A Chaste Slave to My Ex Ch. 10

She sips her coffee and lights a cigarette, then lifts her foot up slightly, allowing me to nestle in even closer, as if giving me a small favor.

"All this just for my feet, boy. Imagine if I had missed you the same way!" She chuckles, lightly patting my head with her other foot. "What a perfect little welcome back, perhaps that's how we should start every day."

She bursts out laughing as I redouble my efforts, overcome by the privilege of being allowed to worship her feet.

I lie on the floor and begin planting fervent kisses on every inch of her right foot. My gaze is irresistibly attracted by the little key hanging from the slender gold chain circling her ankle. Its glint catches my eye, and my heart misses a beat, reminded of the power it has over you. Anthea catches the direction of my gaze, and her amused laugh fills the room as she shifts her ankle, making the key tauntingly sway closer yet still so out of grasp.

"Oh? Are you admiring my little accessory, boy?" She smiles down at me. "I don't blame you; it must be such a lovely reminder. Look at you, practically drooling over it." She winks to herself, the tone oozing with veiled mirth. "Doesn't it just drive you crazy?"

I nod near-entranced as she slowly raises her foot, holding the key in front of my face.

"Yes, Lady... It does."

Anthea takes a saddened but understanding expression.

"Poor thing," she coos in feigned sympathy, shifting the chain back and forth slowly. "Imagine being so close to freedom, oh, just the thought must be torture! Do you miss it, hmm? The feeling of an erection maybe?" She is leaning forward with a playful glint in her eye. "I wonder if you even remember what it feels like."

My cheeks flush, her words sending a pang of longing through me. She presses her foot lightly to my lips, urging me to continue.

"It's almost cute... the way you stare at it, like it's some kind of... prize." She leans in closer, her eyes gleaming with playful cruelty. "Hmm, poor thing," she purrs, tapping the key with her finger so it swings slightly, grazing my cheek with each movement. "I wonder how it feels to be so close, yet so... very... far from freedom."

She watches my eyes track the key then with a satisfied smirk, she lowers her ankle directly in front of my face.

"Kiss it," she orders, her tone firm and teasing. "Show me just how much this little key means to you."

My heart pounds as I press my lips to the tiny key, feeling the cool metal against my lips. The act only deepens my longing, each kiss a reminder of what lies just out of reach.

"Oh, the look on your face!" she laughs, pulling her foot back slightly, leaving me wanting more. "You're almost trembling. I suppose it must be torturous, so close, yet so helpless."

I nod, still lost in the haze of desire and anticipation, barely able to find the words to respond.

"You know," she continues, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "I'm feeling... rather generous today."

She pauses, watching the hope flash in my eyes. Her smirk widens as she stretches her legs out, crossing them elegantly while still dangling the key in plain view.

"Perhaps, boy... I'll allow you a little taste of freedom." Her voice is smooth, drawing out each word slowly. "Yes, I've decided. On Thursday, I will grant you the... honor of an erection."

My eyes widen, and I can hardly believe her words. The flood of gratitude comes pouring out.

"Oh, thank you, Lady! Thank you! That is... so generous of you. I can't express how grateful I am. Thank you... thank you.. my wonderful Owner and Keyholder!"

Anthea smiles broadly. "Oh, I know." She grins, stretching her toes luxuriously, watching my reaction. "I'm sure you'll find a way to show your gratitude." She taps the key one last time, emphasizing the gap between now and Thursday.

"But don't get too excited just yet... That day is still a while away. For now, you can keep dreaming and make sure you're worthy of my generosity."

She smirks, lifting her foot from my lips and resting it on my shoulder, dangling the chain just inches from my face.

"I know, I know... I hope for more pleasure this week..."

She glances meaningfully at my cage, then back to the key, tapping it with her finger. "This little thing kept you right in place. Oh, the loyalty! But perhaps you enjoy being denied? Or is that just me?"

"Lady, I... I live to serve your pleasure."

Anthea laughs, a soft, melodious sound, clearly amused by my response.

"I suppose you do. And it certainly seems to please me." She brushes her foot along my cheek, lifting her leg slightly so the key swings with each gentle movement. "But who knows? Maybe the longer I keep it here, the more you'll truly appreciate it... someday."

Her laughter lingers as I return to worshipping her left foot. As I finally lift my gaze to meet hers, I ask if she's feeling tired after her long flight.

