Owned by the Landlady - 11 (Patreon)

Owned by the Landlady - 11

Josh - you can't just give someone a new fetish

Thank god it's Friday! I was determined to try and have some sort of normal weekend this week. And by normal I mean no chastity cage, no maid work and as little humiliation as possible.

The only thing standing in my way was today's shift. I had to make sure to be as well behaved as possible to avoid any punishment that would extend into the weekend, and I had a feeling Diane would be doing the exact opposite.

I ate some breakfast and hung out in my room until it was time to start my shift. As expected, Diane came barging into my room just before eleven. “Almost time for work, sissy!”

“Great, can't wait.” I replied sarcastically.

“Hey, less attitude, mister. I expect my maid to be on her best behaviour today.” She said, emphasising the feminine pronoun.

“Aren't I always, Ma'am?”

“Keep going with the sarcasm, sissy, I can happily go back to the store and buy that latex outfit.” Said Diane, smiling as though she would love nothing more than to do just that.

“I'm fine with this one thanks.” I said, lifting my maid outfit from my dresser. It still felt weird to think of it as my outfit.

“Aww, I knew you liked it.” Diane smiled, leaving me to change before I could reply.

—

Diane was relentless with the demands during my shift. She would fire requests at me at random, even while I was in the middle of my tasks, and every time I would be required to respond with a curtsey and a ‘yes, ma'am’.

“Don't forget the backs of the photo frames.”

“Yes, ma'am.” And curtsy, mid-dusting.

“Don't leave streaks on the counter tops when you wipe them down.”

“Yes, ma'am.” And curtsy again.

“Bend at the waist.”

“Keep those legs straight.”

“Don't scuff the floors with those heels.”

Every command was expected to be acknowledged with agreement and a curtsy. She admonished me when I simply replied ‘yes, ma'am’ without the curtsy one time.

As I was bent over, dusting off the bottom rung of her TV cabinet, Diane gave my ass a tender squeeze, but apparently wasn't happy with what she felt.

“Sissy, I can feel your stubble growing back.” She said in a disappointed voice. “A good maid should be soft, feminine and pretty. You need to take care of that hair.”

“Well excuse me, ma'am” I replied with as much sarcasm as I could muster. “But I'm a guy, and we grow hair.”

“And now you're backtalking me while on duty, tut tut. It's like you want me to punish you.” Diane said, shaking her head. “And by the way, I grow hair too, but guess what, I keep on top of it. I expect you to do the same while you're living and working here.”

“Yes, ma'am” I replied through gritted teeth, knowing that I would be facing the punishment wheel later….

‘I should have seen this coming’ I thought to myself as I stood in Diane’s room facing the punishment wheel again.

“So that's one spin for the poor personal hygiene, and one for forgetting to curtsy…again. And let's see, what else was there….Oh, right, the backtalk, very unprofessional. You really should be better at this by now. Oh well, rules are rules.” Diane said, feigning disappointment, even though I could clearly tell she was overjoyed at the thought of punishing me again.

I noticed something new had been added to the wheel, something which I had to snort at.

“Josh gets a new fetish. And how exactly do you plan to do that?” I asked.

“You don't think I can? Do you not get hard every time someone teases you about your small cock? Or did that happen before you met me?” She replied with that cocky smirk.

“I do not get hard when you tease me! I've just learned to tolerate it, that's all.” I said, but I thought back to all the times I had felt that little twinge of arousal when she teased me about my size. There was just something about the way she said things that seemed to push my buttons.

“Keep telling yourself that dear, I think I'll give you a foot fetish. I do like having my feet worshipped.” Diane mused, almost to herself.

“Whatever. Are you gonna spin your stupid wheel or what?” I said, wanting to get this over with.

“Don't mind if I do.” Diane gave the wheel a sharp spin and we listened to the clicking as the different options blurred past.

