You scrub the dishes frantically as you overhear Connor watching videos on his phone. Connor is known to take long shits - itâs his time to get caught up on all things sports, text his buddies, and check all the relevant social media platforms. With an average time of 20 minutes, it should be just long enough for you to thoroughly clean each and every dish.
As the 15-minute mark approaches, you somehow finalize the dishes and decide to move on to the counters, making sure each surface is impeccable. Finally, with two minutes to go, you drop to your hands and knees and lick up the dirty sneaker marks Connor has left in the entryway and living room. Naturally, you use your tongue, reveling in the taste.
When you finally hear the toilet flush, you grab Connorâs bag and place it on the coffee table. You then move into a kneeling position with your head bowed downwards - of course. Right as you do so, Connor exits the bathroom, leaving even more dirty sneaker marks on the floors. He approaches the couch and sits down. âThanks for grabbing my bag, faggy. Iâm sure youâre excited to know whatâs inside. I left you a gnarly mess in the bathroom. You gotta clean that up before I can let you see your new presents.â
You crawl to the bathroom with the stench of Connorâs shit getting stronger and stronger as you approach. You look into the toilet bowl to see shit streaks covering the entire thing. You give it a thorough clean and reluctantly spray some Febreeze. You wish you could sniff and stare at that toilet all night.
After crawling back to the couch, you look down at Connorâs sneakers. âAlright, faggot, the time has come. Letâs start the faggot ceremony and look at all of your new presents.â He opens the backpack and excitedly pulls out a chastity cage. âFirst, youâll need to put this on. Iâm sure you have a raging boner whenever youâre around me, and even when youâre cleaning up after me,â he says with a laugh, âbut that has to change. You are not allowed to perve out on me.â
He hands you the cage. With no hesitation, you open the packaging and pull it out. âSir Connor, do I have permission to remove my pathetic dicklet from the secrecy of my clothing?â you ask. He nods his head in agreement while letting out yet another laugh. You pull your pants down and look up at him, thinking he may want to be the one to put it on. âGo ahead, faggy. Come on, you know I have no reason to touch that itty-bitty thing.â You put the chastity cage on your tiny erect dicklet, cramming it into the even tinier device. Youâve never been harder in your life, so itâs nearly impossible to fit on. Your tiny dicklet strains as you take the key and officially lock the cage on. You pass the key to Connor before he pulls out the next item.
âNext, I have a chain I bought. Now that Iâm no longer trying to abide by your liberal fag agenda, I got myself a cross chain. I thought it would add to my extremely masculine demeanor, especially given that I am a Christian who doesnât believe in loser fags like yourself. Thank you for finally being honest about who you are. We have no place being in a relationship.â He takes the chain out of the bag and slips the key on to it. He then wraps it around his neck and lets it slowly dangle down his chest. Your fag dicklet strains harder.
âFor the next gift, I have a maidâs costume. It includes a skirt and stockings. I thought both would help feminize my faggot housewife. It also comes with an apron, which you can use while cleaning. Youâll be expected to wear this anytime youâre around me, whether in the home or outside of it.â He hands the costume to you and gestures for you to head to the other room. You crawl into the bathroom once again and pull on the costume. You give yourself a brief glance in the mirror before exiting. You canât believe how girly you look. Youâd never looked this faggotty before, even when youâd done drag on Halloween.
As you head outside on all fours, Connor canât help but let out a long and boastful laugh. âStand up for me, faggy, just this once. I want to see it in full effect.â As you rise, Connor lets out yet another laugh. You feel humiliated. âRemember to keep yourself fully shaven per usual. I donât want to see a single hair on my little housewife.â You love when he calls you that, and youâll do anything to make it stick.
âNow, I have three flags to show you. Since I wonât be abiding to your homo liberal policies anymore, I got a MAGA flag, an American flag, and a âSaturdays Are For the Boysâ flag. The first one will be hung in the living room, and the latter two will go in my bedroom.â He reaches into the bag again. âOh shit, and I got some LED lights since Iâll be having many, many more guys over. The boys told me these really help set the mood with chicks. I assume the same can be said about gay men. These will go in my bedroom. You can hang all of this up tomorrow.â Your dicklet strains even harder than before. Youâre not sure it can get any more painful than this.
