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The next day was Saturday, which meant she didn’t have to go to work. More importantly, it meant she had the entire day to make me her servant.
Even the thought of it made me smile in my sleep. I had no idea what she had planned for me, but I knew I would enjoy whatever she chose. She could order me around or torment and humiliate me all day, and I would accept it eagerly. As long as I could kneel at her feet at the end of it, kiss them, and breathe in their scent, I was ready for anything.
The following morning, she woke up before me. She slipped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom while I remained asleep. A little while later, she returned.
“Rise and shine, Pup.”
Her foot tapped sharply against my face, waking me immediately.
She went back to the bed and sat down, stretching her legs out in front of her.
“Come here and kiss my foot,” she ordered, pointing toward it.
I crawled over without hesitation and began covering her feet with kisses.
“Good. Now go wash your face and bring me breakfast. It’s already nine.”
I hurried into the bathroom, washed my face, and then went straight to the kitchen. Once breakfast was ready, I carried the tray into her room. She was still relaxing in bed.
I placed the tray in front of her.
“Sit at my feet,” she said. “Massage them while I eat.”
I obeyed, settling beside her and gently working my hands over her feet while she ate. As I massaged them, she told me how much I had pleased her the previous day and how proud she was of my obedience.
Hearing those words from her meant everything to me.
When she finished breakfast, I carried the tray back to the kitchen. By the time I returned, she was sitting comfortably on the bed with a book in her hands.
I took my usual place beside her feet.
“Hey, Pup,” she said, glancing down at me. “I’ve decided that since you were so good yesterday, you deserve a reward.”
My eyes immediately filled with tears.
“Thank you so much, Mom.”
She smiled.
“What would you like your reward to be?”
I thought for a moment.
“I want to please you more, Mom.”
She laughed softly.
“And how exactly do you want to please me?”
I hesitated, trying to think of an answer that would satisfy her.
“You can make me worship your feet.”
“Oh, no,” she said with an amused smile. “You’re going to do that anyway. Ask for something more.”
I thought again.
“You can trample me with your feet.”
This time she burst out laughing. For a moment, I wondered whether I had gone too far, but eventually she calmed down.
“Fine. You can have that too. But there’s still something else you can ask me for. Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Yes. Anything more.”
I stayed silent for nearly a minute. Then I remembered a fantasy I had wanted to confess to her for a long time.
“I want you to pee on me.”
She stared at me.
“What?”
Her surprise only made me more nervous, but I repeated myself.
“I want you to piss on me, Mom.”
A smile slowly appeared on her face.
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
I swallowed.
“I want it in my mouth. I want to taste it.”
For several seconds she simply stared at me, seemingly shocked that I had actually said it aloud. Then she began laughing again.
“Really?” she asked. “You actually want that?”
I nodded.
She continued studying my face before finally shaking her head in disbelief.
“Oh my God. I’m so proud of you, son. You really are my best pup. I never expected you to admit something like that.”
She pulled my head against her leg, holding me there affectionately.
“Yes, Mom,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her leg.
She kissed my forehead.
“You really want Mommy to use you that way?”
I nodded again.
“But you know I normally only pee in the toilet.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Her smile widened.
“So what does that make you? My personal portable toilet?”
She laughed at her own words.
“My little portable pot?”
I lowered my eyes submissively.
“If that’s what you want me to be.”
“And you’d let me use you even when we weren’t in the bathroom?”
“Yes.”
“Your face? Your mouth? Your whole body
Even the thought of it made me smile in my sleep. I had no idea what she had planned for me, but I knew I would enjoy whatever she chose. She could order me around or torment and humiliate me all day, and I would accept it eagerly. As long as I could kneel at her feet at the end of it, kiss them, and breathe in their scent, I was ready for anything.
The following morning, she woke up before me. She slipped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom while I remained asleep. A little while later, she returned.
“Rise and shine, Pup.”
Her foot tapped sharply against my face, waking me immediately.
She went back to the bed and sat down, stretching her legs out in front of her.
“Come here and kiss my foot,” she ordered, pointing toward it.
I crawled over without hesitation and began covering her feet with kisses.
“Good. Now go wash your face and bring me breakfast. It’s already nine.”
I hurried into the bathroom, washed my face, and then went straight to the kitchen. Once breakfast was ready, I carried the tray into her room. She was still relaxing in bed.
I placed the tray in front of her.
“Sit at my feet,” she said. “Massage them while I eat.”
I obeyed, settling beside her and gently working my hands over her feet while she ate. As I massaged them, she told me how much I had pleased her the previous day and how proud she was of my obedience.
Hearing those words from her meant everything to me.
When she finished breakfast, I carried the tray back to the kitchen. By the time I returned, she was sitting comfortably on the bed with a book in her hands.
I took my usual place beside her feet.
“Hey, Pup,” she said, glancing down at me. “I’ve decided that since you were so good yesterday, you deserve a reward.”
My eyes immediately filled with tears.
“Thank you so much, Mom.”
She smiled.
“What would you like your reward to be?”
I thought for a moment.
“I want to please you more, Mom.”
She laughed softly.
“And how exactly do you want to please me?”
I hesitated, trying to think of an answer that would satisfy her.
“You can make me worship your feet.”
“Oh, no,” she said with an amused smile. “You’re going to do that anyway. Ask for something more.”
I thought again.
“You can trample me with your feet.”
This time she burst out laughing. For a moment, I wondered whether I had gone too far, but eventually she calmed down.
“Fine. You can have that too. But there’s still something else you can ask me for. Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Yes. Anything more.”
I stayed silent for nearly a minute. Then I remembered a fantasy I had wanted to confess to her for a long time.
“I want you to pee on me.”
She stared at me.
“What?”
Her surprise only made me more nervous, but I repeated myself.
“I want you to piss on me, Mom.”
A smile slowly appeared on her face.
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
I swallowed.
“I want it in my mouth. I want to taste it.”
For several seconds she simply stared at me, seemingly shocked that I had actually said it aloud. Then she began laughing again.
“Really?” she asked. “You actually want that?”
I nodded.
She continued studying my face before finally shaking her head in disbelief.
“Oh my God. I’m so proud of you, son. You really are my best pup. I never expected you to admit something like that.”
She pulled my head against her leg, holding me there affectionately.
“Yes, Mom,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her leg.
She kissed my forehead.
“You really want Mommy to use you that way?”
I nodded again.
“But you know I normally only pee in the toilet.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Her smile widened.
“So what does that make you? My personal portable toilet?”
She laughed at her own words.
“My little portable pot?”
I lowered my eyes submissively.
“If that’s what you want me to be.”
“And you’d let me use you even when we weren’t in the bathroom?”
“Yes.”
“Your face? Your mouth? Your whole body