She started fidgeting with her shoe, raised both of her feet above my head, and said in a stern commanding tone,
"Stick out your tongue."
I didn't want my tongue anywhere near her, especially the part shadowing over me. I held my tongue, and kept my lips pressed shut.
She responded. "Or perhaps you'd like another session with my shoes, hmm?" dangling her shoe over me and slowly moving it closer.
She had me cornered. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck underneath her shoe again, having to suffer from the smell at such intensity.
Defeated, I laid my tongue out for her.
"Good boy", she said. "Now, my soles are so tired, they want a massage."
I took my tongue back to speak. "To do that, you would have to take off my handcuffs."
"Not from your hands, silly. From your tongue. Now, stick it out."
I swallowed in fear, and laid my tongue out flat.

She pressed her right sole flat against my tongue. As soon as I felt the sweat on her sole connect with my tongue, I tried to retreat, though she had pinned my tongue into my chin. Her foot sweat smelt just as bad, though fortunately it wasn't as strong as being trapped inside her shoe. The taste was... peculiar, to say the least. It was; warm, slimy, but surprisingly, not the worst thing to have come from this woman. If anything, I could consider this a break between what could be worse forms of torment and torture in store for me. It would be tolerable, if it wasn't for me having noticed her rubbing her toes all over my cravat with her other foot.

She lifted her right foot, hovering slightly over my mouth. She commanded me to lick, and not to tempt her into doing something more punishable, I complied. I stuck out my tongue and reached for the heel end of her sole. As the tip of my tongue got a taste of her foot sweat, I moved my tongue up along her sole. As I did, I heard moaning coming from her. It was a moan of pleasure, of arousal. A smooth gentle sounding "mmmm". Just hearing it put my body and mind at ease. Perhaps it was because she was turning docile, or maybe...

"Keep going." Her command interrupted my train of thought. I continued to lick her sole, moving my tongue up and down, gently caressing her skin. As I went on, I heard more moans coming from her, and I could taste more of her foot sweat on my tongue. I never thought I would say it, but I think I began to find the taste quite... nice. It must have lasted about ten or fifteen minutes, before she raised her foot out of reach.

She spoke again, sounding a tad bit flustered. "Nice work, slave. I didn't think you'd have it in you."
Before, a compliment from a woman like this would've slid right off my back. Though I somehow found myself, pleased to hear this from her. Perhaps I was starting to grow accustomed to this new lifesty-
NO! I must not submit to this! I am trying to keep her occupied until the plane starts to land, where I will find my chance to escape. I must stay focused on my mission, and hope this will all end soon.

"What's on your mind? What are you thinking so deeply about?"
Uh oh, I think she might be onto me.
"Well, I hope it's about me. Since I'm your world now. I'm your everything. But enough talk..."