The air is thick with anticipation as our Italian submissive begins his foot worship, his tongue tentatively exploring the soles of his mistress's feet. She watches, her expression inscrutable, as he grows bolder, his tongue flicking against her toes, his hands massaging her calves. His cock, hard and aching, strains against his pants, a constant reminder of his eager state. His mistress, amused by his predicament, orders him to stroke himself, to bring himself to the brink, but not to come. He complies, his hand moving in a blur, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She can see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire to obey and his body's demand for release. With a cruel smile, she orders him to stop, to stand, to face her. He does, his body shaking, his cock glistening with pre-cum. "You will come," she says, her voice soft, "when I tell you to." And with that, she turns, leaving him kneeling, alone, desperate, and hard.