A Rainy Afternoon

It was a rainy afternoon. Our plans to visit the botanical gardens were literally a wash. I decided to make the most of the time at home and curl up with a good book. You decided to whine and pout and that's how you ended up on your knees beside the sofa, hands behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth.

I look down at you absently at the end of a particularly riveting chapter. Your big, brown eyes are fixed on me, pleading.

"Are you ready to be a good puppy now?"

You nod and whimper softly. I try to hide my smile as I lean down to remove the gag. You keep your hands behind your back, but lean forward to kiss my hand as I move to put the gag on the table beside us.

"I'm sorry, Miss," you whisper as you nuzzle my hand. I run my hands through your soft, brown hair, petting gently.

"You're forgiven, my little love. But isn't it better when you're a good boy for me, hmm?"

You nod vigorously and move to kiss my legs. I grab your red leather collar and tug on it gently. "Did I say you could do that?"

"N-no, Miss, but...."

"Say please."

"Pleeeease....please, Miss. Please let me worship you."

I laugh quietly and let go of your collar. "All right. You may worship my legs and feet while I read, but you'd better keep quiet and not disturb me."

You immediately begin kissing my right outer thigh, moving slowly down toward my knee. I pet your hair absently as I return to my book. I feel your tongue lick softly just behind my knee and hear you trying to stifle a moan. You lick and kiss a warm, wet trail down my calf before kissing my heel gently.

By this point you're whining quietly and I'm only pretending to read my book. You lick softly up and down the sole of my foot, pausing to kiss each time you reach the heel or toes. You kiss each toe gently before putting all of them into your mouth at once. Your eyes are closed and your face is red with the effort, but I know you love this. I can see the evidence when I glance down between your spread knees. You're rock hard and straining against your shorts. You're so deep in ecstasy that you don't think I'm looking. I catch one hand moving from behind your back to palm yourself roughly.

"Did I say you could touch, pup?"

Your eyes pop open and you shake your head slightly, whimpering as you put the guilty hand back in place. I pull my toes from your mouth and begin to scold you.

"Such a greedy, disobedient boy. You're supposed to be serving me, making up for your brattiness earlier, and instead you're rubbing yourself and making a dirty mess in your shorts."

You blush bright red and whine loudly. I can see the damp patch on your shorts grow at my harsh words.

"Please, Miss. I need -," you start before being silenced by a slap.

"You need what I give you, little mutt. Lay down on your back on the floor."

You comply immediately, scared to disobey further and hoping for mercy. I scoot forward to the edge of the sofa and put my left foot on your face. You start to nuzzle it and whimper when I slide my other foot between your legs, resting it exactly where you want it.

"Since you can't decide if you want to be a good puppy or a little slut today, you may as well make it entertaining for me. I'll hold my feet just like this. I want you to worship this foot and get yourself off with the other."

You moan loudly as I rub my left foot against your face and my right foot against your clothed cock.

"Make a pretty show for me, puppy."

You whimper as you suck my toes into your mouth and start grinding your hips up against my other foot. You close your eyes in concentration. Your face looks absolutely gorgeous, flushed bright red, mouth stuffed full. The noises coming from you are sinful.

I can feel wetness on both of my feet. Your hips are moving in a more jerky rhythm. I can tell you're close to orgasm, your eyebrows knit together in concentration.

"I can't tell which foot is wetter at this point, dirty boy. Are you going to cum for me?"

That's all it takes to push you over the edge. I pull my toes from your mouth with a wet pop so I can hear your loud moans as you cum in your pants. You shudder, gasping on the floor, trying to catch your breath.

I slide off the sofa and gather you in my arms, wrapping a blanket around you and cooing softly in your ear. You whimper quietly and nuzzle against my chest.

"Shhh. Good boy. Is that better, baby? You did so well for me."

"Thank you, Miss," you whisper.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Let's go get a shower and then you can show me what else that little puppy tongue of yours can do."