What would it be? A new fetish, a spanking, a new addition to the outfit, extended chastity time or my reward blowjob? I had to admit, despite the anal play she snuck into the last blowjob, I had very much enjoyed myself.

‘Click. Click..click……click…….click’ The wheel came to a stop as I held my breath and read the outcome.

‘A new addition to the work uniform.’ Great, would she use that gag with the attachments maybe? Or that other thing she bought that remained hidden away?

“Oooh an outfit upgrade. Nice. Let's go again.” Diane spun the wheel a second as I hoped for something more forgiving, the ‘Diane sucks Josh's tiny cock’ would have been my preferred outcome.

‘Josh gets a new fetish’ I suppressed a smile as I thought about how impossible it would be for Diane to just give me a new fetish. “Well, good luck with that one.” I said, a little cockily.

“Oh don't worry, we'll both have fun with that one, trust me.” Diane said, conspiratorially. “One more spin.” Diane sent the wheel spinning again, only for it to land on the ‘addition to the uniform’ section again. “Hmm, nah, don't want to repeat the same punishment twice in one day, that would be unfair.” I didn't argue with her as she spun the wheel again.

The clicking slowed down to a stop, and to my despair landed on my least preferred section. ‘Another forty eight hours in chastity.’ “Fuck!” I said in despair. “Don't you feel like changing it again?” I asked.

“Aww, sorry sissy. I already gave you one freebie.” Diane replied, before adding. “But I guess I could be persuaded to change it to a slightly different punishment. That is if you reeeaally don't want to spend the whole weekend in chastity.”

"What other punishment?”

“Whatever I decide. But I promise, your little penis will be available for you to play with all weekend long if you take the offer. So what's it gonna be?”

I took a second to think, did I really want to risk giving Diane the freedom to punish me however she liked, just so I could stay out of the chastity cage all weekend? Thinking back to last weekend and how frustrating it had been to spend five days in the cage, I knew my answer.

“Okay, fine. I'll take your punishment. But that means no cage at all this weekend….even if Paige comes to visit.” I said.

“Fair enough, done.” She replied, happily.

“Great, so what's the punishment?” I asked.

“Oh we can save that for tomorrow. First we need to work on that new foot fetish of yours before you go pulling on your little pecker.”

“Right, good luck with that….”

Diane freed me from the locking outfit and shoes and allowed me to get changed and remove the cage, but she insisted that we get started right away on my new fetish, apparently it was going to take work.

With my own pants on over my panties I returned to her bedroom where she was waiting on her bed for me. I noticed she was now barefoot. Diane patted the bed next to her and directed me to lie down, facing the opposite direction so my head was near her feet.

“Okay, Diane, how do you plan to give me this new foot fetish exactly?” I asked.

“Oh it's simple really. First we do this…” she pulled the waistband of my sweat pants down enough to expose my panty covered crotch. “Then I can start doing this.”

I gasped, a little surprised as I felt Diane start to gently stroke the front of the panties, stirring my cock into life.

“See, I told you we would both enjoy this part.” Diane said as she lightly teased my cock. “You see, Josh, all it takes is a little positive association.” One of her feet moved as she spoke and she began gently stroking my face with her toes. I actually winced a little at the strangeness of the situation, but I was enjoying the teasing strokes of my cock. “I'm just gonna keep stroking your little baby dick while my feet are in your face and eventually you'll have that positive association. My feet will become pleasurable to you and before too long, you may even start to crave having them right in your face like this.” Diane explained it all so confidently, like there was no doubt that it would work.

“And you really think that will work?” I asked as her foot stroked against my face.

“Oh I know it will. It won't happen straight away of course, so we'll repeat this exercise until it's fully ingrained into your psyche.” Diane moved her foot so that her bare sole was hovering directly above my face. As she lowered her foot down over the lower half of my face, she applied a little more pressure to my cock with her hand and I gasped at the sudden increased pleasure. A gasp which caused me to inhale some of her foot scent.

