A Toe Out of Line Ch. 01

"Louder."

Her voice was still so angry that I could feel it almost pierce my heart. Louder? As I replayed what had just happened in my head I realized my voice had been a bit quiet. But it was only because we were alone. And on such a silent street, outside a high-class party where we knew everyone, it had been my instinct to keep our scene private. But Alexis wanted it louder.

As I mentally prepared myself for what deep down inside I knew I would eventually have to do, I realized it didn't matter what I thought, or if I disagreed with her. I had made her mad. And now I was being punished by her for it. And regardless of how embarrassed or scared I was of what she had told me to do, I had to do it. Simply because she had told me to.

"ARF! ARF! RUFF! RUFF!" I barked, this time much louder. I was almost yelling, and as I did so I felt tears coming to my eyes, realizing how much I had just humiliated myself. If anyone from the party had taken a step outside for any reason, or was on the balcony of Cynthia's house, they would have heard the dog-like sounds I had just made without a doubt. And as they looked over to where they came from, and saw Alexis from over the top of our car, with her arms folded and her head looking down angrily, they would have realized how much those dog-sounds sounded like they came from a human mouth. And anyone that knew Alexis would not be surprised at all by the revelation that would follow.

I felt exposed. And so fearful of what others would think. Was this how Alexis had felt? Was this what she meant when she said I needed to be shown how humiliated she felt? The fear in my heart of the unknown, the greatest fear there is, only grew as I thought about how many people could have heard what I just did. If someone had walked out of the house, I would have surely heard it. But what about the balcony? The sound the sliding door makes would have been far too soft for us to hear over here, with all the buzz coming from the party, especially for me with my head near the ground behind the car. But I would have surely been able to hear people on the balcony talking right? Unless they weren't talking. But the only reason why people would come out onto the balcony and not speak was if they had known beforehand what Alexis was going to do to me.

As soon as the thought entered my mind I realized I had to have been overthinking it. Alexis wouldn't do that to me, right? Normally I would say no, but with how angry she was with my behavior, an anger that she had clearly been keeping pent up inside her for quite sometime, I had no idea what to expect. Sadly for me, I would never know the truth. I dared not tilt my head to the left to peek a glance at Cynthia's house through the windows of the car. A dog would never do that. And I had stepped out of line one too many times already this night.

The fear of the unknown, of whether or not there were people outside of my wife and I that knew of the subservience and debasement I was exhibiting for her in a public space, was a fear that would be left to linger and eat away at me. As I felt naked and exposed, humiliated and debased, and worst of all fearful of what others would think, I realized why I had done all of this. I had done it for my wife. The woman I loved, worshipped, and adored more than anything else in the universe. The woman who truly loved me and also loved to dominate over me and control me, and who knew how much I loved it and loved her.

Tears began to fall from eyes as I bent my head downwards toward her legs, brushing my hair against her calves. I wanted more than anything just then to lift my hands up and grasp her amazingly toned and sexy calves, to smother then in kisses and slowly work my up. Up to her muscular and fit thighs, and then up to her crotch. I wanted more than anything to worship her there. To show her how much I adored her and how much I worshipped her and her dominance over me. But I knew I wouldn't be allowed any such thing. I had lost the privilege of showing my wife my adoration for her in the way that she normally liked to have me do so.

And so, after barking out loudly for everyone that my wife had decided should hear it to hear, I accepted my place at my wife's feet. As her bitch, her object. Her property. This is what she had wanted to remind me of and this was what I knew I was. And this was how I would behave until she decided otherwise.

I slid my head down along her calves, until finally, my mouth was at the top of her feet. The tears that had been rolling down my cheeks had rolled all the way down to the bottom, and all of a sudden, because of the slight shift in angle, a drop fell onto her feet. Immediately, as it fell, I knew what I had to do and stuck my tongue out and carefully licked the tear off, doing so right as the tear hit her foot.

I then let out a whimper. And remembering what she had said when I had barked before, I let out another whimper, louder than the first, and then a third one even louder and loud enough for the people who I wasn't sure existed to hypothetically hear clearly.

