So, I’ve been thinking a lot about stockings and high heel shoes and pantsuits and businesswoman and… 🥴😵💫🫠🫠
“I’m dirtying my favorite heels for you, puppy,” Wanda crooned. “What do you say?”
You knelt on the floor beside her desk chair, knees shoulder width apart and hands obediently behind your back. Unlike Wanda, who was fully clothed in a wine colored pantsuit, you were almost entirely naked, save for your underwear. The toe of Wanda’s pointed black heel ground against your clit, providing just enough friction to keep you panting and breathless.
Your mind was so muddled, you forgot to respond to her question. She grabbed your chin, letting her nails dig into your jaw. “Puppy…” she chided, “What do you say to mommy for rubbing her pretty heels on your dirty cunt?”
“Tha-thank you,” you stammered, whining and straining against her grasp. “Thank you mommy… for dirtying your heels on my… on my cunt.”
“That’s my good girl,” she said, releasing your chin. She leaned back in her chair, twirling her pen between her fingers as she watched you squirm beneath her.
You whined when she lifted her shoe away, almost daring to complain before you felt the pointy leather toe tap your chin. You tilted your head to look up at her.
“You’ve made a mess,” she stated plainly. She lifted the shoe higher placing it right in front of your face. “Clean it up.”
Your eyes went wide. “W-what?”
She tapped the leather against your lips, smearing a bit of your own excitement on your face. “You heard me. Clean. It. Up.”
Hesitantly, you stuck out your tongue, licking up the mess you’d left on her shoe.
“You can use your hands,” she said, watching you struggle to keep the shoe in place as you recklessly licked it clean.
You cradled the shoe with one hand, wrapping the other around her ankle to keep it still. When the shoe was clean, you lifted your head, silently begging for her approval.
She smiled and put her foot down, settling it back on the floor with a satisfying click. “Good girl,” she cooed, moving her now gentle hands to your hair.
She softly guided your head to rest on her knee, carding her hands through your soft hair. “Do you think you’ve been good enough to cum for mommy?”
You looked up at her pleadingly. You were already so worked up it would hardly take anything to make you cum. You tucked your face against her leg, giving her the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. “Please… please mommy… please let me cum. Please.”
“Aww,” she cooed, “But you just look so precious, all desperate and needy at your mommy’s feet. I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you fuck yourself on my shoe. And if you keep begging and crying for me, you can cum just like that, okay?”
You whined, but didn’t dare protest. Instead, you adjusted to straddle her leg, grinding yourself down against to toe of her shoe. You wrapped your arms around her leg, resting your head on her knee. “Mommy… mommy please… please let me cum… please I’m already so close please….”
“Sweet girl,” she hummed, running her hands through your hair. “You’re doing so good for me. Keep going just like that.” She bent forward, leaning in so close you could feel her breath hot against your ear. “And if you ruin my stockings, I’m stuffing them in your mouth while I fuck you over my desk.”
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