insulated - as well as raining, it was quite cold - and went back downstairs and after smothering the soles of each outstretched foot with my lips, put the socks on and after kissing each sock, eased her Wellies onto her feet.
"Make sure you drink plenty of water while I'm gone, slave," she said. "The weather looks like it might be muddy out there, I don't want you to struggle when I return due to a dry mouth." With this, she gave me a wink.
She got up, told me to carry on my chores but to do any 'work' work I needed to once complete. "We can't have you losing that job and stopping paying proper financial tribute to me, can we slave?" I nodded while kissing her booted feet and with a soft kick to the head which meant for me to stop, she headed out for her walk while I continued to clean the kitchen floor. Happy, happy days.
I did any chores required of me during the morning, tidying, cleaning and making sure the house looked good. At one point I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor with a cloth and abrasive pad - I wasn't allowed to use a mop as it wasn't considered thorough enough. I worked away at two ingrained pieces of chewing gum which I could only assume Laura had ground into the floor to make my job more 'interesting.'
"Remove them with your fingernails" I heard her demand behind me as she walked into the room. I did as told and upon a further order, inserted the gum debris into my mouth and swallowed.
"Does it still have any flavour?" she cooed, sounding both amused and genuinely interested. "No, Mistress," I replied, "but it still tastes divine coming from your shoes." With that, she hooked her foot around and kicked me in the face. She was barefoot so it didn't really hurt, in fact it felt great but I was still shocked.
"How do you know you didn't tread that into the floor yourself, you impertinent little shit?" It was pretty unlikely as we both knew given I wasn't allowed to wear shoes in the house, but I still admitted my insolence and began to pay tribute to the foot that had just kicked me.
After I had been deemed to have grovelled sufficiently she told me to go and stand in the corner of the kitchen with my arms out straight--. She walked out and returned in a few minutes with her black hunter Wellies which she slipped in turn on my outstretched arms.
"Keep those horizontal until I need them to go out, " she ordered and then sat down at the kitchen table. "I really don't praise you enough, worm - those soles look good enough to eat off." I remembered putting my heart and soul - no pun intended - into making sure not a square millimeter of dirt remained last time I had cleaned them. If you've ever licked Hunters clean yourselves, you'll get how hard it is to totally clean inbetween the tiny zigzag grooves.
"You are far too kind, my Mistress," I replied, as pleased as punch with her compliment. She smiled, quite kindly and began flicking through the day's newspaper which had just been delivered.
As she read, my arms ached hugely but I was turned on by the scenario. It felt painful but useful to be used as a bootrack while Laura whiled away her Saturday morning reading the paper - much as I might have done myself before we met. The fact she never once glanced up from the paper showed how little she thought of this bizarre situation.
It was about an hour before she finished reading and looked up and out of the window. It was raining hard which was presumably why she was using her Wellies for this particular 'task'.
"My, it is rubbish weather isn't it? Very kind of you to warm my boots up before I head out," she sneered as she looked at me with a cruel glint in her eye. "You may stand down and place my boots by my feet. Then go upstairs and chose an appropriate pair of bootsocks and get me ready."
"At once, Goddess," I answered as I put her boots on the floor at her feet and headed upstairs. I can't tell you how relieved my arms felt to not have that burden any more. A massive weight off of me - literally.
I chose a pair of socks from her drawer that I knew were thick and would help keep her feet insulated - as well as raining, it was quite cold - and went back downstairs and after smothering the soles of each outstretched foot with my lips, put the socks on and after kissing each sock, eased her Wellies onto her feet.
"Make sure you drink plenty of water while I'm gone, slave," she said. "The weather looks like it might be muddy out there, I don't want you to struggle when I return due to a dry mouth." With this, she gave me a wink.
She got up, told me to carry on my chores but to do any 'work' work I needed to once complete. "We can't have you losing that job and stopping paying proper financial tribute to me, can we slave?" I nodded while kissing her booted feet and with a soft kick to the head which meant for me to stop, she headed out for her walk while I continued to clean the kitchen floor. Happy, happy days.