"Good boy." I heard my wife coo softly.

Her two simply words of praise were somehow all I needed to forget all the fear and trepidation I had just been feeling. It had all been transformed into an invigorating and glowing happiness. The happiness that I had pleased my owner, that I had made HER happy. I could almost feel the smile of satisfaction I knew my wife was making warm up the back of my head, as I lowered the rest of my mouth further down onto her feet and began to worship them.

I started out with two deep French kisses, one for each foot, like I had done before. I flicked my tongue a tiny bit like before as well. But afterwards, I returned my mouth back to her left foot. And this time, instead of a flicker of my tongue, I opened my lips further apart as I smooched my lips to her feet, and let my tongue lick up and down her skin as I made out with the tops of her feet. After I sufficiently licked and kissed her foot, I withdrew my tongue, and slowly closed the gap my mouth was making until it was fully closed. Right at that moment, I pushed my lips ever so slightly down as a kiss and then lifted my mouth up, making a loud puckering sound. The sound I knew my wife loved to hear.

I then moved my lips a bit farther down her foot, and then repeated. I made sure to keep the same, slow, careful, erotic pacing of my licks and kissing, I wanted to show my wife how I was doing this out of my love and adoration for her, and that I wasn't trying to be impatient in my worship of her. I continued until I covered every inch of her foot that her pumps left exposed, and was careful not to get any saliva on her shoes, and I even got a bit of her ankle as well. For those of you who have not tried ankle worship, I highly recommend it. It shows that it is not about the foot and the foot fetish you may or may not have, but about pure servitude and submission to your partner.

I myself did not initially have a foot fetish. I appreciated pretty feet, but I also appreciated every inch of a woman's body. However, Alexis enjoyed having me worship her feet, and the general sight of seeing me at her feet serving her as a sign of her dominance. After being trained by her, I sort of developed a foot fetish of my own. But only for her, only for my amazing Goddess.

As I finished up her left foot, I lifted my head a bit, catching my breath. My worship had taken all of my concentration and had not left me much time to breathe. As I panted I let my tongue hang out of my mouth, panting the same way a dog does. Reminding my Mistress, that I knew my place. That I was her bitch and I knew I was expected to act like it and so I was prepared to be proactive about showing it.

After briefly recollecting myself, I brought my head back down, this time on her right foot, and I gave it the most intense adoration and worship with my lips and tongue I knew how. I slipped into subspace, and after I finished I had that feeling after waking up from a nap, where you are unsure of where you are or how much time has passed. I realized that my Mistress would most likely be returning back to the party (which was why I hadn't extended my worship to her shoes), and that her feet would have to be cleaned from the trace amounts of saliva that were left on them.

However, given the recent events, I considered that perhaps my Mistress wanted those trace amounts to be there. For others to see, and know that her husband had just spent what felt like an hour licking and kissing her feet, because he wasn't allowed to get up off his hands and knees and kiss anything else. But I wasn't allowed to speak or even make a gesture of verbal communication. How could I ask my Mistress for what she wanted so I wouldn't displease her?

Thinking quickly on the spot, I tilted my head slightly to the side, and then brushed it against the tops of her feet. This was how she had trained me to clean up after my worship of her feet, and I made sure to only make a brief contact with her skin, so as to not accidentally clean it too much in case she wanted me to leave it that way. I then lifted my head up and craned my neck to look up at my Mistress. Making big puppy dog eyes, I let out an inquisitive whine, asking my wife whether or not she wanted me to continue.

As she looked down on me, her face stoic as ever, I couldn't help but admire her beautiful nose. Again. Somehow, from down here, as I saw her looking down on me with that nose I fell in love with her even more, if that were even possible. I noticed her arms were still folded, her biceps slightly flexed and a painful reminder of the corporal punishment she was always capable of inflicting on me on a whim. But despite all this, she couldn't help but break out a bit of a smile, as she nodded and commanded, "Yes. Clean them for me."

