Putting him in his Place Ch. 02

My eyes remain downcast as my beautiful wife enters the room. My breathing speeds up while I struggle to keep calm. I watch as she casually strolls through the door, not bothering to shut it behind her. Her stylish sneakers carry her across the room, while I remain naked on my knees for her attention.

I can't help but focus on the door, what the actual fuck? She always ensured the door was shut and locked when we engage in anything intimate, even when home alone. One would think a naked, impossibly aroused man, kneeling on the floor with a painful erection would be a matter for privacy. What is she implying with this act of carelessness? Perhaps she would like me to feel the threat of exposure to be ever present.

I adjust my posture a bit trying to work the aches from my knees on this hardwood floor. I try to split my attention between the door and my wife's sexy legs as she glides to the edge of the bed, sitting down while facing away from me.

She didn't do something crazy right? Like, invite someone over to see me this way? I'm overwhelmed with the distraction of this open door and watching her, wondering what she's up to.

The contrast between our two positions couldn't be more obvious. I uncomfortably kneel, naked, racked with anxiety. She remains fully clothed in her gym attire, sporting turquoise spandex shorts and a matching sports bra. She sits comfortably, taking the time to roll her head around in an attempt to relieve tension in her neck.

She sees me right? She's facing away from me but cmon, at this point any attention would feel better than this wait.

"You must think you are, pretty slick." She states plainly, breaking the silence without not looking up or at me. She just airs this statement out in the room and allows it to hang for a minute before continuing.

Is she expecting a response?

"Umm..H..how do y'mean?" I inquired with an innocent stutter.

She's doesn't respond.

Gyad! Why did I say anything? I wish I hadn't. I grow impatient for her to do or say something, anything to push my pathetic response further back into memory.

She takes a moment as though readying herself to see to an obligation, before standing up and walking over to me.

She must have removed her sandals at some point when relaxing at the edge of the bed. I focus on the red nails of her toes, giving her feet that ultra feminine sexiness. Standing uncomfortably close, her feet landing between my outstretched knees.

"What's going on here?" She questions plainly. Raising her foot she flicks my painfully helpless erection, watching as it bobs up and down.

I don't plan on answering her question, even if she was hoping for a response, I don't think one could explain my position. I know she absolutely loves punishing my balls. She never really hurts me, just challenges me with more each time. She makes me feel incredibly vulnerable as she explores my nuts with her toes, capping off the encounter with a soft kick before returning her foot to the floor. I wince involuntarily, but remain docile in my subservience. She giggles softly, her leg is in motion once more, captivating my complete attention. I watch as her toes graze the head of my erect penis. She brushes over it a few times making me gasp with desire collecting an obscene amount of pre cum, rolling it around her toes until she's happy with the amount.

Both feet planted on the floor she begins again "I said, I bet you think you're pretty slick".

I have been thinking about what this could mean since the first time she said it and how I could respond, I hate how she can toy with my brain. It makes me feel incredibly off balance.

"I'm sorry". I plead. I don't know what for, but I can't think of anything else.

"Are you?" She snaps.

I pause, this is actually different, where is this going?

"Y'yes.. yes my Goddess" I sincerely reply.

"Then show me" she states, matter of factly.

Great, now I'm lost again. I just apologized without any clue as to what, now she's ordering me to perform something without any guidance. This sexy woman is so twisted, she has me wrapped around her finger.

Ok, snap out of it. Think, think 'show me', how do you show sorry? Grovel? I don't know what to do.

Suddenly I remember her teasing the head of my cock with her toes and it all comes together. Oh wow, the predicament she's put me in makes me shudder with excitement.

I bring my hands forward and plant them on the ground at her feet. from this position on all fours I lower my face to her foot. What I have planned is shameful but I convince myself that she will appreciate the effort.

She keeps her feet planted, the three largest toes glistening with the evidence of my arousal. I am awash in shame and horniness as I plant my lips in the center of the mess provided by my own penis. The slightly bitter taste isn't unpleasant, just enough of it to glaze my lips and show me my place.

"The need to clean my foot was obvious right? I wouldn't think I would need to tell you."

"Yes Goddess", she's really driving it home. I begin running my tongue over her toes, taking them into my mouth when she raises them. It might sound crazy but I'm shamefully happy to lick her feet, I'm proud of her ability to take what she wants even if it's from me.

"The need to clean is just a part of who you are isn't it?" She says.

I feel like we're getting somewhere now. I keep debasing myself at her feet hoping she'll continue.

"Cleaning, makes you happy" she says this in a very sultry tone, making my gasp. I continue polishing her toes with my tongue a she continues.

"Yes, you thought you were slick hiding your erections at the sink while washing dishes".

I'm speechless, now I'm hiding in my task of licking and sucking her toes.

"Knees!" She barks, with military like fashion. I return to my position with a snap, eyes downcast, boner pointed ahead.

"What had you so worked up? Was there a sexy plate in there? Maybe you have the hots for our sponge?"

My face just reddens.

"Is that what's happening here my pet? A naughty little sponge fetish?" She mocks me with her faux sympathy, the ridicule is effective and sexy. Her foot raises again, I struggle to hold my pose as she manipulates my pleasure with her toes again. I helplessly moan while she continues her twisted dialogue.

"No, it isn't that". She pauses, absent-mindedly toying the head of my dick with her toes, collecting more precum.

"I have seen you put a lot of extra effort in lately to your attentiveness toward me, and you are always cleaning. Always asking me if I need something. Now you're getting off washing dishes?"

Oh ok, that's what she meant with 'you thought you were slick'.

"Well if you like cleaning messes my love, don't you worry, cause I like making messes hehe! Now get down there and clean the cum off my toes like I know you want to, that throbbing erection of yours is pleading for it!"

Omg she's right, the whole time she was ridiculing me, I was staring at her glistening toes actually hoping she would use them to humiliate me again. I dive back down and moan as I worship her feet.

I nearly cum when she exclaims.

"Good boy!"