So many shoes

It was no surprise that her favorite old song was Nancy Sinatra’s Boots.

That afternoon she’d collared me and I found myself kneeling before her favorite chair with a cushion sitting mysteriously on the floor between us. Equally mysterious was a large shopping bag at her side.

She spoke: “You used to be such a good little shoe worshipping toy. Lately I’ve come to feel you don’t shoe my shoes proper reverence. Since they are a part of me that means you aren’t showing me due reverence.”

Ouch. I hadn’t felt I’d slacked off. Probably she didn’t really. She may have wanted only to instill a little fear. For if she did think I was remiss with her shoes and boots what she called “attitude adjustment” would be very severe. She was speaking in a flat monotone that could make asking you what you wanted for dessert sound like an accusation of crime.

“The Salvation Army Store was having a clearance sale. I decided that perhaps you’d learn to show my shoes proper honor if you spent an afternoon licking strangers’ shoes, sandals and boots.”

She uncovered the bag it was pack full with footwear. I thought I might have even spotted a forbiddingly tall Army boot.

“Who knows what nasty people wore them? Imagine how disgusted they’d be by a little slave like you who crawls on his knees and begs to be beaten?”

She took out a black high heel and placed it on the pillow.

“Pick it up, clean it. When you think you are done put it back down.”

My mind couldn’t distinguish arousal from embarrassment. The shoe tasked vile and was filthy. She knew how gross and shaming this would feel.

She picked up the shoe with a par of forceps. As she gazed at it critically I trembled a little. What happened if she weren’t satisfied?

“It’ll do. But I want to see you work on the others with more passion. Don’t miss a particle of dirt or dust.”

“A slave like you needs more incentive than pleasing his owner doesn’t he.”

I wasn’t stupid enough to say anything. The forceps reached out and pinched a nipple it hurt but not too harshly.

“If you fail to clean a shoe properly you’ll have to lick it all over again.”

“You’ll know how well you’ve done by what I do with this.” The clamps grabbed another nipple.

“The poorer your work the more tightly I’ll squeeze and the lower I’ll go.

I’d be very diligent. She’d proven before what she could do to my foreskin.