I needed no further instructions as I happily lowered my head and tilted my cheek to wipe the lingering saliva off her foot, I swiftly alternated cheek to cheek, and after I had thoroughly dried her left foot, I did the same for the right foot.

My foot worship of my Goddess complete, I moved my hands and knees back, and then brought my forehead to the ground. My butt was stuck up high in the air as I tried to imitate the dog's position of submission as best as I could, and I let out two weak whimpers.

I waited for my Mistress' response. Hoping she would give me permission to lift my head off the ground and look at her, giving me a chance to admire her beauty once more. Instead however, she seemed to be pondering what to do next, and left me lying on the ground in that sorry position in silence. The buzz from Cynthia's house was still lively as ever, and continued in the background. However, this momentary pause in our scene only lasted long enough for me to notice, and before I knew it I felt the bottom of her shoe on top of my head.

She stepped down, pushing my forehead and nose deeper into the ground. She began to twist her foot from side to side, grinding my face into the ground. I knew she must be enjoying the pain she was getting to inflict on me, taking advantage of the perfect position of submission I was giving her. Had we been at home, she would have likely taken a lot more advantage of my ass that was sticking up off the ground, but that's a box of thought that's better left unopened.

Thankfully, she only grinded my head down into the ground for a few moments, but as she did so she began to speak.

"I'm glad you know your place, bitch. I really enjoyed that."

She stopped grinding my head into the ground but kept her shoe on top of my head.

"But you know what," she said her voice turning away from the content tone she had before, "I don't think I'm done with you quite yet."

As she said that she dragged the bottom of her shoe across my hair as she returned it back to the ground. And then opened the passenger door of the car right next to us.

She then took a seat inside, but sideways, keeping her legs out of the car and her body facing out where she could see me.

"Up."

I quickly obeyed her one word command, as I lifted my head and elbows off the ground into my previous hands and knees position. I hadn't been given permission to turn, so I kept my head facing straight forward, with my wife now on my left. However, out of the corner of my eye I could still see her, and I saw her silently stick her index finger out and curl it back towards her. She was directing me to come towards her, and quite sexily too. I obediently crawled over so that I was kneeling directly in front of her.

As she was now sitting down, her knees were bent, and I was able to take in the beauty of her sexy legs. Her shapely calves that extended down to her perfect ankles. These in turn were the bridge to her amazing feet encased by sexy black heels, which I had physically worshipped so intently just moments before. But this treat was only to last for an instant.

Almost as if in slow motion, I saw my wife's left foot rise up towards me. Before I could even tell what had happened, my eyes were shut tight and all I saw was darkness.

All I felt was something large and VERY forceful hitting me on the right side of my face, followed by the sound of my wife laughing out loud. As I opened my eyes and realized whatever had hit me and knocked me to the ground, I noticed my Wife's left foot hovering over my face.

She had crossed her left leg over her right, but before doing so had asked me to come closer so she could kick me in the face while she did it! And now she was just laughing gleefully! Her plan had worked perfectly, and there was no longer any doubt that my wife was a devious sadist. I thought about how lucky we were to have found each other, complimenting one another perfectly, and as I did so I lifted my head and body back up to get into the position on my hands and knees that I had been in before my Wife kicked my head.

I knew that this what she expected. And after I recomposed myself I slowly moved my head forward, and kissed the bottom tip of her left shoe, that was dangling in mid air. I then slowly pulled my head back into the same position I held before, and then hung my head down low. As I did this, Alexis' laughter slowly died down, as she realized how I had so reverently kissed the shoe that had kicked me so harshly moments earlier.

I saw her lean forward, and then felt her had patting the top of my head

"Good boy." She said happily, as she gave me both praise and the condescension of being spoken to like a dog in two words. She ran her fingers through my hair, and ruffled it a bit.

"But you know," she said thoughtfully, pulling her hand back, "dogs don't wear clothing." She leaned back and sat up straight.

"Strip." She ordered intently, her tone now changing back to that of a harsh commanding officer.

