Shoe sadism

Nothing clever. Just needed to get this out of my system.

1

She’d bound my arms and legs so snugly at that I looked like nothing more than a worm that had crawled over. Totally humbled I lifted my head to lick her shoes.

Every now and then her whip cut into my back as she urged me to “Show some speed!”

2

On my hands and knees hoping hopelessly to please her my tongue traveled up and down the sides of her boots. As much as I strived to pace myself I never seemed to do what she wished. The riding crop cut into my skin as I was told to “Don’t rush you fool, do a good job!”

3

Bound helplessly before one of her crossed legs I was striving to perform what I hoped she would find a satisfactory job of polishing her boots with my tongue. But every so often she’d grab my hair, slap me in the face and tell me to stop “drooling” on her.

4

On my back I strived to remove and swallow every bit of filth from the bottom her flat shoes. Whether my tongue moved in circles, or in lines, it never seemed to follow the route she wished.

“Show some enthusiasm in your service,” she tell me just before her flogger ground into my groin. However much I tried she never seemed satisfied.