Making and breaking of a cuckold – 22 The dinner party

The next shoes belonged to her date whose name was Zack I had determined, even though we hadn’t been introduced. He wore brogues which was unusual for a man his age which, in itself was an issue for me. He was probably 20 years younger than me and we hadn’t spoken yet he had wiped his muddy shoes on my immaculate white shirt and now I was under a table licking his shoes. And, of course, brogues have so many nooks and crannies, my tongue was very busy.

I was ignored as I plied my trade as a cuckold footslave and I could tell they were all having a good time by the volume of the talk and the hilarity. I worked my way past Princess Sheridan’s shiny pumps and the others then finally onto Sir Max’s boots. They were, of course, huge, size 13 in fact, and my tongue was very busy putting a shine on them. I really didn’t want any more trouble tonight.

Max lifted my face up with his boot and told me to open my mouth. He dropped in a piece of gristle he had chewed then spoke, “That piece of meat had a sinew in it faggot. That’s not good enough. Now you can suck on it as punishment. I want you to keep it in your mouth as a reminder to be fastidious when preparing our food. Don’t swallow it, I will ask you to show me it later”.