Blueballs Forever

A few days ago, I asked Her if I could get down on my hands and knees to kiss Her toes. She said Her toes needed to be pretty. I gave Her the money She asked for and yesterday She went for a pedicure.

When She got home, She told me to kiss Her big toe. It’s difficult to describe the emotions I felt as I got onto my hands and knees in front of Her as She stood high above me looking down. I slowly bent forward and gently kissed each of Her perfect little toes. I then kissed the top of Her foot, before kissing the top of Her other foot.

When I stood up I was flooded with adrenaline and oxytocin. She said She could tell I liked that as She reached up and stroked my extra stiff little guy through my loose shorts.

I’ve fantasized about Her asking me to do that, and I begged Her to make it real. I’ve spent countless hours doing every manner of chore and errand for Her for months without ever asking for anything in return. When I did finally beg, She was happy with my service and delighted that the only reward I wanted was to prostrate myself in the deepest possible bow in order to kiss Her toes.

She’s let me give Her rimjobs a few times too. Kissing and licking Her asshole felt like a privilege.