"Lady, you must be exhausted. Would you like me to run a bath for you? A warm bubble bath to help you relax?"

She tilts her head thoughtfully, tapping a finger on her coffee cup before answering.

"Hmm... yes, I suppose you're right. A bath does sound delightful. Go ahead, boy, make it perfect for me."

I bow my head respectfully and offer her a cigarette, which she accepts with a small, gracious nod. Lighting it, I watch as she inhales deeply, savoring the first drag with a sigh of satisfaction.

"Good boy... now, off with you. I expect a perfectly prepared bath." She flicks her wrist in a dismissive but amused gesture, turning her attention to the view outside the window as I hurry off to prepare the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I set to work, running warm water and adding a luxurious bubble bath that fills the room with a calming, floral scent. I add salts and essential oils to the bath tub. I arrange her favorite candles around the bathtub, lighting each one to create a soft, ambient glow. Clean, fluffy towels are folded neatly on the vanity, and I place a glass of iced water nearby should she feel thirsty.

Finally, I return to the living room, curtseying as I announce her bath is ready.

"Your bath awaits, Lady. I've prepared everything for your relaxation."

Anthea stubs out her cigarette, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she rises gracefully from the couch.

"Come boy to undress me and prepare me for the bath."

I crawl behind her, taking glimpses of her legs and bottom as I follow her to the bathroom. I unzip the zipper, pull down her blue mini dress and hold it low; she supports herself on my shoulder with her hand and takes her feet out of the dress.

She wears a dark navy bra with streaks of silver threading that catches the dim light, deep plum-colored panties of the same dark, sensual hue. She catches me stealing a glimpse and her smile widens into a mixture of mockery and amusement.

"Eyes down, boy. You're here to serve, not to stare." I unhook her bra and let it fall away, followed by the slip of her panties to the floor. "You're to keep your eyes on your tasks unless I tell you otherwise."

My eyes automatically drop, and I swallow hard as she delicately steps into the warm, fragrant bath, settles back with a contented sigh, and lets the bubbles surround her, one arm draped along the edge.

"Now, before you even think about touching me, here are the rules." She orders. "This is a privilege to assist me in the bath, boy. You will serve me politely, without staring at things you shouldn't unless I allow it. And in case you want to wash some... sensitive places, you will ask first. I expect due respect and absolute obedience."

"Yes, Lady. I fully understand." comes my prompt answer.

She smirks slightly, pausing for dramatic effect. "If I suspect even the slightest hint of distraction we will have a little chat about focus. Now, bring my things -my cigarettes, my phone, the ashtray, and my coffee- on a tray, and fetch them to me, and let's see if you can handle this privilege without embarrassing yourself."

I nod, my head bowed as I swiftly get her cigarettes, phone, ashtray, and coffee. I then place one item at a time onto the tray and set it upon a little chair by the bath tub. She leans over, took a sip of the coffee with a sigh of relaxation, then lights the cigarette and settles back into the bath, her look of satisfaction.

"Now, start with my hair. Remember, gentle hands, boy. I don't want you ruining my relaxation."

I move to her head, cupping water gently in my hands, pouring it over her hair in soft careful motions, feeling the silken strands as they soak in the warmth.

I work the shampoo into her scalp, massaging carefully, every movement intended to bring her comfort. Anthea closes her eyes to just let the sensation wash over her and takes another long drag on her cigarette, blowing smoke up into the air.

"Mmm... that's nice. You're learning, boy. Keep it up, and perhaps I'll trust you with more." She smirks, eyes closed, adding with a soft chuckle, "Though I imagine this is already quite a treat for you." Her murmur is low and content. "Maybe you can be trusted with a few basic tasks. Even if you're clearly... distracted." She laughs softly, clearly aware of the strain the situation is placing on me.

"Thank you, Lady. I am honored to serve you, no matter the challenge."

"Oh, I bet you are." Her tone is dripping with amusement, and the corner of her mouth twitches upwards in a smirk. "But let that honor not get in the way of proper attention to detail. I expect nothing less than perfection, after all."

I focus on the scalp-on, massaging in slow, circular motions, letting the shampoo work its way through every strand. I take my time, lathering up every part of her hair before hefting her head back slowly, and pouring a tiny amount of water over it to rinse, being careful not to let any suds slip down into her face.

