Her Bitch - A short story

I check your text one last time as I approach your door.

"Be here at 10am sharp. Wear your collar and leash. Strip and kneel on my porch and wait for me"

I am wearing collar and leash but surely you don't mean for me to wait naked. I kneel by your door and wait.

Ten minutes pass until I hear the door opening. Your feet appear in my view wearing black sandals.

"I thought I said strip boy. What the fuck is this?"

"I thought that must be wrong Mistress. I can't sit here naked in the open waiting for you."

"I said strip and I meant it! Everybody knows you're a slut. Now get that shit off and do it quick. My girls are coming to pick me up."

I stand and strip naked. My cage gleaming in the sun. I kneel back down with legs together to hide my locked cock.

"Spread those knees slut. You ain't hiding shit. Show what you are"  Your sandaled foot slides between my knees and kicks them apart. My cock strains at the cage at how easily you control me. Nothing but a slave to you. My focus completely on your perfect foot.

"That's better. Now give me your wallet."

I retrieve my wallet from the pants next to me and raise my head up to you as I hand it over.

"Fuck you doing boy? I didn't give you permission to look at me. Get your eyes down where they belong."

I drop my gaze to your foot still between my knees. I hear you open my wallet and take out the cash. The wallet lands on my pants as you drop it.

"Me and the girls are doing a little shopping and then lunch. You're going to stay right here and wait for me. If you're a good bitch I will let you lick my feet clean when I get back. You gonna be a good bitch?"

I nod my head. 

"Say it boy. Say what you are."

"I'm your bitch Mistress. I'll be a good bitch for you."

You move your foot back and a drop of spit lands on the porch between my knees.

"Something for you to focus on. Don't want you distracted and looking around. Focus on me boy. I better find you right the fuck here when I get back."

I feel the collar pull as you hang my leash on your door knob.

I hear a car pull up as I stare at your spit in front of me.

As you walk away I begin my internal mantra.

"A good bitch gets to lick her feet. A good bitch gets to lick her feet."