A Night of Submission and Humiliation
The Trampling and Stomping
I had just finished a night of intense domination. My slave lay before me, his body aching from the brutal trampling and stomping he had endured. He was held in a straight jacket, unable to move freely. His eyes were filled with fear and anticipation, knowing that the punishment was far from over.
The Foot Worship Begins
I stood above him, my high heels still planted firmly on his chest. I looked down at him with a mix of disdain and amusement. He looked up at the heels that had just destroyed him, his mouth watering at the sight of them. I could tell he was ready for anything I would ask of him.
I ordered him to lay down on the floor next to my feet. He did so without hesitation, his body trembling from the pain. I then instructed him to start cleaning his pain off my heels with his tongue. The heels were covered in dirt and grime from years of use, and I wanted him to pay for every inch of it.
The Heels are Cleaned and Worshipped
Slowly, he began to lick the soles of my heels spotless. He moved up the sides, cleaning every inch of dirt and grime from them. His tongue was nimble and obedient, never once hesitating or questioning my commands. I watched with a sense of twisted satisfaction as he worked on making my heels spotless again.
Finally, I told him to open his mouth wide and start sucking on my heel like it was a cock. He did so eagerly, his lips wrapping around the hardened leather. He sucked and licked every inch of my heel, leaving it shiny and wet with his saliva. The sight of him worshipping my feet like this sent shivers down my spine.
The Pantyhose are Smothered and Worshipped
When I was done humiliating him with my shoes, I took them off and told him to get started on my silky pantyhose. He hesitated for a moment before lowering his face towards them, his nose brushing against the delicate material. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of my body.
I smothered him with the pantyhose, covering his face and body with them. He struggled to breathe, but I held them tightly against him. He began to kiss and lick the fabric, his mouth moving over every inch of it. I watched with a mix of amusement and arousal as he worshipped my intimate garments.
The Foot Gag and Release
Finally, I foot gagged him with the pantyhose, stuffing it into his mouth and tying it tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading for mercy. I smiled down at him, a cruel smile playing on my lips.
I stood up and straightened my clothes, leaving him there on the floor, gagged and bound. As I walked away, I could hear him struggling against the gag, trying to free himself. But I knew he wouldn't be escaping anytime soon. I had my fun with him, and now it was time for him to heal his mind and body.
Until next time, slave.