“That's it, sissy, breathe me in. Just lie back and enjoy yourself.” Diane's sole was covering my mouth and her toes were over my nose as she continued to lightly stroke my cock.

I remained still, trying to ignore the foot on my face and just enjoy the sensation of her hand rubbing me through the panties, after a while though, the tease became frustrating. I tried to push my hips up to create more pressure but she adjusted accordingly, never giving me enough to get over the edge.

“Look, see, you're enjoying yourself already. But if you want more, you're gonna have to give me something. How about a little kiss?” She lifted her foot and flexed her toes above my mouth, at the same time stopping all contact with my cock. “Go ahead.”

I pursed my lips and gave her foot a quick kiss. I was rewarded with some firmer, faster rubs to my panty covered cock which earned another little moan of pleasure. The touches slowed down again shortly after but her foot remained in place. I puckered up and gave her foot another kiss and the cycle repeated.

Diane kept this up for a little while longer, alternating parts of her foot for me to kiss. Her sole, her heel, her toes. Every kiss earned more stroking and I was starting to get to the point of desperation.

“There's a good girl, you're learning fast. This process may go quicker than expected.” Diane commented on the fact my kissing her foot was now automatic and far more enthusiastic.

Unfortunately for me, she never applied enough pressure or speed to get me over the edge, and she knew exactly what she was doing. “You know the game by now, sissy, the more you give, the more you get. How about you put that tongue to work?”

She wanted me to lick her feet. “Come on, Diane, please.” I begged for more rubbing, but this was a battle I wasn't going to win. Diane kept me on the edge with her teasing strokes until I gave in and stuck out my tongue.

My plan was to take a tentative lick, just to earn more stimulation on my needy cock, but Diane had other plans. As soon as my tongue was out of my mouth, she swiped her whole sole down, forcing me to taste her. “That's it, taste my feet, sissy. Get used to it, you'll be tasting them a lot more soon, keep that tongue out.” I would like to say I was repulsed, I was more focused on the fact she chose that moment to really double down on her stroking and I felt my orgasm approaching.

I kept my tongue extended and licked at her sole, tasting her foot as I panted in desperation. “Good girl. Now cum for me, cum while you lick my feet, slut!” And cum I did.

Diane pressed her toes to my tongue as I exploded into the panties, soaking the front of them through with my orgasm. She kept her foot planted over my mouth until my orgasm was over.

“Well, I think that marks the end of our first session. Good thing you weren't caged for that, huh.” Diane hopped happily off the bed as I basked in the afterglow of my release. “I'll leave you to clean up, don't get your sissy cream on my bedsheets.”

—

I was glad to not be caged for the weekend, but as I hung around the house on Saturday morning, I couldn't help but wonder what it may have cost me. I had agreed to an unknown punishment in exchange for my freedom and I was waiting for Diane to let me know what it would be. I didn't have to wait long.

Some time in the late morning, Diane called me into her bedroom. I entered to a treat for the eyes as Diane was wearing only an incredibly small, two-piece bikini. She caught me staring at her body and smiled a little. “Perving on your landlady again, Josh?”

“Yeah, guess I am.” I replied with a shrug.

“Haha, I'm flattered. And don't worry, I have your bikini here ready. Thought we could spend some time topping up our tans today.”

“Wait…are you serious? Those damn tan lines have only just faded from the last time.” I said.

“I know, and I like knowing that they're there, so this is your punishment. You're going to put on that bikini and spend some time with me in the garden. Look on the bright side, this could be a pretty easy punishment. You get to laze around the sun, ogling my body and sipping some afternoon cocktails. So no more complaining. You agreed to a punishment instead of chastity. Get changed and I'll meet you outside.” Diane walked confidently past me, affording me a view of her ass it giggled away in the stringy bikini bottoms.

“Fuck.” I muttered to myself as I inspected the bikini she had laid out for me on her bed. It was bright green, an exact copy of the one she was wearing. We would be a matching couple.

