“I thought he wasn’t allowed to come?”
“He’s not. That’s why I enjoy this so much. After having his cock locked up for over a week he’s putty in my hands — or between my toes I should say. If he comes he will be in big trouble and he knows it.”
“Haha, so cruel! So do you try to make him come, then?”
“I like to toy with him, test his control mostly, but if I’m in a bad mood I can make him come just so I can watch him suffer afterwards”
“Suffer how? What would you do if he came?”
“Well, if I were to wrap my toes around his cock, like this, and start stroking, like so, and I invited my foxy friend over so that she could rub her feet in his face while I was doing it he would eventually…’oh does that feel good baby? you’re so hard, you aren’t going to cum are you? Don’t you dare, slave!’ …pop.”
“Uh oh! Looks like someone’s in trouble, haha!”
“Then I would just keep stroking his cock with my feet, paying special attention to the head while he squirms in helpless agony. Once hes a groveling mess beggin me to stop I would put my heels back on… and my foxy friend and I would go out for a drink or two”
“OMG I am going to try that sometime, I didn’t know how intense that feels for guys! But aren’t you even going to wipe off your feet?”
“Oh my, no! That would ruin my favorite part. While we are at the bar and walking around my feet are marinating in cum and sweat. Then at the end of the night hubby here will lick my feet and shoes clean. I used to just make him lick it up right away, but I realized that’s too easy, letting the cum really soak into my toes and dry a little bit makes him really work for it. Plus, if he doesn’t do a good job i get to punish him more!”
“Damn. I don’t think I will look at him the same ever again. What a disgusting little slut!”
“Exactly. So which bar do you want to go to?”