âI also purchased you a dildo that sticks to the wall. It has a counting device at the end that will measure how many times you touch your nose to the back of the device. I know my cock is only 7 inches, but this dildo is 9. I want to make sure that you are completely ready to take my dick anytime I donât have a boy over.â He sticks his hand back in the bag, feeling around for another item. âOh, I also got you a device that will keep your teeth off my dick and keep your mouth wide open when Iâm face fucking you. I am going to enjoy all of our sessions, and I hope that you will grow to love them too. A brutal face fucking will be the closest thing you get to sex for the rest of your lifeâ, he says with a laugh. He sticks the dildo on the wall and gestures for you to try. You slide your mouth up and down the thing for nearly five minutes, doing everything in your power to hit the button. You hit it nearly 15 times while gagging incessantly. Connor tells you that heâs âŠ. somewhat impressed.
âYou know, I almost picked up some condoms, but then I realized I wonât ever need those. Iâll just go raw like I did last night with that boy! What was his name again?â he asks with a laugh. âI also realized that I wonât be giving you your credit card back. Iâll just keep it for my personal use. You can keep your other one, though. You know, in case youâre ever out buying stuff for me, but thatâs all itâs meant for now. No spending on yourself allowed!â
Connor stands up and heads toward the front door. You look up at him with a perplexed face. âCome on, faggy. Your last gift is outside. I was too drunk to carry it in earlier.â As he approaches the front door, he opens it, and you crawl towards him. You crawl down the front porch and onto the gravel driveway. Your knees sting. Connor follows behind you, giving you butt a slight kick. He opens the trunk of his car, and you look up to see a dog cage. Your heart drops. âDo you like it, faggy?â
While terrified, you know you have to show Connor that youâre excited. You have to please your master, especially now that itâs become official. You let out a couple barks and wag your butt back and forth. You then shower his sneakers with kisses. âGood boy,â he says, âletâs get it moved inside.â Connor grabs the dog cage and carries it into the house. You follow behind on hands and knees. You pray no one is watching you crawl in your maids outfit.
As you get back inside the house, you follow Connor into the living room. He sets the cage down against the wall that separates the living area from his bedroom. âThis is perfect. You wonât need to sleep in my room anymore, but youâll still certainly hear me fucking any guys I have over,â he says, letting out another laugh. This faggot ceremony certainly seems to be more about Connor than it is about yourself.
Connor gestures for you to climb inside the cage. As you crawl in and lay down, you notice how uncomfortable it is. Thereâs no padding at all. You pray that Connor will give you some dirty clothes to sleep on. However, you just washed all of them, aside from his current outfit, so you know you wonât be sleeping very well tonight. Connor lets out a huge laugh as you crawl inside the cage. You turn to kneel within it and notice his flash go off. Heâs just taken a photo of you. You wonder who itâll be sent to, maybe the lads already know about your new arrangement. For the first time ever, you speak out of turn. âSir Connor, who is that for?â you say. He replies back with âoh, come on, faggy. You know I had to tell my friends about your new life at the bar today. When I showed them the cage in my car, they begged for a photo update. I think theyâre going to come over one day this week to watch you in all your glory as my new foot faggot! Theyâll expect some services too Iâm sure.â
Connor locks you into the cage and pulls a chair over in front of it. He sits down and pulls his sneakers off as he continues texting the boys. You stare at his socked feet, feeling deflated that you arenât being allowed near them. They look incredible with dirt stains all over them. You press your nose up against the cage, hoping heâll show you some action. âOh yeah, faggot? You desperate for the pups?â he says with another laugh. He presses one of his feet up against the cage. He fans and flexes his toes over your nose multiple times, listening to you take large whiffs as he texts. You look up at Connor whose eyes are still glued to his phone. While still taking big sniffs, you say âSir Connor, may I be allowed out of the cage to properly service your feet? Theyâve been locked in those foot prisons all day, and they deserve some proper tending to.â Connor looks down from his phone and towards you. âOh yeah, faggot? You think so? Donât I get to decide what my feet need? More importantly, donât I get to decide what you need and deserve?â You look down with a deflated face as Connor pulls his foot away. You say nothing back, knowing heâs right and that he has no desire to hear your opinion. Connorâs eyes wander back to his phone, and you canât help but stare at how perfect his socked feet look. You examine each one separately, staring at the dirt marks as we wiggles his toes and stretches his feet. Your loser dicklet strains yet again in its cage.
