I haven’t really wanted anyone to forget about my foot worship wimp from a few months back, however he had really started to bore me for a while. It was time that he really start jumping through hoops since he had stopped bringing me my cup of coffee every morning from my favorite shop. He figured since that I’ve kind of been brushing him off to the side, he no longer had to bring me my morning coffee. Just like a man to be premature. See I just could not let this take place. Subbie boys have to be reminded of who calls the shots. Once in a while they forget that they actually are owned and are no longer in control of really making the decisions in their lives anymore. Sure they can go to work, and do most of their normal activities to resume their regular lives, however when they hear the call of their Mistress then everything else plays a distant second.
This is a foot boy who I was testing to see how devoted and dedicated he would be to his one and only Mistress. That he was in it for the pure service of me and my needs and pleasure, forgoing his own. So after months of torment and much much cock teasing he decided to crumble under the pressure. It was time to take back the control and reign this wild, head strong, boy back within my reach. I spent the afternoon looking over the baker’s website and picking out boots that I wanted for the winter season. I then called him up and told him that he had been disobedient. I reminded him that just because he was surrounded by beautiful women and their feet all day long in his position did not mean that he could replace me. After all, I am the woman that he has been waiting for. Why else would such a weakling take a job being tempted all day and bombarded by what he loves the most if he wasn’t looking for a woman to worship?
The other thing is, he’s been there for at least 18 months before I walked in so, apparently no one of my caliber had caught his eye until me. The fact is, no one had taken the bull by the horns the way that I have. After a much needed tongue lashing I told him the three pairs of new boots I wanted as tribute for his disobedience to me and I wanted them by the end of the day. I told him that he needs to learn patience and that I may have to start him with some cocktease phone sex to keep him wanting me more, along with the foot worship that he is allowed to give me when he delivers my coffee. The sad part for him is that I was intending on giving him a chance to full worship my feet in private and for a longer period of time than he had been allowed (kissing my toes) but he decided to be a big baby and pout and stop coming by. Now he has to wait again and earn my trust. But boy do I love my new boots! Ha Ha!!
