I was in between heaven and hell...

Kneeling naked in front of my new mistress, I didn't know how all this would end. Being aroused as I had never been in my whole life, on the one hand, and my adorable but bitchy sister-in-law as my new mistress, on the other hand.

"I want to know what you feel like right now, slave," she briskly asked me. I was torn from lethargy by this question and had to think for a moment. What did I feel like...?

"I am feeling humiliated, Mistress Becky," I answered, truthfully.

"That's what I thought, bitch," she smiled, satisfied.

"And I bet that turns on your loser brain, am I not right, bitch?" She smiled a devilish smile. "You don't even have to answer, your dick tells no lies, pathetic...!"

She was so right, I craved for her humiliation and attention and my best piece was standing at attention. I simply loved it, despite the humiliation, or maybe just because of it.

Furthermore, I had the idea that she somehow liked the feeling of dominating me.

She slowly dangled her flip-flops, and I got a glance of her beautiful soft soles.

"Would you like to lick my toes, bitch?" I must have looked devasted, at least, that was what I felt. "Oh yes, please, mistress, please let me lick your toes," I answered, eagerly.

"I want you to lick every toe singly. After you've licked a toe, you will say that you are a toe-sucking foot bitch for your mistress, understood?" She bit her lips, and I could tell that she was definitely turned on by this situation.

I, myself, was in another world. I could not believe what was happening, I was eager to please her and answered right away. "Yes, Mistress Becky, I will follow your orders."

"Very well, my little slave..., you will keep your head down and your eyes locked on my feet, understood?" she commanded, while lowering her left foot towards me.

"Of course, Mistress Becky," I obediently answered, while I started sucking her left toes. They were so soft, and I felt in foot fetish heaven. My cock was throbbing and leaking precum.

I withdrew from the first toe and obediently said: "I am a toe-sucking foot bitch for my mistress." Having said that I could hear a slight moan from Becky.

Was it possible? Could it be that she had actually started touching herself? Following her previous orders, I did not dare raise my head the slightest.

While busy enjoying her second toe, I could sense her right foot slowly moving downward and teasing my balls with the slightest touch, withdrawing right away and leaving me frustrated. I started moaning as well.

"You are such an easy target, my little slut. I will drive you insane and make you beg to do things you cannot even imagine right now. But don't forget to keep on sucking."

My mind was blank, and I could not get one clear thought—she already held me in her spell. All I wanted was to please her and keep on licking those beautiful toes.

I withdrew from the second toe and obediently said, "I am a toe-sucking foot bitch for my mistress," almost exploding while doing so. What she did to me was unbearable. It was paradise and torture in one. Nevertheless, I lowered my head to her delicious feet and started sucking again.

By now the precum was dripping onto the floor. She withdrew her toes from my mouth and stepped into the precum.

"Oooh, look at that, you got my foot all dirty," she said, with a devilish smile on her face. "Sooo, what are you going to do about it, slut?" she teased, with what I suspected was a mocking smile.

Still not daring to look up, I lowered my head further and prepared myself to lick the precum off Becky's foot.

"What do you think you are doing, slut? Did I give you permission? Beg for it, beg to lick that precum off my foot. I know you want to, being as pathetic as you are," she laughed at me.

And she was right again. I wanted to lick even the tiniest droplet of precum off her feet to humiliate myself even further. "Please, Mistress Becky, please let me lick the precum off your foot, please."

"I think you can do better than that," was her bitchy retort.

She was my perfect tormentor, and I would go hundreds of miles just to please her. "Please, Mistress Becky, please, I am begging you to let me lick the precum off your foot, pleeease!" I tried to reach her foot but, again, she withdrew.

"Almost there my little slut, just a little more," she laughed, again. I was trembling again, out of ecstasy and humiliation, dripping precum all over the floor.

"Please, Mistress Becky, please, I am begging you, please let me lick the precum off your foot. I need it, because I'm your little slut. I crave to lick my own precum off your foot, please, Mistress Becky," I cried out in despair. Hearing my voice spitting out these words humiliated me still further.

"Oh, you are such a good and obedient slut for your mistress." She shoved her whole foot triumphantly into my mouth and gave me what I was longing for.

I felt humiliated and aroused at the same time, tasting the salty precum on her soles and toes. The way she was treating me, made me lose all my dignity, the addiction towards her growing with every word she uttered.

I felt helpless, and she exactly knew it, teasing me with her other foot as she slightly touched my balls and thighs, sending shivers down my spine. But I am sure she only did this to increase my frustration, as she made sure to give me only to tiniest bit of satisfaction from it.

By now even more precum dropped onto the floor.

"Oh, my god, slut, what are you doing? Look at that mess you have created. We'll have to clean it up. What is Lisa going to say, when she comes home and sees all this," she added with a devilish smile.

The mentioning of my wife's name hurt me so much, it brought back some sense. That was when I looked up for the first time in a while and horror struck me.

"Say hi to everybody, little slut," she laughed out loud. At that moment I realized why I had not been allowed to look up. She was holding her mobile and recording the whole scene.

