Tiffany by Amr

At five minutes to six on a weekday evening, Amr had almost finished his chores. The kitchen was bright and gleaming, the carpets were hoovered, the closets had been tidied, and Tiffany’s evening meal was ready in the stove. He caught sight of the clock, and trembled. He had almost lost track of the time. Hurriedly, he went into the entrance hall, and lay down on his back in front of the doorway. As usual, at this point in the day, he was naked.

Tiffany had an astonishing pair of red full lips, gray eyes, and short red hair. She was tall. Amr always admired her long, muscular legs. They were, perhaps, the most beautiful legs he had ever seen in his life but the most important feature that Amr loved was her feet. Large size 10 feet with long, wide, and shapely toes. They has smooth silky white skin and beautiful arches. Tiffany was specially proud of her legs and feet and kept her fingernails and toenails long and always considered them a complement to her beauty.

Tiffany returned home a few minutes after six. She was wearing a tight cotton tee-shirt that outlined her firm large breasts and dark gray skirt that left the knees and her whole long legs bare together with black high-heel sandals that showed most of her milky feet.

Amr heard her turn her key in the lock, and cautiously tensed his muscles. A moment later, she entered the house, shut the front door behind her, the wooden floor creaked under her weight as she stepped onto his torso to wipe her shoes clean. He closed his eyes. Never, during his usual daily routine, did Amr feel more utterly enslaved than at these moments, and never was he more content, more at peace in his servile role. The feeling - cruel but seductive, hard but smooth - of her soles against his skin was unbearably, incomparably sensual. There was pain, of course, from the heels; but this pain was itself a part of the distinctive pleasure of serving as a beautiful woman’s foot-slave. It was a pleasure, Amr supposed, which most men could never understand. He felt sorry for most men. They had no idea of the happiness they were missing.

He waited for Tiffany to step down from him, knelt before her, and dutifully kissed her feet.

‘Welcome back, Mistress,’ he said, humbly. She looked down at him without replying.

‘May I have permission to serve dinner, or would you to prefer to change first?’

‘I will change first then you can serve dinner,’ she answered curtly. Her voice was beautiful - as beautiful, even, as her long, muscular legs, scant inches from his face, as he knelt before her. She walked to the bedroom, her heels clicking sharply on the creaking wooden floor as she did so. He followed her.

Tiffany entered the bedroom and sat down on her favorite recliner.

'My slippers' She said as she crossed her legs regally.

Amr knew what to do, he lifted her slippers carefully from the floor placing them on his arms then walked to his seated queen. He laid down on his back placing her slippers on his torso.

'Your slippers are ready, my Mistress' he whispered. It was one of the submissive poses which Tiffany herself had initiated, but which Amr was happy to adopt.

Tiffany ignored him for few moments then placed her right sandal on his chest. He worked fast to unbuckle the strap, he took off her sandal. She wiggled her toes as her beautiful foot rested on his bare chest. He kissed her sandal and placed it beside his head. He helped her to wear the right slipper as she placed her left sandal on his chest. He repeated the ritual as she trained him. Tiffany's feet ended up both on his chest, she kept them there for few moments then crossed her legs again. The fluffy Slippers were flat but the hard sole of her right slipper was pressing hard on his rib cage interrupting his breathing. Amr was always proud that he can carry her divine weight while she is standing or sitting. Tiffany knew that she is causing lots of pain and uncomfort to him that way but always said that he should go through that ordeal to prove that he is worthy of being her foot-slave.

Tiffany kept Amr in agony for few minutes then standed up full weight on his chest.

'Now you can serve dinner' She said as she stepped down, she walked toward her closet to change her clothes. Amr walked out to the dinning-room to prepare the table.

Dinner was, by and large, successful. When Tiffany had finished eating, Amr approached her chair, knelt before her, and bowed his head to the ground. He took her right foot gently in his hand, raised it, and placed it over his head, symbolizing his acknowledgment of her superiority. It was another submissive pose which Tiffany liked.

