Locktober: Last Footjob Before One Month in Chastity
Locktober is coming, but my foot slave won’t be! For an entire month, I’ll be keeping him locked and limp in this tiny device - a cute pink chastity cage so secure that he’ll never be able to get his sissy-clit free! Being the generous goddess that I am, I decide to treat him to one last steamy footjob, and I use my soft, wrinkly arches to edge his puny little sissy-cock before putting it away under my lock and key!
The morning after locking my slave up for locktober, I decide to check-in to make sure that his chastity device is secure. It hasn’t even been a full 24 hours, yet he’s already at a fever pitch of frustration. I have no mercy. Pathetic males need control, so he needs to suck it up and make his goddess proud. I own his cock now. I control the freedom of his manhood.
October isn’t all about enforced male chastity - it’s also about transitioning your wardrobe into fall fashion, and switching to closed-toed shoes! I’ve worn these white flip flops every day of Summer, and I need them to be sparkling clean before I put them away until next year. I order my foot bitch to use his hungry and devoted tongue on them, knowing he won’t be able to resist such a humiliating task if it gets him closer to my bare feet. He starts with the filthy bottoms, licking up every square inch of dirt and grime until his tongue is black. Then, he drools and worships with utter devotion as he gets a taste of the dark, sweaty and salty footprints on the insoles. Such a lucky foot slave!
In my first clip since Locktober, I have a confession to make. Realizing how easy it was to overpower my loser boyfriend when he was locked up in chastity has made me lose all respect for him. I’ll never see him as man again, I’ll only see him as a skinny, scrawny, wimp-dick sissy who’s always been a terrible lover and a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend.
I compare one of my size 6 feet to his tiny dicklet, and it doesn’t even measure up to half the size of it. I allow him to try and fuck me, keeping my anklet on and keeping him paralyzed with the fear of getting locked back up at any given moment. The pressure makes him try harder to please me, but his pathetic pindick is just embarrassing. Finally, after he’s taken all of the humiliation he can take, I start to use those little sounds I used to use to reassure his ego, moaning and breathing hard, and sarcastically telling him how big his dick is.
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