The day of my trip to meet Her finally arrived and I packed up a small knapsack with some clothes, including the button-down shirt, khakis, and panties She instructed me to bring as my uniform for the festival. I also brought my plugs, several tubes of lube, some cock rings, and a face gag with a phallus that She could ride if She so desired. I was still locked in my chastity device and pulled off the highway when I was about an hour away from Her house to insert the vibrating plug to wear for the remainder of the ride.
My heart was racing as I got out of my car and opened Her back gate and saw Her sitting on Her back porch. I had been texting Her to let Her know how close I was getting to Her house along the way, so She was expecting me as I entered Her yard. I closed the gate worried that perhaps I would not meet with Her approval in person, and She might send me home. She beckoned me into the porch and had me kneel down in front of Her to begin the interview. I set my knapsack aside and focused on Her bare feet.
“Well barney boi, tell me about yourself, and how you see yourself meeting my expectations,” She began, “Why do deserve to serve Me?” she asked.
Relieved to be allowed to speak, I told her of my past experiences, my training, my situation with my housemate. I poured my heart our to Her, expressing my complete and total devotion to Her, and listed the things that She had told me She enjoyed or expected and told Her of how I could best do my part to fulfil those expectations. The conversation went on for twenty to thirty minutes while She vetted me to make sure I wasn’t a psycho or an unhinged person. After She was comfortable that I was truly there to attend to Her wants and desires and nothing else, She led me inside and had me put my knapsack in the attic dungeon and come directly back downstairs. I complied with her command and took a quick look around the dungeon as I dropped off my stuff.
The dungeon walls were painted red, and a large St. Andrews cross took up on wall. There were several couches and chairs placed around the room, and a spanking/pegging bench occupied a section of the layout. A short fight of few stairs led up to a closed door. I hurried back downstairs quickly and awaited my next instructions.
“Take these cleaning supplies and trash bags and go clean out my van,” She told me, “Since you will be the chauffer tomorrow, it is your responsibility to make sure that the van is cleaned out. And when you are done, come tell me so I can inspect how well you did the job I have given you.” I was adequately motivated to do the best job I could to avoid warranting Her wrath or worse, being dismissed.
After cleaning the van for forty-five minutes, I had cleared out the trash, vacuumed the interior, wiped, and shined all the upholstery, and carried the ice chests and bags of picnic blankets, cups, and paper plates out to the van. Mistress Wilma had been occasionally activating the internet remote control of the butt-plug to distract me and entertain Her as I worked. When I had finished, I went back inside and let Mistress Wilma know that I had completed the task and asked Her to inspect my work to see if it met with Her approval.
“Good job, boi!” She said, though as She continued to inspect, She would find some minor flaw — a speck of dirt, or an insufficiently shiny console knob, and would point these out to me as She went through the van. She directed me to go back inside and go upstairs and wait for Her on my knees by the little staircase to the closed door. I quickly responded and was upstairs in a jiffy, waiting on my knees. After a while She came upstairs and sat on the stairs facing me.
“Well, let’s see your chastity cage, boi,” She said coyly, “Take off your pants and underwear, now!”
I was naked from the waist down immediately and returned to kneeling at Her feet. She poked at the cage with Her bare feet, prodding my balls with Her toes, flicking the cage up and down, and side to side. She took out a pair of diagonal cutters and snipped off the plastic numbered lock and my heart started to beat double time. Was I to be allowed an orgasm now I wondered? She immediately replaced the plastic lock with a small metal lock and after cloing the lock, placed the key on Her necklace. “I just like the feel of having your key around My neck, chastity boi.”
“Hmmmm…” She murmured as She pulled out the Hitachi wand and plugged it in. “Since you had a few mistakes in your van cleaning duties, I think I should give you a little torture! How long has it been since you have had an orgasm?” She asked, giggling.
“Over six weeks, Mistress Wilma.” I replied. My cage was filling to capacity and throbbing due to the attention it had received from Her feet. I was starting to drip pre-cum from the end of the cage and feeling dizzy from this fantasy coming to fruition.
“How long do you think you can stand this without cumming, boi?” She asked as She applied the humming bulbous end of the Hitachi to the top of my chastity device. She chuckled as I squirmed, and my hips thrust involuntarily at the strong vibrations the wand was producing. She ran the wand over the base ring, and guided it to the tip of the cage, laughing as I twitched and jiggled in response.
“Not very long, Mistress,” I panted, “I am getting close to cumming now.” I whined.
“No cumming for you yet!” She scolded as She pulled the wand off of my encased cock. “You said that you have a foot fetish and told Me you found My feet beautiful, boi, so I will let you worship them now.” She said as She placed Her bare feet in front of my face.
I greedily massaged and kissed and licked Her feet, taking care to give thorough attention to firmly kneading Her soles, rubbing Her arches, cupping the sides of Her feet. As She relaxed and was apparently enjoying my ministrations, I kissed every inch of Her feet, then concentrated on suckling each toe, one by one, licking in between every toe, and finished by trying to get as much of Her entire foot inside my mouth as I could. She generously allowed me to attend to Her feet for what seemed like a glorious eternity.
As I finished with Her feet, She instructed me to massage and worship Her ankles and calves. This was an unexpected and welcome reward! My hands rubbed the back of Her right foot, then manipulated Her ankles and then I pressed my thumbs along Her calve muscles, stretching them and kneading them from Her Achille’s heel to Her knees. She purred as the muscles loosened and warmed. I kissed Her lower legs and licked every inch of them to show my gratitude for being allowed to worship Her leg. She removed Her right leg from me and stretched out Her left leg, where I repeated the process.
She opened Her legs when I had completed my worship of Her lower legs, providing me with a view of Her panty-less pussy. My breathing became more rapid and She giggled as She observed my excitement. “You may lick my inner thighs now, boi.” She allowed.
My tongue traced paths from Her knees to Her mid thighs, then with more courage, I explored Her upper thighs with my tongue nearly up to Her mound. “That’s enough, boi!” She commanded, “you may sniff My scent, but you have not earned any more than that for now.”