Kyle tightened his grip on your neck, making it impossible to breathe.
"Say it louder!"
You tried to talk but couldn't say anything from having all the pressure on your throat.
Earlier that day, you decided to tell your headmaster about Kyle's bullying. From calling you names to making you have your lunch from the bathroom floor, Kyle perfected humiliating you since you began high school, and he wasn't backing down on you last year.
After you were both in the headmaster's office, you realized how much trouble Kyle was in and knew he would make you pay. You denied your claims and apologized to both of them. The headmaster suggested you spend the afternoon cleaning the football field after the game to bond.
You knew what was coming, so the second you two were alone in the locker room, you backed to the wall and started apologizing. He walked to you and held your throat without force.
"What the fuck were you doing you filthy pig?"
"I don't know... please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... forgive me, I beg you. I'll do whatever you want... I'm a filthy pig. Whatever you want me to be, just be merciful."
"Yeah that's right... that's right. You are my bitch. Do you understand? Say it loud and proud."
He started to tighten his grip as you tried to utter the words.
"Your... bitch."
"Couldn't hear you piggy. Louder!"
"You... your bi... bitch."
Kyle tightened his grip on your neck, making it impossible to breathe.
"Say it louder!"
You couldn't say anything anymore. He let you off as you collapsed to the ground trying to breathe.
"Your bitch... I'm your bitch."
"Yeah that's right."
He stomped your chest with his size 12 sneakers.
"Hiw about you be good bitch and clean my sneakers? Let's put that tongue into some use other than crying like a baby."
"I'm so sorry, Kyle, but I don't get what you mean... I'll do whatever you want, but I don't get what you meant."
He pressed his foot deeper into your chest.
"You bitch better call me Master Kyle or Sir from now on. I don't care who's around... and you be sure I'll call you bitch. And what I meant, you stupid moron was lick my fucking sneakers clean with that tongue of yours. Do you get it now you illiterate bitch?"
"I do Master Kyle."
He removed his foot off your chest and sat on the bench and signaled for you to bow before him. You started licking the tops of his sneakers, slowly making progress and feeling disgusted as the colors turned brighter.
"Good bitch. How does did it taste? You liked it, don't you?"
"I sure did Master Kyle. Thank you. Are we done now?"
He slapped your face.
"When I ask a question you reply back only to that fucking question moron. When we are done, I say we are done. When I say lick my sneakers clean, I mean lick my fucking sneakers clean, and this includes the bottom of it you stupid bitch."
The thought of licking the bottom of his sneakers made you gag, but you knew there was no other way out of this.
"I'm so sorry Master Kyle. I ask for your forgiveness. I'll complete your order now."
You held his foot so the bottoms are facing your face. It was nasty, all black with different textures. Nevertheless, you had an order, so you started licking. It was the most disgusting thing you've ever done. You tasted the most horrible things. Just as the bottom became white again, you realized you still have the other one.
It took a while, but you cleaned both sneakers entirely.
"Take them both off bitch let me see."
You gracefully removed one and gave it to him. I strong stench hit you nose as his socked feet were freed. You instantly gaged and ruched to take the next sneaker off.
"You don't like my sock smell bitch? Get your face on the floor facing me. I'll teach you how to treat your Master."
He placed both socked feet over your face as he checked his sneakers.
"Good job bitch. I'll come tomorrow with another pair, they are more roughed up but you have a talent in this. Now I would have dismissed you, but as you see, my socks are filthy. How about you be a good bitch and take care of that?"
This time, you understood what he meant. You got your tongue out and licked his socks, but the smell was so strong that you felt your noes burning.
"You deserve a treat bitch."
He suddenly removed his socks and uncovered his bare feet.
"Here you go bitch. Kiss and lick and feet. Do it like you're in live with them, because trust me, I'll make you fall in love with them."
You looked at his soles and then up at his face and realized he was serious. You approached his feet and started kissing his soles, planting one kiss after the other at his soles, and getting more passionate as you go on.
Everything felt different. You were so passionate with your kisses, and you could feel you dick growing hard.
"Enough for today bitch. Be ready for tomorrow, everyone will know who my bitch is. Put my socks and shoes back on."
You complied and gently put his footwear back on. He stood up and smirked.
"You deserve one final gift for today. I'm feeling generous."
He spit on your face and kicked your balls. You laid on the ground as he walked out
"Don't forget to clean the field bitch."
