“What’s it going to be, pain or humiliation?” your Mistress asks you.
“Um … humiliation?” you answer, not sure what she’s asking. You’ve gone straight over to hers after work as per her command and are standing in her doorway.
“OK. Come in, take your dress off and get down on the floor,” she says curtly.
She walks around you as you’re lying there on her living room floor in your underwear. She’s fully dressed; her long, black skirt swishes by your nose as she circulates, looking down on you. You can’t help looking up her skirt.
“Nice underwear,” she says, in a smirking tone. “Spread your legs.”
You obey. You never realised quite how humiliating just lying on the floor could be.
She stands between your spread legs, close to your crotch. “Dirty bitch,” she says. It’s a statement of fact, not to be disputed. And then you feel the pointed toe of her shoe being rubbed against the crotch of your panties. You don’t move, you let her do it. Then she puts more weight on it: the sole of her foot grinding and mashing against your cunt. “Aren’t you?” she says, as you gasp, “Answer me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” you reply hurriedly.
“You can lick my shoes clean, you dirty bitch,” she tells you. And so saying, she sits on a chair next to you and places the toe of her high heel in your mouth. “Lick.”
Your tongue flicks over the black leather. You can taste dirt, mixed with a slight musk of your leaking juices. The way she is treating you is making you unaccountably wet.
“Kiss it,” she says, pushing the toe further into your mouth. “Make love to my shoe, you dirty cunt.”
Oh, god. You don’t have a shoe fetish but you do as she says. Kissing and licking the whole of the pointy-end of her shoe.
She removes it and leaves it sitting on your chest, the heel digging into you. “What do you say, bitch?” Her tone is mocking. She is looking at you with a mixture of scorn and derision.
You’re frozen. You’re not sure what she wants from you.
“You say ‘thank you’, of course, you stupid bitch.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” you murmur.
“Thank you for what, exactly, bitch?” she says. “Spell it out for me.”
“For kissing your shoe, Mistress,” you answer. “Thank you for letting me kiss your shoe.”
“Yes, that’s right, bitch,” she says, presenting the sole of her shoe to your mouth now. “You should feel lucky that I’m letting you have access to any part of my body. That I’m letting you worship me.” She pauses. “Go on, bitch, lick it. Lick the bottom of my shoe and tell me how grateful you are.”
Oh god, oh god. You lick and kiss it, feeling like dirt, “Thank you, Mistress,” you pant out, between licks. “Thank you for giving me this opportunity to kiss you.” The self-degradation is making you wet. More than anything you want to touch yourself, want to put your hands inside your panties and rub. You want to demean yourself more. “I’m so grateful that you will let a dirty cunt like me get my lips anywhere near you, Mistress.”
“Aah, that’s good work, bitch,” she says, in a satisfied purr, “you’re getting my cunt wet now.” She pulls her dress upwards to reveal her long legs, and black panties. “I think you deserve to worship my bare feet because of that.”
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