You will worship my feet or face a harsh punishment
“Toes First”
By the time the 5th sting of the leather belt slammed across her bare backside, Sarah knew she’d do anything Mistress Veruca commanded. The woman was into something beyond BDSM. She was a cruel goddess hell-bent on full dominance over not just Sarah’s body, but her mind and very soul.
Sarah, now kneeling submissively in stockings and garter belt as dictated, gazed up at Mistress Veruca towering over her, full breasts nearly spilling out of her tight leather bodice. The red marks on Sarah’s bare pussy and breasts were already fading, but the sting of her punished ass remained, making each shift on her knees a sweet hell.
“You will worship my feet,” Mistress Veruca commanded, lifting one black stiletto and pressing the wicked sharp heel to Sarah’s trembling lip. “You will service them so devotedly, that you’ll beg each and every day for the privilege. Now begin, whore. If you displease me, you know what will happen.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah breathed. She parted her lips eagerly, feeling the cold rub of latex against her tongue as the heel shoved past her teeth. “Mmmph.”
Sarah sucked obediently, running her tongue along the rigid sole, tasting the salty musk of Mistress Veruca’s foot. The other heel ground into her forehead, pinning her in a humiliating pantomime of worship.
“Yes, just like that,” Mistress Veruca purred, wriggling her toes. “Get them nice and clean, bitch. They’re filthy from walking all over you.”
Sarah felt her throat tighten, but didn’t stop worshipping. She took Mistress Veruca’s foot from her mouth and gazed at it adoringly before suckling the toes one by one, swirling her tongue between each. She nuzzled her burning red pussy against the heel needfully.
Mistress Veruca pulled away and pushed her other foot forward. “The other one too, slut. You want to please me, dont you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah whimpered, feeling so small and slutty. She took the second foot into her mouth eagerly, not caring that her lipstick smeared. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks around each toe. Mistress Veruca’s perfumed toenails were delicious.
“That’s it, make love to my feet,” Mistress Veruca cooed. She started rocking her hips, pressing her cunt against Sarah’s face. Sarah quickly shifted her head to service the wetness flooding her resistant bonds.
“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah moaned between licks and sucks. “I’ll be your willing slave, your whore to torture and pleasure.”
Mistress Veruca dragged her soaked panties, now saturated from pleasuring Sarah herself, up to rub over her whimpering slave’s mouth. “Lick.”
Sarah licked docilely, tasting herself and her Mistress. The tangy musk mixed with the sweat of gleaming latex made her so dizzy and aroused she thought she might faint.
“I want you to pleasure my feet all night,” Mistress Veruca growled, hoisting her leg up to shove two toes into Sarah’s drooling mouth. “I want your lips on my toes when you cum, like the true whore you are.”
“Yes Mistress,” Sarah mewled around the squirming toes, any lingering pride destroyed. She sucked and kissed each toe afterward, worshipping the peachy skin, nibbling the sensitive pads.
Mistress Veruca took a piece of frosted sheers and tied it around Sarah’s neck. The bone of the handle pressed into her throat. “So you won’t forget how special my feet are to you. Now get me a basin of warm water, whore. My feet deserve to be bathed and drowned in your worship.”
“Yes Mistress,” Sarah said, already moving to obey, eager to serve her Mistress, to atone, to suffer and revel in the delicious despot that commanded her everlasting slavery.
Mistress Veruca smiled down at her whimpering slave, her own eyes dark with sadistic glee. The voyeurs watching didn’t realize the worst was yet to come… and the craziest part was, they both craved it.
