Cinamon's Foot Slave Gets a Taste
Cinamon couldn't help but let out a long sigh as she finished telling her girlfriend about the latest incident with Milton, her unwilling foot slave. The girlfriend listened intently as Cinamon recounted how Milton had failed to respond to her messages and knocked on her door instead of using the customary "My Queen is Near" phrase she had trained him to use. It seemed like Milton was seriously in for some trouble.
As they finished their conversation, Cinamon took a long drag from her cigarette and watched the smoke curl up towards the ceiling. She felt the need to vent out her frustration and decided to share more details about Milton's transgressions with her friend. She spoke about how he had been constantly slacking off and failing to please her in the ways he was supposed to. It was clear that something had to be done about him.
After hanging up with her friend, Cinamon checked her phone again, half-hoping that Milton had finally come to his senses and sent her the apology she was waiting for. But there was no sign of it. Instead, she noticed that he still hadn't responded to any of her messages. Cinamon's eyes narrowed in anger as she thought about what she was going to do to him.
Just then, there was a knock on her door. Cinamon stood up and took a deep breath, preparing herself for what was about to happen. She walked over to the door and opened it slowly, revealing Milton standing there, looking nervous and uncertain. He had clearly heard about her displeasure and was now facing the consequences.
"Come in," Cinamon commanded, her voice cold and stern. Milton stepped inside and closed the door behind him, still not daring to meet her gaze. Cinamon walked over to the couch, sat down, and motioned for Milton to join her. He walked over hesitantly, his eyes fixed on her feet.
"Take off your shoes and socks," Cinamon ordered. Milton quickly obeyed, removing his shoes and socks and placing them neatly to the side. He looked up at her, waiting for further instructions.
"Smell my socks," Cinamon said, leaning back into the couch. Milton hesitated for a moment before bending down and taking a deep breath. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of her feet, feeling both excited and terrified at the same time.
"Now worship my feet," Cinamon commanded. Milton hesitated again before slowly reaching out and touching her foot. He started rubbing her foot gently, his eyes never leaving her face.
"Better," Cinamon said, smirking. "But you're not done yet." She leaned forward again, placing her other foot on his lap. "Open your mouth," she ordered. Milton's eyes widened in fear as he realized what she was about to do.
"Stop squirming," Cinamon snapped, her voice stern. Milton froze, his body trembling as he waited for her command. Cinamon placed both of her feet into his mouth, pressing down hard on his tongue and lips. She held them there for what felt like an eternity, enjoying the feeling of power and control that surged through her.
Finally, she pulled her feet out of his mouth and sat back on the couch. Milton remained where he was, his face flushed with shame and excitement. "Get up," Cinamon said, pointing to the floor. Milton slowly got up and knelt on the floor in front of her.
"Stay there," Cinamon commanded, walking over to the dresser. She came back with a tape measure and knelt down next to him. "I'm going to measure you," she said, running the tape measure around his neck. "And if you don't please me, I might just reduce you to my size."
With that, Cinamon took the tape measure away, leaving Milton trembling on the floor. She sat back on the couch, taking in the sight of her obedient foot slave kneeling before her. "You have a lot of work to do to regain my trust," Cinamon said, taking another drag from her cigarette. "But for now, you can follow me to the couch."
Milton hesitated for a moment before obeying, eager to please his mistress once again. He followed Cinamon to the couch and laid down next to her, his head resting on the arm of the couch. He looked up at her, waiting for his next command.
Their story continues in Cinamon's Fed Up Pt 2 POV, where Milton's fate will be further decided by his beloved Mistress.
