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"P-please, Princess Melissa" you stammer, all shame gone "Please let me come. I would be so, so, so grateful."

You wonder if this is enough and look up at your feminine owner. She doesn't look impressed. "You call that begging, James? I guess you don't really want to come at all. That's the most pathetic begging I've ever heard."

You redouble your efforts. "Please, Princess Melissa, it's been four weeks and I can't take it any more. You're so gorgeous and being around you is torture. Please. I promise I'll let you lock me back up again straight away. Please, I'm begging you."

Melissa smirks again. "That's a little better, boy. Start kissing my feet while I think."

You kiss Melissa's feet with pleasure. You never thought that you had a foot fetish before she enslaved you, but now you're addicted to her pretty toes with their white polish and the high arches of her perfect size 7 feet.

Melissa speaks again: "Tell me what a weak little boy you are, James. Tell me that you're only a male, that you can't control yourself around me."

You stammer out the words and more and Melissa laughs and laughs. "Okay" she says "you can come. Though I guess I should check if you've been a good boy first."