Making and breaking of a cuckold – 18 The bar B que

“Breakfast duties faggot”. I was released and made breakfast for Gemma and Max then lay with my face under her feet as usual. Max spoke;

“Uh uh cuckold. Get your face under my feet”.

I shifted and Max lowered his large, powerful manly feet onto my face. It was quite a sight, lying on my back under the table, seeing these massive plates of meat slowly enveloping my face. He rested one foot across my lips and the other across my forehead.

The sensation was quite different to Gemma because of the size of his feet and the weight they exerted on my face. But I knew the Rule. No moving under any circumstances. They chatted away but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Max then spoke to me;

“From now on, when we eat, your Mistress and I will share you as our footrest faggot. It’s the job of a good cuckold to be of use to his Master”.

I replied with a muffled, “Yes Sir”. It was annoying because I loved being under Gemma’s warm soft feet but I hated being under Max’s big ugly feet. I knew the situation wasn’t up for discussion though.