I got changed into the bikini, feeling the string split my freshly smoothed ass cheeks. I fumbled to get the top tied correctly, partly because I wasn't used to donning a bikini top and partly due to my feminine nails. I headed downstairs and stuck my head out the back door. Diane was already laid on her sun lounger and mine was waiting for me. Her fences/hedges in the back garden were high enough that no one on the street would be able to see inside so I walked quickly to the vacant lounger and took my spot. I was separated from Diane by a small table containing a pitcher of something and two glasses that had already been poured.

“There you are. I was beginning to think you weren't coming. I already poured you your first drink, I'll let you get the next ones.” Said Diane.

“How long do I have to stay out here for?” I asked.

“As long as it takes to make sure you have a nice tan. Now stop complaining and try to enjoy yourself. It's a nice, hot day, enjoy the sun.” Diane sat up and stepped over to my chair. “Here, I'll help you with your tanning oil.” Diane squirted some oil into her palms.

“Do I really need the oil?”

“Yes, this will help you get a nice color.” Diane replied, rubbing a generous amount of the oil into my chest and stomach, working her way slowly down towards my mid-section. Her hands lingered below my navel and I felt my traitorous cock start to stiffen. Of course, Diane noticed right away. “Oh look who's excited again. It must be hard to keep pretending you don't love this when your little dicky keeps giving you away.” Diane laughed as she worked down my smooth legs with the oil.

“You did that on purpose.” I said, trying to adjust myself but it was impossible to hide an erection inside such a small pair of bottoms. Even with my supposedly small cock.

“I can't help it if your little clit responds to me so easily.” Diane replied, smirking.

“Hey!” I was used to the comments about my size, but there was something extra humiliating about my manhood being referred to as a clit.

Diane simply giggled to herself and laid back down, taking a sip of her cocktail as she did.

I lay there, baking in the sun for a while as it reached midday and the giant ball of gas moved directly overhead. I could practically feel myself burning as sweat and tanning oil ran down me. “I need to turn over,” I said, “I think this side is overcooked.”

As I rolled over to give my front a break from the heat, Diane stood back up. “I'll top you off.” She said, grabbing the oil again.

“Fine, but no writing on my back this time.” I said.

“Would I do a thing like that?” She said in mock innocence. I laid there as Diane started to rub the tanning oil into my back, quite enjoying the massage to be honest. At least I was until she reached my ass.

“Hey!” I jerked a little as I felt her finger dip deep between my cheeks and push against my ass.

“Gotta make sure I get everywhere.” Diane giggled.

“Yeah, right.” I mumbled as Diane worked down my legs before sitting back down. I was grateful to be laid on my stomach so she couldn't see the reaction from my cock.

While it was nice to be lying in the sun, I was embarrassed at the fact that I would again be marked by the tan lines, most likely for a lot longer this time. I couldn't help but wonder how far I would be willing to let her go with her feminization. I reminded myself that I could leave at any time, just pack up and go home and find another job, despite how difficult it may be. I told myself I was putting up with the treatment out of convenience, not because I enjoyed it….

—

“I think we'd better get inside before we burn. I'm pretty sure we've done enough to make sure those tan lines stay visible for a while.” Diane said, calling an end to the tanning.

“Thank god,” I said, “I think I'm melting out here.”

“Oh by the way, Paige is coming over later. I know I agreed that you didn't have to wear the cage all weekend as a trade off for the tanning, but that doesn't give you free reign to go waving your little dicklet at my niece, understand?” Diane said in a stern voice.

“Seriously, what do you take me for? I don't go waving my cock at anyone.”

“Just keep in your pants while Paige is here, okay sissy?”

“Yes, ma'am.” I replied, dipping into a half curtsy almost on pure reflex alone. I felt myself blush as soon as I realized what had happened.

Diane however, looked delighted, but didn't comment on the accidental curtsy, instead she simply said, “good girl” and walked away, presumably to shower and change.