I moved back slightly, and then hesitated a bit. I wasn't sure how I was expected to maintain the decorum of being a dog while taking off my clothing. I dared not lift my hands off the ground without getting explicit permission from my Mistress first. I raised my head up at her and looked at her inquisitively, giving her a tiny whine to accompany my big puppy eyes.

My wife simply smiled, knowing how much care I was taking in being her bitch, and in showing her how well I knew my place and longed for her forgiveness.

"Yes, you may get up off the ground to take off your clothes. But after you finish you're going to get right back on your hands and knees."

Nodding my head to show I understood, I lifted my hands off the ground and leaned back into a kneeling position, keeping my head down so that I could only see my Mistress' feet. I wanted to show her I knew that this privilege had been granted only to serve her specific need, and that I wasn't to stop being every bit as subservient as a dog would.

I began to unbutton my shirt, but as I did so I realized I would have to stand up afterwards to remove my pants and underwear. When doing so, the protection our Lexus offered us would no longer be available, and any passerby could see me standing up with my shirt off, making motions as though I were removing my pants as well. So I stopped unbuttoning my shirt halfway, and then rose and took my shoes, pants and underwear off first. When I undid my belt and the button of my pants, my penis immediately shot up straight, into its position of least resistance. It no longer had anything blocking or constraining it from pointing anywhere but straight up. When I pulled down my underwear, I noticed my wife's eyes staring intently at my groin. My penis was quite enlarged, standing at full mast, but the bottom of my shirt now covered up the top. I then knelt back down, and then, keeping my head tilted down in submission, slowly finished unbuttoning my shirt.

Fully naked now, I placed my shirt in the pile of clothing and shoes to my left, and then neatly folded them together. I placed this neat package in front of me, and got on my hands and knees, fully naked, now truly like an animal. I bowed my head down low, to the ground, and then pushed the package of clothes and shoes forward with my nose, inching it closer to my wife. After I had pushed it forward with my nose sufficiently enough, I let out a small whimper, letting my wife know I was done, and ready to continue my role as her pet and plaything.

"Mmm," My wife murmured as she looked happily over my fully naked body. She let out a sigh of happiness. My body was quite toned, and I'm sure it pleased my mistress to see such a strong man on his knees in front of her, knowing she wasn't dominating just any weakling but a very fit and endowed man. And this man was on his knees, actively seeking to please and worship her, to show his adoration for her in any way he could, because he loved her and he loved being her pet.

My wife then bent over and picked up the pile of neatly folded clothing and shoes on the ground, and then leaned back and tossed them into the back seat of our car.

"You won't be needing those for a while," she said naughtily. Leaving me to think about just how long I would be out here naked like this. It was just then that it hit me that I was outside, in public, on a street, naked. Not just naked, but on my hands and knees, head bent down, in front of my wife sitting on the passenger seat of our car as if it were her throne, with one leg sexily crossed over the other. Luckily there was almost no chance of someone seeing me, unless they already knew I was here. It was pitch black outside, and there were no houses on this side of the street, only a field. Because of the car, and because I was down so low on my hands and knees, there was no way anyone other than my wife could see me, unless they walked all the way over and looked directly to the side. But both my wife and I would easily be able to hear such a thing due to the silence that accompanied this dark night. And I knew that even if seeing me act subservient in front of others were a possibility, my wife would never let me be seen naked in front of others. Not on purpose anyway.

But as I felt as slight breeze brush past my skin, I felt truly naked and exposed. And as I felt my penis hug my stomach and dig into my abs because it couldn't go any higher, I realized that this must have been the same way dogs felt when they got an erection. My head still looking down as I kneeled on my hands and knees before my wife, I truly felt like I was at her mercy, that I was her object and plaything, to do with as she wished.

But just then I felt the tip of her left shoe, the one that she had been dangling so sexily in front, touch the bottom of my chin. She then tilted it up, bringing my chin and head up with it as I looked up at her face. I noticed now that she had picked up her Coach bag from inside of the car, and was clutching it lightly on her lap. I wondered what she had in there that was so important, but I knew I would be finding out soon enough.