"What, oh no... no, please, what are you doing?" I tried to cover up my hard-on without any success as she laughed even harder. "Well, it seems a little late for covering up, right? Hands off!" she demanded. I did as I was told, feeling humiliation and fear swamping over me at the same time.

"Becky, pleeease, pleeease, please don't do this to me, pleeease, I beg you!"

"First of all..." Without any warning, she kicked my balls hard and told me, "This is for not addressing me properly, slut."

It was agony I hardly ever felt before. All crumped up, l whimpered, "I... I am sorry, Mistress Becky, please don't, please..., please do not record this!"

I felt pain and fear, but even more, I felt arousal, being exposed to her and being at her mercy. She acted so superior and, it seemed to me, it was her every right to treat me like this.

She laughed while still recording. "Oh, poor baby, ...does it hurt?" she added in a false caring voice, while her foot slowly went along my member, teasing it.

"What a perfect, nice recording. I'm sure your soccer guys will love it. Such a perfect little slut for my feet," she added teasingly.

"Please, Mistress Becky, no, please. I'll do anything you want from me, Mistress, please." I got back on all fours and started crawling towards her.

"I know you will...," she said with a sublime smile. "You are my little puppy to play with," she added, her smile becoming more malicious. 

"Good puppies bark, if they want release. Are you a good puppy?" she smirked at me. 

Did she really want me to bark for her? It was humiliating but also sending shivers down my spine. I decided to go for it: "Wooof, wooof, wooof." 

She burst out laughing. "No way, you just did that, oh my god, you are even a bigger loser than I thought. Go on, do it again, I know you get off on it," she laughed even harder. 

Somehow, I was gladly giving in to this, my cock rock hard, totally wet by now, oozing more precum than ever before. "Wooof, wooof, woof," I barked. 

"Oh, such a cute doggy," she teased me. "Does doggy want some relief? Bark four times if yes," she said while laughing smugly. 

I didn't have to think twice, actually it was all I could think about. "Wooof, wooof, wooof, wooof." 

"Oh, wow, so energetic. I have never ever seen you like this before. Kneel before me," she commanded. Both of her feet started moving along my shaft, driving me nuts. I was so close to orgasm, moaning loudly, forgetting about everything else. 

"Oh, so close to coming, are you not, my slut? My feet giving you so much pleasure. So pathetic! You are not a man, you are a bitch for my feet, that's what you are!" she added triumphantly. 

I was not able to speak, let alone to contradict her, which she quickly realized. 

"Oh, so caught up in my feet, are you not, my little slut?" Her words and her touches were like heroin to me. I craved more and more. 

She slid my throbbing cock in between her toes, the precum acting as the perfect lube, making me ready to explode. 

"You will not come until I give you permission. Got it, bitch? So, you had better beg for it. And it better be good, otherwise...," having said that, she slowly withdrew her feet from my cock. 

"No, no, please Mistress Becky, please let me cum, please, I need it, I crave it. Please, Mistress Becky, I want to be yours. I have never wanted anything that much. Please I beg you, Mistress Becky, I beg you, please let me cum." I started kissing the floor in despair, just to please her. 

"Oh, so eager," she made fun of me. "Well then, I'd better start stroking again," she teased me, while slowly lowering her feet towards my throbbing cock. 

The sensations when her feet started stroking me again were overwhelming. Becky was so skilled at giving a foot job, my mind turned blank again. 

"Ooohhh yes, Mistress, please, oh fuck, yes, I am addicted to you, Mistress." A never-experienced orgasm was building up inside me, I was about to explode violently. 

"You'd better not come before I allow you to, slut," she commanded. 

"Please, Mistress Becky, I can't hold it anymore, please let me cum, Mistress Becky, I beg you," I could not hold it for a second longer. 

"Too bad," she added viciously. At that very moment, Becky decided to torment me even further and put me under her spell for good. She took her feet off my cock, leaving it throbbing.  

"Oh no, please Mistress Becky, please, I can't hold it, please, touch me Mistress, please, I need it..., please," I cried out in despair. But by that moment, I had already passed the point of no return, and my spunk dribbled slowly out of my cock. Becky had given me the first ruined orgasm of my life. 

I felt frustrated, irritated, humiliated and turned on, all at the same time. 

"Poor thing, being so close to the best orgasm of your life, and then, in the split of a second...," she gave a melodramatic pause, "All gone, puufff." 

"You should see your face right now, slut. I would not want to have missed that for anything, priceless," she crumpled over, roaring with laughter. 

After regaining composure, she lifted her hand towards my mouth. She had kept it below my member to collect all my semen. 

"Are you as eager licking hands, as you are licking feet, slut? Beg me...," she said with a mischievous smile. 

I was defeated but still horny. The prospect of having to lick up my semen from Becky's hand and beg for it made my dick rock hard again. I was destined to get it right on the first try. 

"Please Mistress Becky, let me lick my cum off your fingers. I crave it, I need it, mistress. I am such a cum slut for you, please, let me lick it, I beg you." 

Becky laughed, "Oh yes, such a good cum slut, lick it like there is no tomorrow, bitch." 

I licked up every tiny drop of cum off her hands, willing to please her. 

"That's a good boy," she teased, "Now go get dressed, while we wait for Lisa to return..."