Leslie had on sheer nylons and had one leg crossed over the other. I knelt before her magnificent presence.
She stuck the front of her spiked heel into my mouth and said “SUCK IT, you little bitch!” I did so. “Tongue clean the bottoms of my heels.” Of course I complied with everything she said. “Suck the spike like it’s a cock, bitch-boy!”
She re-crossed her leg so it was on the opposite side and I had to lay on the floor with my head raised high enough to reach. It was not comfortable, but she didn’t care about that.
After a while, she had me kneel and kiss her nylon covered thighs just below the hem line while she held a handful of my hair. “Now remove my shoes and kiss them.” When I did the most wonderful scent of nylon and shoe leather wafted into my nostrils and the back of my head tingled with excitement. She flexed her lovely toes before my eyes and noted my reaction.
I dutifully sucked her shoe and without thinking I stuck my nose and tongue into the inner sole for a taste. She smacked me hard on the ear and it knocked me so hard I was seeing stars for awhile and almost passed out. My ear rang from the dizzying blow, which had caught me quite by surprise, but I remained on my knees, quivering in fear and trepidation of what was to come next.
“Look you little bitch,” she scolded, “Did I tell you to lick my shoe soles? Now they are all wet. Blow them dry!”
I did, while managing to inhale her intoxicating foot scent as much as possible.
Miss Leslie was in charge of my initiation rite into the secret lesbian sisterhood. In preparation I was to serve her at her apartment. As I knelt before her, she had ripped my blouse open, exposing my breasts and my hands were tied behind my back. “My feet are hot from walking around in these heels all day. Gently cool them with your tongue!” I obeyed, looking submissively upward at her stern, seductive appearance.
She responded with a command,”More saliva, slut!” Once I finished with the first foot she inspected the bottom of her foot, “You missed the dirt in the crevices and in-between my toes!” With that, she slapped me in the face. “Work that slutty pink tongue harder!” “Get your pretty little lips around my toes and suck them clean, you slutty little foot bitch.”
Yes, I know I am hopelessly addicted to Goddess Leslie. There’s no chance for me now. I am 100% under the control of her soft silky soles and luscious long legs. She tells me just how far under her control I am now, as she tweaks and twists my bare nipples with her toes. My life is nothing to her, I am just a foot fool that will do as she says.
She slaps me again and pushes her foot as far into my mouth as she can. “Suck my sweaty foot, slut!” She looks downward at me, I feel so belittled by the fact that she is abusing my mouth with her muscular, powerful foot, scraping her soles on the bottom row of my teeth for her pleasure and trapping my tongue between her toes and laughing at me, amused at my submissive, blushing face, still pink from her face slaps…..
After wearing her fur lined boots, Miss Leslie’s feet are nice and warm with her succulent scent, and her wish is to have you tongue bathe her soles and clean between her toes. Afterwards, she will have you give her feet a mouth massage, where she will push her perfect toes into your waiting mouth as you kneel on the floor, at her beck and call.
She knows full well that you will do whatever she wants, as she teases in her white shirt, showing off her nice breasts and athletic body encased in tight fitting jeans. “Suck them, slave,” she commands with authority, pointing at her toes.