Sometimes Donna torments me in ways that are not painful, yet she reminds me of how in control she is of my body and mind at all times. Yesterday my Mistress Donna and Master A were heading out to a black tie affair. Herein lies my deepest desires for M. Donna.

I was waiting downstairs to open the door when they were prepared to leave. I watched as M. Donna and Master A walked down the stairs together dressed to the nines. I was especially aware of the beauty of my Mistress. M. Donna always keeps herself in good shape and her thin lithe body was just something I wanted to lick all over.

As she and Master approached I got on my knees and prepared to receive my final orders until they returned. M. Donna put out her foot (with shoe on of course) for me to kiss before she left. She knows that above all else I desire from her that worshipping her feet are my greatest desire. I was ready to bust but I knew better. I have strict orders that at no time am I even to have any pre-cum without her express order to do so. M. Donna knew I was busting inside and there was nothing I could do. 

As she placed her shoed foot in front of her gown for me to kiss I slowly placed my lips on the tip of the most beautiful shoes she has worn to date. I love pointy high heels of about 2-3 inches and tonight she had them on. There were beautfiful black shoes and M. Donna was wearing beautiful black stockings. The front of her shoe did not cover her entire foot and from where her toes and arch met I could see her "toe cleavage". I was dying to place my hand on her shoe, take off her shoe and then begin smelling and kissing her foot. I knew better though. Master A. gave a short laugh as I was humiliated in front of him and he knew it. M. Donna never lets me forget that I'm not the man he his and will never be. She takes every opportunity to humiliate me in front of Master A. and there's nothing I could do. If I disobey M. Donna then Master A. will punish me - and it's more painful then when M. Donna punishes me. Master A. can be very cruel.

I received my marching orders for the evening and told to be ready when they return. Usually, I'm used to enhance their sexual pleasure when they are together. It could be anything from eating pussy to sucking dick or worse. I am expected to comply or else. I figured this to be the case but I was very surprised when Mistress and Master returned. Master A. was tired and went immediately to bed but M. Donna had a cruel grin on  her face.

"Undress me, and if you make any mistake I will punish you", as M. Donna waited for me to unzip her gown. I carefully hung it and noticed M. Donna waiting at the foot of the bed for me. I quickly ran to her and got on my knees. I can see that M. Donna was holding the one punishment device that made me cringe - it was a chastity device. "Put this on", she ordered and on it went. I handed M. Donna the key and then she placed it in a box away from the tow of us. She sat down again and crossed her legs.

Here I was, on my knees in front of a woman that I find irresistable in all ways and she's dressed in nothing but stockings and 3 inch black pumps with stilleto heels. She snapped her fingers and pointed to her shoes. I quickly crawled over. "Take off my shoes slowly" M. Donna ordered. She was twirling her foot in the usual way she does when she's impatient so I knew this would be a very long evening. As I slowly and finally got a grip on her shoe I slowly pulled so as not to hurt M. Donna in any way as I removed her shoes. The smell was intoxicating. I suppose I should have expected that since she was at a black tie affair and was probably dancing and who knows what else.

"I hope you like the smell down there because you've got quite a long way to go. I'm going to torment you all night into the morning. You will sleep with my feet in your face tonight and wake up with me kicking you in the face - that's if you can even get to sleep you little shit of a man", she said as she picked up her foot to switch legs and kicked me in the face in the process.

This was not to be my night. Not only was I being tormented, now I 'm being spoken down to and humiliated by M. Donna.

I took off her other shoe. "Put my shoes away and get back here immediately". I did as M. Donna ordered. "You are a slow-ass and you will be punished for it. When I give you an order I expect you to comply within my time not yours", she said. I said nothing as I was not allowed to react at all. I could only take whatever abuse she do dished out. 

"Now, take my stockings off and do it with my feet in your face foot-boy!", she barked. My dick was ready aching inside the chastity device and M. Donna knew it. The more I was near the smell and feel of her feet the worse the pain got and I knew that no relief was forthcoming. "If you make the slightest mistake taking off my stockings, if I get a run or you wrinkle them in any way then I'll make you wear that chastity belt an extra week. Am I making myself clear foot-idiot?  Yes, M. Donna you are perfectly clear", I said.

Here I was, on my knees with M. Donna's feet directly in my face. If not for the chastity device I would cum right where  stood. The smell was so delicious and I could feel the firm but wrinkled soles of M. Donna's feet at the same time. I was dying. I wanted to cry as I knelt in anguish.

"I want a pedicure. We wil try different colors until I'm satisfied and if you make any mistakes you'll start over again. I'm going to make you bust before this is all over you little foot-freak. Give me a pedicure just like you used to do for your mother when you were a child. You'll do it once and then again until I say I've had enough. C'mon foot-freak get started." Then M. .Donna slapped me with the sole of her foot right in my face so that I knew she meant business. "When you are done you will be placed in the box at the foot of my bed for the evening". Now I knew I was in for a very long evening.

The box M. Donna was speaking about was a contraption that Master A. built that was part of their bed. Master A. had taken the bottom half of their bed and installed a box with a seat and restraings in it. When the mood struck either one of them I would be placed in the box, wrists and ankles restrained on my head sticking out of the bed at about the position of their feet. I would be placed in the box naked to further humiliate me. Once in the box only my head would be exposed and Master A. or M. Donna can either play with my face or as they usually would do - kick me in the face with their feet. Sometimes, I'd be told to lick their feet but this time I was to spend the night with M. Donna's feet in my face.

This ends today's fantasy.