—

After I had cleaned myself off and got dressed, I inspected myself in the mirror, my skin was a deep red color and the tan lines were more obvious than ever. I sighed as I knew that the color would only deepen more as time went on. But I didn't have time to worry about that as Diane had called me into her room again. Apparently it was time for more ‘foot training.’

“I assumed you'd want to get this out of the way before Paige gets here.” She said as I entered her room to find her wearing only a towel.

“Fine, I guess.” I replied, but there was a light stirring in my crotch as I remembered what happened with yesterday's session. “Where do you want me?”

“Seeing as you're clean you can join me on the bed again.” Diane replied.

The same cycle as yesterday repeated, Diane's feet in my face as she teased my cock. This time though there was the faint scent and taste of whatever bodywash she had used.

“Open up, sissy…” Diane prodded at my mouth with one of her toes, prompting me to open up as she teased my cock. “There's a good girl.” I wanted to argue the fact that she was referring to me as a girl more often now, but I was enjoying having my cock played with too much. “Look how hard your little cock is. I think you're already falling in love with my feet.”

“I wouldn't say that.” I replied as her foot rubbed across my lips.

“You will do, soon. The more we do this the more that association builds.” Diane kept talking as she rubbed my cock, this time reaching into my underwear to stroke me with her bare hand. “Who knows, if we do it long enough you might find you can't cum at all without kissing my feet. I may even come home one day to find you sniffing my shoes just for your fix.”

“No way.” I said, but with less conviction than I intended.

“We'll see, sissy. We'll see.”

Diane kept up her teasing and foot-play until we were interrupted by the sound of someone entering the house. “Aunt Di? Josh?” Paige was here.

“Oh dear, looks like no orgasm for you this time.” Diane said, removing her hand from my panties. “I'd better get dressed…”

—

Paige, Diane and I had a nice dinner together that Diane had prepared. I was still a little horny after being teased and denied by Diane earlier. The thought of taking care of it myself had occurred to me, but I figured I could wait til later. I felt weird about masturbating knowing the two women were waiting for me for dinner.

Paige disappeared into the living room while I helped Diane clear the plates from dinner. She took the opportunity to issue me with another warning.

“Remember, sissy, keep that baby cock away from my niece or it goes right back in the cage and this time…” She leaned in close and brushed the front of my pants, “I'll be keeping the key…permanently.” She squeezed my crotch as she said this and I hated how it started to stiffen in her hand. She left me alone to finish up the kitchen while she caught up with Paige.

Later that evening, the three of us were having a few drinks in the living room. Diane was seated in her armchair while Paige and I were next to each other on the sofa opposite, separated by the coffee table.

As we talked, Diane placed her bare feet on the coffee table and wiggled her toes a little, the movement catching my eye and causing me to remember the recent intimate moments with her feet. I forced myself to look away before the memories stirred my arousal but I knew Diane had seen me looking by the smirk on her face.

Eventually, Diane excused herself, saying she was going to bed. “Behave yourself you two…” she looked at me pointedly “especially you, sissy.”

I blushed at how openly she used the humiliating title in front of Paige. “Yes, Diane.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Don't worry, Aunt Di, I'm sure Josh will be on his best behaviour.” Said Paige.

“He'd better be, because his little dicky isn't in its cage this weekend. Night night.”

As soon as Diane was gone, Paige asked me, “so, no chastity cage this weekend?”

“No, umm, we had an alternate arrangement.” I replied.

“Oh really. Do tell.” Paige said, angling her body to face mine.

“That's none of your business.” I replied.

“Fine, don't tell me. But that means if you're not caged, we can have some fun.” Paige said, leaning forward, closer to me.

“Nope! No way.” I shuffled backwards on the sofa to increase the distance between us. “You got me in enough trouble last time. I am not risking it again.”

“Oh come on, Josh, there's a hot girl willing to let you have some fun with her, are you really gonna tell me you're not interested in this?” Paige lowered the straps of her vest top, exposing her bra and the deep cleavage within.

