Dan has to wait

Finished with ordering, you step away from the counter and begin to go back to your seat when she immediately calls out to you. "Nuh-uh! You know the rules boy, c'mere." You turn your head to see her beckoning you to return to her with her finger. You blush again, knowing what will happen next.

You walk back to the counter with anticipation as you eagerly ready yourself for the next New Rule to come into effect. She directs you over to the side of the counter where she approaches you with some leather cuffs. You wonder where she got this equipment but decide not to ask, assuming that it was the Rulebook's doing. Automatically, you present your hands to her as she locks them around your wrists, and turning your back towards her, she snaps the cuffs behind you with a padlock.

With your arms secured, she turns you around and shoves your back up against the wall. You're getting more and more aroused by the minute as she lifts up her thigh and grinds it against your crotch. Staring straight into your reddening face, she smirks at you. She growls into your ear, "we're gonna have some fun here, aren't we boy?"

You barely manage to whimper a "Yes Ma'am" before she marches you over towards an armchair in the corner of the coffee shop you hadn't noticed before. You suppose it likely appeared when you wrote down that 2nd New Rule. Once in front of the armchair, she pushes down on your shoulders and orders you to get on your knees.

With hesitance, you obey, kneeling down before the armchair. Thankfully, the cashier is considerate enough to make sure you kneel on a cushion. You briefly glance at your surroundings, noticing that no one is really paying attention to your predicament. Nonetheless, the humiliation of being demeaned like this in public still makes you tremble. The cashier takes her seat on the armchair and extends her legs towards you, planting her left foot firmly on your face. "Might as well make yourself useful then," she says lazily, "go on. Give it a lick."

"Yes ma'am," you reply. You automatically begin to worship her feet in earnest, taking in the salty tang of her pantyhosed toes, and the frangant odours of her scent. You worm your tongue in between each toe, doing your best not to leave any surface untouched. After a minute, you feel your dick being gently nudged, and let out an involuntary moan as she casually slides her other foot across your crotch, rubbing it up against your bulge in your pants. You find your hips rising to meet her soles, but she pulls back, denying you that pleasure. "You like that, you naughty boy?" She asks with a teasing smile, "do you want me to keep doing it?"

You give a slight nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

"Beg for it."

You gulp, and with a nervous stammer, you ask, "Please rub my dick with your feet, Ma'am." You feel a pit form in your stomach as the humiliation sinks in.

"Only because you asked so nicely," she replies, as her left foot leaves your face and joins the other in a sensous dance, gently rubbing and prodding your hardening member still trapped in the confines of your pants. The sultry caress of her toes across your bulge, down to your balls, elicits whimpers and moans laden with arousal, and you thrust your hips forward once again, aching for more.

The moment is short lived, however, as she suddenly gets up from the armchair. She bends over your kneeling form and pats your head as she motions to leave. "I've got to go back to work," she explains. "Don't worry," she adds, seeing your longing gaze, "we won't keep you lonely for long."

She walks back to the counter, but true to her word, another worker comes by to sit on the armchair. Like before, she raises her feet towards for face, but you needn't even be asked to worship, as it just comes to you insticntively. And so you carried on for the next few minutes, licking and getting edged in turn.

It comes to an end when your order is complete. The original cashier walks over to you and helps you to your feet. You get up, your legs wobbly and your footing shaky, but she's there to help steady you as you're marched back to your table with the rulebook still in its place, as well as the cappuccino that you ordered earlier. She undoes your restrains, and giving your dick a parting squeeze, turns to leave your table.