After 15 minutes of pure torture, Connor unlocks the dog cage, asking if youâve learned your lesson. âYes, Lord Connor, I should never question you. You know whatâs best for you and me, Sir. Thank you for showing me that, Master.â He walks to the couch and lays down, kicking his feet back. Youâre sad you didnât get to experience his feet in their full glory - straight from their sneakers. However, youâre still hopeful heâll allow you to tend to them now. He beckons you over to the couch, and you kneel by his beautiful socked feet.
He scrolls on his phone while you wait patiently, unable to look away from his feet. Your fag clit has never hurt so bad, now having been pressed up against its metal cage for nearly an hour. âPeel âem off, faggot. Youâve worked hard today, aside from questioning my decision. You know that I know whatâs best. Donât forget it.â
You peel off each of Connorâs socks and give them a good sniff. You dive into his feet, licking every nook and cranny. You suck on each toe and lick every crevice in between. You glide your tongue up and down his entire sole, paying special attention to his heels. Youâre sure to scrape off any dead skin with your teeth, enjoying the incredible flavor.
After 20 minutes of Connor scrolling and you licking, he pulls down his shorts. He points to the mouth spreading device on the coffee table. You grab it, strapping it on to your mouth. Connor moves into a sitting position on the couch and kicks his bare feet up on to the coffee table. You climb under one leg and pop up in between that one and the other. You try to ask if you should start, but the device makes it impossible to talk. Connor puts his phone down as one hand raises up and grabs the back of your head. He pulls your face down full force on to his cock.
With instinct, Connor begins bouncing your head like a basketball, bringing it up and down on his cock. You sputter spit everywhere, unable to swallow it since your mouth is locked open. This goes on for five minutes before Connor stands up and pushes you against a wall. He begins face fucking you with extreme force. His cock hits the back of your throat repeatedly. Tears begin streaming down your face while Connor looks at you for the first time since starting. He notices the tears while letting out a laugh. âItâs okay, faggot. Iâll take care of you.â
Somehow his momentum picks up. Your head bangs against the wall time and time again. Then, finally, he groans âIâm gonna cum.â You make noises begging for him to do so since youâre completely unable to talk. The cum finally spews and goes straight down your throat, not even gracing your tongue once. His dick slams your head against the wall one last time while string after string of cum flows down your throat.
He holds still for a moment, reveling in his accomplishment. He finally pulls out of your mouth, and a stream of piss immediately begins filling up your mouth. You keep your headed tilted upwards with your open hole of a mouth left for Connor to fill. As heâs finishing up, he tells you not to swallow. You try your best and soon your mouth is full of piss, all of the flavor just sitting on your tongue. You refuse to upset your master.
He makes you crawl into the dog cage, and only then does he tell you to swallow. He removes the mouth opener and drops it on the ground, disgusted that heâs even touched it. You sit patiently on your knees in the cage as Connor grabs his socks, shorts, underwear, and sneakers, tossing them inside with you. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his gorgeous body and cross chain. Your dicklet desperately tries to grow.
With that he locks the cage and puts a bell and rope on the door. âThis rope is so you can unlock yourself from the cage tomorrow morning when you go to clean my car. I expect it done around 6am. The bell is to ensure that you donât leave until instructed. Iâll set an alarm on your phone so you know when to get up. Oh, and my new flags and LEDs - you can hang those once Iâm awake. Iâm so happy youâll get to stare at the MAGA flag every night from your cage. Itâll help remind you of your lowly status. Goodnight, faggot.â He sticks his toe through one of the slots of the cage, and you instinctually give it a good suck. You then watch intently as he walks into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him and never once looking back at you.
Itâs officially been a full day in your new role as Connorâs foot faggot, and you couldnât be happier. Think about all of the things youâve accomplished in the last 28 hours! Have you been fulfilled? Donât answer that; itâs a rhetorical question.