Many of you have been following along with my ongoing torment to the foot fetish boy I met during the summer. He’s still been routinely bringing me a fresh cup of coffee daily, even though I could make my coffee myself. It’s about training him on a rewards system and playing a game of catch and release. Last night while on a call I was inspired by my caller to have my boy clean my entire collection of shoes. So this morning when he arrived and climbed up the stairs to my landing, he was greeted by a sight of 20 pairs of my shoes lined up for him to clean. Of course he did not know he was to clean them until I opened the door to receive my coffee lol.
I open the door and he is standing there, looking breathless and flushed. “Yes, boy… those are for you”, I said. He cracked a little bit of a smile and then dropped to his knees for me. The amount of cock control I have over this boy is quite entertaining. I let him know that it was his duty to clean every pair of my shoes that were set out in front of him before he headed off to work this morning. I further explained that if he were to finish his task successfully that he would be allowed to take me out to dinner again and the perhaps even be allowed to come into my home afterwards to give me a foot massage. Sure enough, this was plenty of the incentive needed for him to quickly set out to meeting his goal of pleasing me.
Every one of my shoes were completely spotless. Living up to my word I told him he would be taking me out on my next night off and would be allowed to come back with me for some much needed sensual domination and foot worship and let his real training begin. As I walked him down the stairs, I think he nearly came in his pants from the sheer prospect of it all!
