A Boy and his Miss

Awakened from my thoughtless daze, the doorknob turning at my gaze
To open to my loving Miss; she greets me with a tender kiss
I take her jacket from her arms, she sees me fallen for her charms
A giggle creeping from her lips, as she bent down to shed her slips

“Remove your clothes,” Miss orders me; I listen and take off my tee
My jeans soon follow, to her joy, obeying as her loyal boy
Miss looks at me with lustful eyes, restless to tease her blushing prize
My swollen cock, a virgin still; she barred even a drop to spill

Miss grabbed my cock and led the way, to the couch for a little play
She sat and pushed me to my knees, spread her toes and said “Smell them, please.”
Excited for my stinky treat, I leaned into her sweaty feet
My heart with lust, I start to sniff, the scent which makes my cock go stiff

She smiled down at me above, as I craved for the toes I love
She stops my worship with a click; crossing her legs, Miss orders, “Lick.”
I obey, and remove my nose, so I may wash her sweaty toes
I start to lick the feet that stunk, and clear her of the nasty gunk

Miss smirked from high, her in control, as I cleaned toejam off her sole
Her feet had grasped me in her clutch; my cock, still stiff, ached for her touch
“That’s all for now,” her toes now clean; I stop the worship of my queen
Miss sees my cock, and with a stroke, “No cumming, boy…” she warmly spoke

I hadn’t cum within 12 weeks, aside from her set prostate leaks
Miss lets me edge when I behave, but kept me as her virgin slave
I nod my head, despite my urge; I feel my frustrations surge
But even still, my heart felt sweet; she had me smitten for her feet

Miss led me to our bedroom door, and ordered firmly, “On the floor”
She climbed in bed, with me below; her loyal boy knew where to go
I crawled at the end of the bed, and lied down as I lift my head
To see the sight of her bare feet, peeking out from under the sheet

Miss let me have a little tease, of her bare toes that smelled of cheese
I kissed them as she wished good night; beneath her feet, I soon slept tight
I dreamed about her sweaty bares, the soles that held me in their snares
Enslaved before my loving Miss, fallen into submissive bliss