I wake up from a familiar voice telling me to get up. When I open my eyes I see four legs and feet through the bars of the cage – two of them belong to Mistress, the other two belong to Sir. Sir is Mistress’ boyfriend, He replaced me sexually. The door of the cage was unlocked and opened when I was woken up, like every morning. I turn around and crawl towards the door carefully, my cage is actually the underside of the bed that Mistress and Sir sleep in. It has bars on all sides, surrounding me, holding me captive. It is just high enough to allow me to sleep on my side, more than enough space for a pathetic cuckold sissy like myself.
When I get out of the cage I am immediately reminded of the situation I am in. Mistress loves to watch Her lovers have sex with Herself and Her property, that’s why the master bedroom is covered with mirrors. These mirrors now show me I am completely naked – my body is shaved and toned to look like a young girl. I am wearing a chastity cage that prevents me from touching myself at night, it also adds to my humiliation and reminds me of the fact that Mistress owns my clit.
I am still on my knees and I know I’d better not stand up. Mistress and Sir are still on the bed, they are both naked, kissing each other. Sir is on top of Mistress and I can tell by their body language that this is not just a ‘good-morning hug’, they are going to have sex soon, and I am expected to be out of the bedroom before they will. I quickly crawl towards the door and close it behind me - I am out of sight so I am allowed to stand up and walk.
My first task of the day is to make breakfast for Mistress and Sir. I do my best to make it perfect, if I burn the food or spill anything, I will be punished for it and I will start the day of my superiors in a bad way. Breakfast is ready so I put it on a tray and walk towards the master bedroom, knock on the door and wait for permission to enter. I serve the tray kneeling down next to the bed with my head down. I hear Mistress and Sir kissing and laughing while they make little comments about me. They are making fun of the fact that I am holding the tray with their breakfast and seem to enjoy making me wait for their acknowledgement. When they finally do acknowledge me, they order me to put the tray on the bed and take place on the floor, at the foot of the bed.
Mistress orders me to first massage Sir’s strong feet. When Sir is satisfied, I am ordered to massage Mistress’ beautiful tan feet. I am a real foot fetishist and Mistress knows that Her pretty feet drive me crazy. She knows I am dying to taste and smell them, so She won’t let me. I am no longer allowed to have intimate moments with Mistress for as long as She is in a relationship with Sir.