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.
