monica

“A sparkling kitchen, that’s what I like to see” she said proudly, running a finger along a worktop in a mock check for dust. She didn’t need to check, she already knew it would be immaculate.

She didn’t need to bark orders at David, she simply clicked her fingers and pointed to the floor.

He had sunken to his knees and met the toe of her heel with his lips in an instant. Conditioned to obey without hesitation.

“You can kiss my shoes whilst I wait for my Taxi David” she purred smugly.

“Yes Goddess” he said, inbetween loving kisses planted on her shoes. Elegant tan stillettoes that he’d polished that very morning. He had enjoyed a quiet moment, brushing them quietly whilst at her feet as she caught up with the news on her iPad.

David found himself prostrate before his wife, kissing her shoes whilst she sipped her glass of prosecco and awaited the Taxi that would take her to a night out with girlfriends. Whilst she partied, hIs list of household chores and projects she’d assigned him would keep him busy most of the night.

“If you get to end of your to do list I’ll allow you to have a small glass of wine” she said calmly.

“Thank you Goddess” he said, thankful for the treat on a Friday night.

“And if you do a good job” she said, slipping a foot out of her heel and pressing her toes against his nose and mouth, “I might let you give me some special kisses”.

He groaned with delight and felt his chastity cage tighten whilst his devotion to her foot hastened. He relished the prospect of “special kisses” - his wife’s code word for prolonged oral worship from her submissive husband.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you David” she whispered.

“Oh yes, thank you, yes please Goddess” he mumbled as he eagerly took her toes in his mouth. Toes that he’d bathed and pedicured the night before.