"Get that chair and bring it here" she barked. She set both her feet, slightly spread on the seat of the chair, soles just off the edge. "I'm waiting slave' she said as she leaned back, hands behind her head. You looked at the tiny, black soles of your tormentor. This is going to take FOREVER. Every inch was covered in dirt except for a small area on her small arch, and under the toes.
"Any say now sweetheart" she said sardonically. Through pursed lips, you stick out your tongue and take a small lick at her heel. "Not good enough. Get your tongue wet. I want long, wet flat strokes of your tongue. Heel to toe." You put your head down at her heel, flatten your tongue along the contour of the heel and slowly make your way to the top. "Feels good jerk" she says with a grin and a barely audible groan. "Do it again." You take another lick, then another, and another. After 20 minutes, you appear to gave made a dent on the amount of dirt on her sole. "Let me see your tongue slave" You open your mouth and she begins to laugh. "I don't know which is blacker, my feet or your mouth. Back to work. Suck my toes." You start at the top, effectively deep throating all five of her short, plump, purple toes at once. She turns slightly and begins to nibble on her index finger. "I want you to suck each toe individually. Start with the small one." You begin working the little toe so hard that you think you have chipped some purple polish off. No luck, just some errant sock lint. She sinks farther into the couch, pushing her soles harder onto your face. By the time you reach the big toe, she has a permanent smile welded to her face. She sits up, grabs you by the hair, and begins to bob your head up and down on her toes. Finally she has you stop. While you try to catch your breath, she looks over her freshly cleaned foot. "It's your lucky day. I have another foot. Take off your shirt first." You do and she commands you to move the chair out of the way. "Lay on the floor. I want your head under my left foot, and your body under my right."
When you look up, you can see her steely eyes looking down at you with contempt. She begins to slowly rub your chest with her right foot, while rubbing your face with her right. She puts her hands on her hips and pulls your mouth open with her toes. Without warning, she shoves her foot halfway down your throat. Her toes are using your tonsils for a volleyball. You think you are going to gag, but she won't let you. She draws her foot out just in time. Then she inserts just her toes. You begin swirling your tongue all over around, and in between your tormentors toes. You grab her ankle, and hold her foot in place. While you are sucking, you begin to examine her small soft soles. They have the feel of butter. Dirty butter, but soft and smooth regardless. You start to feel aroused as she rubs her other foot along your stomach. She takes her toes out of your mouth to examine it, leaving a trail of saliva attached. "I think I want you fingerprint. You are my canvas. She then takes her still dirty left foot and rubbing along your face, neck, and chest leaving a watery mixture of dirt and saliva wherever she ventures. You are not sure that you like the idea of being controlled with feet, but you are thinking you nay be at least neutral. "I want to try something else. My feet are sore from being in class all day. Now that they are clean, I want a massage. You can massage my feet, or you can receive a different punishment. What will it be?"
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