“Paige, stop.” I said without taking my eyes off her chest.

“Oh come on, you're not that much of a sissy that you're gonna turn down a sure thing, are you?” Paige was trying to push my buttons.

“Paige….I'm going to bed.” I stood up quickly, unsteady thanks to the afternoon cocktails in the sun and the after dinner drinks.

“Oooh, straight to the bedroom, I like where your heads at.” Paige stood too, putting us both face to face in front of the couch.

“I'm going to my bedroom, alone.” I said, noting the way her mostly bare breasts bounced as she stood up quickly.

“Come on, sissy,” Paige looked down at my crotch, which of course was starting to show a tent. “I can see you want this. You're free from your cage while I'm in the house, we may not get another chance.”

“We….we shouldn't.” I said, but I was already doubting my own resolve.

Sure, Paige was hot, no doubt about that, but it was something more, I thought that if I could actually have a normal sexual experience, actually fuck someone, then it would be like I was reclaiming some of the manhood that Diane was slowly stripping away.

My mind was made up when Paige reached behind herself to unhook her bra and let it drop to the floor…..

—

“Did I leave my phone-What the hell is this?!” Diane's voice interrupted and I knew I was screwed. I was seated on the couch, pants around my ankles with Paige’s face inches from my obvious erection.

“Diane!” I gasped. “This isn't….I mean, We didn't….” But what could I really say, I had let Paige lure me in.

Paige scrambled to cover herself by pulling her vest top back up over her bare chest. “Aunt Di-”

“Paige, go to the spare room. I need to have a talk with my lodger.” Diane's voice was careful, measured.

“Diane, I'm really sorry.” I said as Paige scurried out of the room.

“What did I say would happen, Josh?” She actually used my real name.

“You said you would lock me back up in chastity and take the key…” I swallowed, “permanently.”

“So you are capable of listening to me. “Go put on your cage, and bring me the key. Now.”

“Yes, ma'am.” I said, weekly.

Ten minutes later I was back downstairs in the living room, handing the keys to my cock over to Diane for who knows how long. She took them from me and tucked them away.

“Diane, I'm sorry about….that, really, but Paige came onto me, pretty strong too.” I said.

“Maybe she did,” Diane replied, “she's young and free spirited, but Paige doesn't live here, she isn't quite as obligated to obey my house rules as you are. Plus, I didn't ask Paige to stay away from you, I asked you to keep it in your pants around her, and you didn't, did you?”

She was right, she had warned me and I had caved, my own attempt to reclaim some masculinity had now left me in a worse position. “You're right, I'm sorry.”

“Good, then you understand why you'll be kept in chastity for the foreseeable future?”

“I do.” I nodded.

“Great, then we're all settled.” A smile returned to Diane's face. “But don't worry, if you're a good girl I'll be sure to unlock you from time to time so you can have some fun. And just know that if and when you decide to move out then I'll give you back the key”

At least I wouldn't be locked up forever…

—

“So, did my aunt tear you a new one or what?” Paige asked the morning after during breakfast.

“Not quite, but I'm back in the cage.” I said.

“Oooh, sucks to be you.” She replied.

I wanted to snap at her, blame her for the whole thing but I knew I could have stopped what almost happened at any time really. “Thanks, you're so helpful.” I decided on a sarcastic comment.

“Ah well, I probably wouldn't have felt that little thing anyways.” Said Paige.

“Hey! What is it with the obsession with my cock size in this family?” I said.

“Maybe we're just not used to seeing one that small.” She replied with a small laugh. “So how long is your little dick in jail for this time?”

“I have no idea, and I'm almost too worried to ask Diane.”

“Wow, so you really are her bitch now, huh.”

“Shut up.” I left the kitchen.

I spent the rest of the day avoiding the girls, distracting myself from my chastity situation with some video games in my room. Paige was staying the night again so she could meet up with an old friend in the morning. Hopefully this would keep her out of the house while I was working as Diane's maid.