‘May I serve you further, Mistress Tiffany?’ he asked.

She paused for a moment before replying.

‘Yes,’ she answered finally, ‘I think you may. You will please me with your tounge in bed tonight'

Not for the first time, Amr was struck - and pleased - by his owner’s frankness regarding her sexual moods. The more directly she expressed her desires to him, the more efficiently he was able to please her.

She removed her slipper placed over his head and standed up. She walked into the bedroom. He followed her silently.

Tiffany went to the toilet for few minutes, when she returned she found Amr laying down beside her bed waiting for her. She sat in front of the mirror to do her hair.

'Are you eager to please me tonight, slave' she said smiling.

'I want to please you my Mistress, in any way' he replied.

'ummmmmm....you want to please' she said as she stepped onto his torso again letting her slippers sink in again into her slave's body. She turned around and let her silky black night gown fall revealing her milky beautiful body. Tiffany sat down slowly taking her time to prolong his suffering.

Tiffany took off her slippers with Amr's help and placed them on his chest then laid down on the bed. She took a deep breath as she let her body sink comfortably in the bed.

'Up...' she said as she snapped her fingers.

Amr placed Tiffany's slippers beside him on the floor then climbed to bed at her feet. He looked lovingly at her beautiful face then moved his gaze down her body till he reached her feet.

Tiffany raised her left leg up placing her sole on Amr's chest pushing him back playfully.
Amr held her foot with both hands and kissed her sole passionately then the back of her toes one by one. She raised her other leg then placed her other foot on his chest.

'You like to feel my feet on your chest, don't you?' she said mockingly. Tiffany knew that placing her feet on Amr's chest makes him go crazy.

'I love your feet...I love you so much' he said. Then he licked between her toes, took her big toe between his lips sucking it. Amr worshipped Tiffany's feet while she kept moaning.

Tiffany pushed Amr's face back with her sole then moved her foot away to the right. Amr's face followed her foot immediately kissing, licking, and sucking. She smiled victoriously as she saw his lips following her foot wherever it goes.

Tiffany brought her left leg back down on the bed. Amr moved his face kissing and licking her soft right leg from the ankle to the knee. He kept kissing and licking his way up till he became close to her pussy.

Tiffany griped Amr's hair to prevent him from touching her pussy.

'Not yet....' she said while moaning.

Tiffany pulled Amr's face over her body then pushed his face into her left breast. Amr licked around her nipple then took it between his lips sucking it slowly. She moaned louder and closed her eyes. She kept his hair in her hand moving his tongue over her body to her other breast then down to her belly button. He kept kissing and licking her body. Tiffany always adored being in control this way griping Amr's hair and moving his tongue where she likes. Finally, Tiffany pushed Amr's face between her thighs. Amr pushed his nose inside her pussy then kissed around it. Amr licked Tiffany's pussy then inserted his tongue inside and pushed his face into her pussy. Tiffany started to arch her back. Amr knew that she is close to orgasm. Tiffany let Amr's hair then arched her back again and moan louder and louder. Amr kept playing with his tongue inside her pussy. Tiffany had an earth shuttering orgasm and screamed from the extreme pleasure she felt. she kept breathing heavily for few minutes. Amr laid down at her feet breathing fast too.

Tiffany restored her calm breath after few minutes and opened her eyes. She extended her legs and let her feet rest on Amr's chest for few moments then pushed him back.

Amr climbed down from the bed, he laid down supine then placed Tiffany's slippers back on his chest. He took a deep breath and felled to sleep.

***
The Alarm gone on. Amr moved his hands to remove Tiffany's slippers from his chest but he didn't find them there. He opened his eyes as his wife yelled at him to shut that alarm. He hid his erection as he extended his arm to turn the alarm off.

'What a dream....' he thought as he climbed down from bed.