An Hour A Day

Now that it's fall, and cooler, Emily has been wearing hose again. But not everyday. Some days she just feels like trousers and a sweater. When I complained last week, when I told her I wish she'd wear a skirt or dress everyday, she said she would. Under one condition.

I had to give her a foot massage when she got home. For an hour. Every day.

Which means everyday from six to seven she gets a wonderful, tender, even erotic and relaxing foot massage.

It also means everyday from six to seven I am swollen to the edge of my chastity cage.

Every day.

An hour a day.

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