Later that evening, Diane poked her head through my bedroom door. “Diane, hey. What's up?” I asked.

“Paige is on the phone to her friend downstairs,” Diane said, walking into my room and closing the door behind her, “and judging by the content of the conversation she's going to be a while, so I thought we'd sneak in a little of your special training.” Diane held up the key to my cage.

“Right. Sure.” I tried not to sound too eager, but if Diane's foot play was a way to spend time out of the cage then I was happy to do it. Happy to do it, never thought I'd say that, and it had only taken two days.

“Good, I think you should be lying on the floor for this one.” She said, perching on the side of my bed with her feet flat on the floor.

“Right, no problem.” I didn't want to argue with her, not while she held the key to my cage.

“And pull your pants down, let me see those panties.” She added with a sly grin as I lay down on the floor next to her feet. Diane pulled down the front of my panties, just enough to remove the chastity cage before letting them snap into place.

The erection came on fast, but I told myself it had nothing to do with her feet, or the thought of what she might do with them. It was purely because I was left high and dry after yesterday's session.

Diane started by planting one of her feet on my face. I was lying parallel to the bed, so she was able to reach my crotch with her other foot. That's how this session proceeded. With one foot on my face and the other one lightly rubbing my crotch. “Go ahead, sissy, start worshipping them properly, you know how this works.” Diane said as she started her teasingly slow rubbing of my panty covered cock. “And make sure you keep breathing deeply. By the time I'm through with you your little cock will be getting hard at just the smell of my feet.” She said it so matter-of-factly, like she had no doubt this would work.

I kissed her feet. This time she wasn't fresh from the shower so I could clearly detect her odor, but for some reason it didn't bother me at all, it was simply the smell of her and I was long past the point of infatuation.

“Don't forget to use your tongue, slut.” Diane said in a breathy voice, it sounded as though she was almost….moaning.

From my position on the floor I could only see up to her knees, the rest of her was hidden by the bed but I could sense some movement above, the sound of some kind of physical exertion. “Mmmm, that's it, worship your Mistress’ feet like a good sissy….fuck!”

Then I realized what was going on, she was masturbating, on my bed, while I kissed and licked her feet. The positive side? The foot on my crotch was moving more frantically as she pleasured herself and I felt my own orgasm rapidly approach.

“Yes…yes, suck my feet, sissy. Worship me…cum with my foot in your mouth-Ooohhhh!” Both Diane and myself moaned in pleasure as our orgasms hit at the same time.

Her feet pressed hard into my lips and cock as she rode her orgasm until she was spent and I was finally allowed to get up off the floor with yet another cum soaked pair of panties thanks to her feet. “Good girl.” She said, standing up and straightening herself out, her loose pajama shorts had a clear wet patch in the crotch. “Get yourself cleaned up, lock the chastity cage back on and then bring the key to me in my room.”

I did as she said. Cleaned myself off, locked the small cage back on and replaced my underwear before walking over to her bedroom. “Here you go.” I said, holding out the key to the cage.

Diane was sitting on her bed, waiting for me. “Come here, sissy. Kneel.”

I did as she said with no argument, no resistance. I knew I wasn't ‘on shift’ at that point and the training was over, but I still walked over and knelt at her feet. Our dynamic had shifted and it was clear I was losing control of the situation. Yet still I obeyed.

“Now, what is it you have for me?”

“The key to my chastity cage.” I answered, holding up the key.

“Ask me to look after it for you, properly.”

“Would you please look after this, ma'am?” I said.

“Of course I will, sissy. I'm pleased you're learning. Don't worry, in time you'll see that it's for the best. Little sissy littlest like yours are supposed to be locked in cages.” Diane teased as she took the key from me.

“Now go and get some sleep. Back to work tomorrow for my pretty little maid. And don't forget, I get to add a little extra to your uniform tomorrow.”

How could I forget?

End.