Yes Mistress

Your cock twitches at her comment and tone, her body language demanding you to comply with her desire for you to sit. “Yes Mistress.” You reply eagerly, watching her intently for a reaction
“Mmmm yes, I like that.” Wendi murmurs quietly. “So I am your Mistress for the day?”
Smiling widely, both relieved and excited, you consent. “Yes Mistress, I am yours to use any way you wish, until midnight tonight.”
“You may begin with a foot massage.” Wendi orders, placing one foot on your chest, inches from your face.
Somewhat clumsily, you begin rubbing her foot, not quite sure exactly what she desires.
“No, no. Make love to it, caress it, and worship it. Treat my foot as you would one of my breasts.” Wendi encourages you gently
Understanding slowly comes as you view her foot with new eyes. Your hands gently caress her foot as you admire every bone, every curve of her gorgeous foot. Instinctively you begin licking sucking her toes as you would her nipple, encouraged by her sighs of pleasure.
Your cock swells hard against your jeans, turned on by her dominance and demands, coupled with the strange new aroma and taste of her foot. Eager to please, you tongue the crevices between her toes. She rewards you by resting her other foot on your engorged member, applying just enough pressure to keep you hard, yet not enough to allow you to cum.
You glance up, startled as Wendi moans with pleasure. Continuing to make love to her foot, you watch with delight as she fingers herself with one hand, while the other is inside her night shirt, caressing her breasts and nipples.
Moments later you are rewarded as you watch her arch her back, her thighs convulsing. “OH FUCK YES!” she screams, and then collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving, enjoying the aftermath of her climax.
Eager for an orgasm yourself, you slowly rub your cock against her foot, sighing with pleasure at the stimulation.
Wendi sits up while keeping pressure on your cock. “Does Mistress’s pet wish to cum?”
Your brain nearly explodes at her words; all kinds of thoughts rush through your head. To be called “Pet” was demeaning and humiliating, yet somehow exciting. The inference that you would need permission to cum makes you feel even more submissive, more controlled than before. With a surge of animal lust, you thrust your engorged cock against her foot, masturbating wildly, nearly ready to explode.
Wendi removes her foot and barks out. “I asked you a question, Pet. Do you wish to cum?”
Whimpering with need, you moan “Yes Mistress.”
“Yes Mistress, what?” she probes
“Yes Mistress, I wish to cum, please.” You beg, writhing with need, somewhat surprised at her insistence and obvious enjoyment of your predicament, all of which turns you on even more.