The Reward
Once we were at home, I still couldn't keep Stacy quiet. "When do I get my reward, Mistress Gail?" repeated every other breath. Constantly. Finally, after I had changed into my bedtime attire (a pair of 4-inch heeled mules, and a see-through short nylon robe, in pink, like my mules) and Stacy had stripped naked, wearing only a cock and ball harness, as was my requirement when I had nothing else in mind for him to wear, I gave in to his endless pleas.
"Okay, Stacy. I've been thinking of what I could give you for a reward. I've decided on your very favorite activity. How would you like to show me just how much you love me?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress Gail. That would be wonderful. Please let me show you."
"You remember how to do it, Stacy?"
"Oh, yes. I could never forget that."
As I settled back into my recliner, I said, "Okay, Stacy. You may begin." It was a ritual that I had taught him months earlier, but had not recently allowed it. I lit a cigarette and flipped on the CD player with some soft mood music.
Stacy tripped all over himself as he turned down the lights and lit several candles stationed around the room. Then, his Viagra induced hard cock preceding him, he placed a TV tray next to my recliner, and put a iced wine cooler beside it with a bottle of very expensive vintage wine (at his expense, of course) He poured a wine glass ¾ full and set it on the TV tray along with a penis whip and a riding crop.
Done with the preliminaries, he knelt at my feet and lifted my right foot, removed the mule lovingly, and started the ritual. He sucked each toe, beginning with the smallest, and as he moved from one to the next he kept repeating his mantra, "I love Mistress Gail. I love my Mistress Gail." He stayed at each toe until I signaled for him to go to the next by tapping his shoulder lightly with the riding crop. At the three-tap signal, he moved to the other foot and the routine continued. I allowed this foot worship to continue for almost an hour. Then a duo of three taps signaled Stacy to go to my pussy.
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