She slouches back even more, her eyes closed as if this pampering is a birthright for her; she is uttering small hums of approval, finishing her cigarette with languid movements and stubbing it out in the ashtray.

"Well, that was quite decent. Maybe I should give you a few more privileges if you keep up like this." She sips her coffee, gazing at me with half-closed eyes. "But don't get ahead of yourself. The real work is only beginning."

My heart goes racing at her words, and I nod respectfully. I rinse her hair well, then reach for the conditioner and apply it, continuing the scalp massage. I leave the conditioner on for a little longer and then rinse her hair a final time, making sure it's really soft with no residue.

"Very good, boy. You're being quite attentive, aren't you?" She leans back again, picking up her coffee with one hand, while she looks over at me. "Just remember the rules. We wouldn't want you getting any foolish ideas, would we?"

"No, Lady. I'm here to serve however you wish."

"Good. Then perhaps you've earned the privilege of washing the rest of me, if you can keep your focus."

As Anthea lies in the warm-scented bath water, her eyes shut in relaxation, my soft, tender motions wash her arms. I start with her arms-brushing softly across her shoulders, armpits, lower to elbows, and wrists. I wash each finger slowly before letting my touch rest respectfully and move on to her forearms. Every few seconds, I would stop and ask softly, "May I continue, my Lady?"

Anthea chuckles low, an amused sound. "Continue, boy. You don't have to ask for every finger," she says with sarcasm tinting her tone. "But then again, I do suppose asking for every touch is only proper now isn't it? Once upon a time, you were entitled to my body... and now look at you begging just to touch and wash it."

I swallow as, with her words, I feel the mix of humility and longing ease me closer, whispering, "Lady, may I wash... your chest and... your breasts?"

The corners of Anthea's lips rise in a soft smirk, but she does not open her eyes. "Oh?" she purrs, her tone light and playful, with a hint of mockery, "My breasts hmm? All right, then. Go on. But remember, steady hand. It wouldn't do for you to handle me carelessly." The words are light, but the quiet warning is definitely there.

My washcloth passes over her chest, and through the silence, her teasing voice floats: "You know, a real man wouldn't be on his knees washing me with that pitiful look on his face. He'd be in the bath with me, wouldn't he?" She stops, observing the faint flush rise over my cheeks. "But you? You're here, kneeling, restrained, and leaking like some eager puppy just because you have the honor of bathing me."

I go red at her words but she's right of course. I move down her torso washing her stomach and around her waist, I hesitate again as I approach her hips.

"Lady... may I... may I have permission to wash... between your legs?" I ask, almost breathlessly.

A laugh escapes her, rich with hidden mockery. "You're asking permission for that, too?" She shrugs then nods. "Very well, go ahead. But I doubt you'll have any idea what to do with it," she adds with a glint of naughtiness in her eyes. Obediently, I lower the cloth, washing her inner thighs and moving with tender respect.

After a few moments, Anthea sighs, rolling her eyes slightly. "Honestly, it's almost amusing, watching you struggle to remain focused and controlled. I bet you're dripping already, aren't you?" She laughs, satisfied with herself. "All this, and you're just here, kneeling, dripping away like a good, chaste boy."

I continue in silence, moving lower to wash her calves, feeling the heat in my own cheeks and the unmistakable ache of my restraint. I finally ask to wash her back, Anthea gestures me permission, her back arches slightly, her skin warm and smooth under my touch.

"A man, if he'd had me naked like this, would've taken advantage, would have joined me for a long, indulgent soak," she purrs, voice taunting. "Instead, here you are, trembling just for permission to touch, your chastity cage undoubtedly pressing tight." She looks over her shoulder, smirking knowingly, "A suitable place for an ex-lover, don't you think?"

"Yes my Lady, you are as usual right. Thank you for putting me in my correct place. I wasn't worth to be your partner and not sure if I am worth to be your slave too."

I kneel beside the tub, cradling her foot, gently working the cloth across her skin. She leans back against the edge of the tub, her face serene as she lets herself drift into the soothing sensation of my hands ministering to her needs.

Anthea is sighing softly, with a hint of a smile.

"You are right you know... Looking back... I think I realized a while ago you just weren't cut out to be my partner. Not like that."

"I understand, Lady. I wasn't the right person for you back then... but I'm grateful to serve you now."

