1 Yr In Chastity For Ms M

"Do you know what day it is?" asked Ms. Morrigan, extending her stocking-clad foot toward him, toes pointed down.

"Yes," he said, as he took her soft, warm foot between his hands and began to stroke it. He hoped they had the same thing in mind.

"It was a year ago today that I first invited you over," she mused. He smiled. They were on the same page.

"How many dishes did you do that day?"

He sighed. "I think you must have entertained eight people the night before," he recalled. "Counting yourself."

"I think that's right. Anyway, you did a very nice job cleaning up." She reached over to the end table beside her and took a sip of wine. "Happy anniversary, my pet."

"Happy anniversary, my Queen," he responded, placing a chaste kiss on the top of her foot.

"It must have been ... deflating ... for you to have been sent home after that."

"Deflating?" he said with a wry grin. Not deflating enough. He had gone over to provide service to this mysterious woman while wearing a chastity cage; and the realization that she intended to accept his service and send him home had left him uncomfortably aroused for the next few hours.

"But you came back."

"Yes, I did," he acknowledged. "To, um, clean your floors."

She smiled. "Yes. And that's not all you cleaned." She spread and wiggled her toes, recalling how she had dropped a brownie on this floor, ground it into the hardwood, and then sat back in this very chair and enjoyed herself while he cleaned both the floor and her goo-covered foot with his lips and tongue.

And he had kept coming back. For more tasks, and more opportunities to caress and kiss her feet, sometimes bare, sometimes stockinged, sometimes while still inside her pumps or heeled leather boots. But never above the ankle. She kept waiting for him to ask for more, but he never begged or pleaded, beyond the yearning look in his eyes.

She had never even requested, much less demanded, that he surrender his orgasms for her. She had simply waited until he had asked her if he could yield them to her, as a gift, as a sacrifice upon her altar.

The chastity device that he was wearing now was a much more recent development. She actually enjoyed seeing him naked and uncaged, his erection bobbing futilely as he went about his acts of service for her. When he had worn a cage in the past, he had always brought his own, and locked and unlocked himself. She had to admit, though, that handing this one to him and keeping the key had been a very different thrill.

"So," she said, again reaching over to the end table, this time to retrieve a small silver tray. "I got you something to commemorate our anniversary."

The tray contained only a small, unsealed envelope. He released her foot and picked it up, looking inside it. He poured the contents out into his other hand. It was a single tiny silver key.

She took another sip of her wine, watching him over the lip of her glass, watching him process this gesture.

What did this mean, he was asking himself. Was this a reward for a year of loyal service, an opportunity to restore his tumescence, his agency, his potency -- to move up to pleasing her sexually in a more traditional manner?

Was this a test? Would using the key mean he had failed the test? And if so, what would be the consequences? One consequence, he realized, could be that he would disappoint her, and lose her interest.

Was this a cruel joke? Could she have presented him with a key that didn't fit, so that he might risk disappointing her and still not free himself? He knew she was capable of such a wicked trick; it was just one more thing that made her so dangerously alluring.

But, fear had long since ceased to be his motivating drive in serving Ms. Morrigan. He realized that the worst consequence of failing this test, if it was a test, would be depriving her of the pleasure that she so vocally assured him she was receiving from their relationship as it was.

He placed the key back in the envelope, licked the flap, and sealed it shut.

"Wonderful," she said. "I think we've established an excellent basis for our second year."