As my slave, bud bitch's responsibilities included:
-keeping me well stocked in dankly nuggetron
-running my errands for me
-doting on my adorable feet
-surprising me regularly with gifts
One evening when bud bitch was scheduled to stop by with my groceries and to tidy up, he texted me an hour beforehand claiming he couldn't come by because he had an exam to study for. Boohoo. I hate last minute plan changes, and he knew he was in trouble by my lack of response. Instead of scolding him, I ignored him.
The texts continued to come in from him
"Are you upset, Princess?"
"May I serve you tomorrow?"
"May I take you shoe shopping Mistress to make up for this?"
Eventually bud bitch called begging to leave his study things behind and head to my house that instant. I warned him that he'd be punished for changing plans, but told him he was allowed to come over with my groceries and a snack anyways (I'm so generous).
He arrived after running his errands and was on his best behavior doing his chores. He handled my laundry, swept, dusted, and organized my shelves. He got a little too chatty at one point, and I reminded him that talking with me is a privilege. If he upsets me, he loses privileges, and for upsetting me with the schedule change and abusing his privilege of speech, I had him finish up his chores wearing a ball gag to get some peace. The alternative to this was having him hold a chicken flavored raw hide dog toy in his mouth, but he was so diligent with his chores, so I spared him the hide. As an aside, he was supposed to buy rope dog toys, not raw hide….he was slapped for messing up my order.
Once he finished everything on his to do list, I let him take a breather by massaging my feet. I spend my summers working long hours on my feet, and he concentrated on working out all the sore spots. As he rubbed my feet I could tell he was getting hard. I brought it up, causing him to blush, and ordered him to go measure his dick. Less than 6 inches. Ha. He was flushing at this point as he returned to rub my feet. With one foot I squashed the pathetic package between his legs, making him cringe.
Sometimes I have an abundance of energy that I have to take out on my subs, and after a rejuvenating foot rub, I felt like having a bit of fun. After telling him to assume his bitch position (on his hands and knees, facing the ground), I used him as my little pain slut, satisfying my primal urges by digging my claws into his back, sinking my teeth into his flesh, and gripping his hair firmly in my hands. When he was weary from abuse and dizzy with devotion, I gave him a primer on how to properly put on a woman's shoes for her. Every good foot bitch should know how to place their Princess's heels upon her precious feet.
I announced that I would give him a final 30 seconds to praise and worship my feet, and laughed as he frantically tried to make the most out of every moment. As he kissed each toe I told him he still had some making up to do. He offered to take me to dinner or the movies (Ha! Funny how slaves so badly want to cozy up to their Domme), but I told him a foot bath would be the task for next meeting, and shoe shopping would be on the schedule once he had learned to pamper and pedicure my feet. Like a good little bitch, he promised to make it happen. What little foot worshipper wouldn't follow my every order after being allowed to touch my perfect feet?
Come to think of it, maybe I was too easy on the bitch by letting him worship my feet so much after his poor behavior earlier in the evening. I guess it just goes to show that sincere service can get you far with me, and that I can't turn down a good foot rub.