"Yeah, I guess that's how it's meant to be, huh? And you know what? I see now, you're actually much better suited for this role. Being my partner in the traditional sense? No, that was never really you. But being my slave... there's some real potential there."

"Thank you, Lady. That means everything to me."

She is smiling wider, "Oh, don't thank me yet, boy. You've still got a lot to prove. You've come a long way, yeah, but I expect way more from you."

She leans back in the bath tub as I wash her foot, looking at you with a loving yet critical gaze."I need loyalty, commitment, and, honestly, a little more polish. You're rough around the edges."

Holding her foot and pulling it higher to wash beneath, then I'm working with deliberateness down the opposite leg with tenderness.

"So, tell me, how do you think you've been doing? Do you actually believe you're worthy of serving me?"

I hesitate a few moments to find the words and say honestly.

"I try my best every day, Lady. I know I've made mistakes, but I hope I've shown you enough dedication to be worthy."

"I see you trying, sure. But being 'worthy'? That's another level, and I'd say you've got a ways to go before you can call yourself that." Then she continues, her tone softening just a bit. "Look, I know you're trying, and I can see the effort, but you can't get comfy. This is a lifetime thing, you're in training, still, boy."

"I understand, Lady. I'll do whatever it takes. Thank you for allowing me the honor..."

Anthea is grinning, affectionately patting my cheek with the ball of her foot.

"Now, that's the attitude I want to hear. Stay humble, stay eager, and keep showing me I was right to give you this chance."

I wash the membrane between her toes and then rub her heel with the wet cloth.

Her eyes are sparkling with a mix of warmth as watches my careful care to her foot.

"Now listen, here's what I'm gonna need from you going forward. No slacking, no excuses. I want you fully committed to making my life easier, better. You're here to serve me, to learn, and to become better every day. Think you can handle that?"

I nod eagerly, "Absolutely, Lady. I'll give you my all."

She hears me smiling approvingly, her voice softening with a hint of affection.

"Good. And don't think I'm doing this just for me. I'm doing this for you, too. This'll make you a better version of yourself if you let it."

She pauses, then adds with a wink. "Of course, I do expect you to keep up with all the little things. My standards are high, and I'm not lowering them for anyone, not even for you, my dear little Richard-boy."

"I wouldn't want you to, Lady. I'll rise to meet them."

"You'd better. Otherwise, you'll just remind me why you weren't good enough to be my partner in the first place."

Anthea watches me with a small smile of pleasure on her lips. She lifts her leg out a little, settling back against the edge of the tub with a soft sigh.

"Alright, boy, here's the deal. Prove to me every single day that I was right to keep you around. Show me I was smart to give you this second chance. And if you really put in the work? Maybe, just maybe, you'll make yourself actually worthy one day. That's on you. I'm not promising anything, though but only that I will be fair on my judgment."

I'm bowing my head respectfully, "Thank you, Lady. I'll earn it."

She smiles and put a cigarette on her lips as I put her leg in the bath tub. I reach for the lighter and carefully light her cigarette. She picks up her coffee and takes a sip, letting out a contented sigh. I take a towel and hold it in my hands standing at attention. Anthea smiling stretches her right foot just a little to touch my cage, lifts it up with her toes and let it fall down and repeat it nonchalantly. My useless cock is twitching in the tight cage, my gaze focused on the small key on her ankle.

"Mmm, it's good to be home. You missed your Lady, didn't you, boy?"

I nod, mumbling a reverent, "Yes, Lady."

"Well Mallorca was beautiful. Something is magic in those endless sandy beaches and the soft waves. I have spent hours just lying, doing absolutely nothing but basking in the sun."

Her voice is dreamy now, the tone of a person describing a scene with which, if she had a choice, she would immediately step right back into. I watch her expression; in her mind's eye, she must be reliving these moments, taking great delight in the view of her so happy.

"It sounds wonderful, Lady. I'm glad you had such a good time."

"Ibiza was even more exciting." She smiles "Not just a matter of relaxing, but the nightlife, the dancing... electric. And the people I met--everyone is there to forget about the world and have a good time. I think you would've been completely overwhelmed, boy."

She laughs-a light, teasing sound-and I nod, hanging on her every word in attentive devotion.

"I'm sure it must have been something truly unforgettable, Lady Anthea."

"Oh, it was. And you know what else? The freedom of it all." She sipped her coffee, eyes gleaming impishly "Doing exactly what I want, when I want. No one to answer to."