Making and breaking of a cuckold – 22 The dinner party

“Let’s see cuckold, normally my whore or I use your face as our footrest while we eat but that’s being rude to our guests. It’s been rainy tonight so there’s still going to be splatter and shit on their shoes. We might put your slave tongue to good use while we eat, eh? Be very respectful and don’t disturb our guests, but crawl under the table and lick the tops of all of their shoes. Spend about 5 minutes on each pair and we should be finished this course by then. Chop chop”.

I guess it was unrealistic to expect my subjugation to plateau, let alone cease, but every day seemed to bring new depths of humiliation courtesy of Sir Max, Mistress Gemma, and their family and friends. I was about to crawl under a table and lick 6 pairs of shoes, 3 male, including one I’d never met before and hadn’t even been introduced to yet. My response?

“Yes Sir”.

So I started at the opposite end of the table to Max with Empress Christine’s ankle boots. They were aromatic from prolonged wear and still moist from the rain. I dug my tongue into all the little crevices, especially between the sole and the upper and, judging by the grit between my teeth, was rewarded with a good yield of dirt and shit. I must admit it turned me on. She was so sexy and the boots were too. My head was full of the smell of her foot sweat in the leather and my submission to her, and my cock strained against my chastity tube. I lost track of time until a little dig in my ribs from somebody’s shoe and an admonition to move on.