Archive For The “High Heel Worship” Category
You’ve been excited for this, haven’t you?
It’s been a while since you’ve had a good face slapping, hasn’t it?
(fingers in mouth)… (toes in mouth)… (heel in mouth)
Is that rough in your mouth?
(spits in his mouth)
(him sucking your fingers)…
If you’re good, maybe I’ll stick my cock in you later and stretch you out.
I like making you hurt for me.
Nothing else matters when you’re hurting for me, does it?
I like watching you endure for me.
Look at how nice I’m being.
(slaps face with gloves on)
Smell that leather.
(steps on cock)
It hurts, doesn’t it?
But you endure for me anyway, don’t you?
Are you gonna cry for me?
I like watching you put yourself through things that are difficult.
It shows me how devoted to me you are.
Even when it’s as simple as being on your knees.
I love seeing your devotion to me.
It’s so easy to see it when you push yourself through pain.
See that? That is true devotion.
Pushing yourself through trials and tribulations. That matters more than just about anything.
“You may have a future as a shoe salesman after all, that’s far more comfortable!” Mistress Ruby says with a smirk, looking down at the victim beneath her. What a pity, he is writhing in pain under her lethal stilettos. She shrugs, he knew what he was in for when he became her slave. She presses the iconic red sole against his mouth and purrs “Very good,” the words roll off her crimson lips like water downhill “I like the weight of my heel on your face.”
Gracefully and with purpose she lifts her other heel off his chest and momentarily balances on one foot then puts both heels over his mouth. “Your weight is divine.” groans the slave, both in ecstasy and sheer agony. “I know.” coos his Mistress in reply. She knows just how to stroke his buttons, to give him just enough to want more but not too much that he can’t handle it. It’s a perfect balancing act, just like the act they are currently in with her heels digging into his flesh.
Click, click, click. The sound of the high heels on a cold tile floor, representing your impending doom. You’d better not tremble, as that will just make it worse for you in the end. Click, click, click. Closer and closer. You get a whiff of freshly polished leather. Your Mistress’ new thigh-high Blahnik boots look stunning, like poured liquid over her creamy flesh. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” she asks with a bemused laugh as you groan on the floor, waiting… squirming… panting… The collection of fabulous Louboutin pumps adorning the fireplace behind you set the mood for what is about to take place.
“Click. Click. Click.” states your Mistress, mimicking her boots as she paces around you like a cat stalking her prey. “So sharp,” you murmur with delight and anticipation. “They are,” she replies with a purr. Click, click, click. “Lucky for you, the floor is getting boring to tread upon.” You groan and shudder with delight at the idea of where this is going. “Mistress, you are so beautiful, ” you murmur. Your Mistress slinks past you again and with a smirk of delight and sadistic glee replies “And don’t you ever forget it.”
After a very pointed pause and a devious smirk, she steps towards you with ferocious intent. This can only mean one thing, she is about to crush you into the floor beneath her. Can you endure her weight?
Ew, gross. Is that tiny pathetic little baby carrot what you call your dick? I thought so. Ugh. I bet you’re going to try to woo me or something too aren’t you. Puh-lease. I’ve heard it all before so save your breath, you’ll need your stamina to jerk that little pee pee of yours anyways. We both know, you want me but you aren’t good enough. So you’re going to have to impress me or amuse me. Oh, I know. My pretty shoes are awfully dirty. Why don’t you put that mouth to work and clean them? I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until the bottoms sparkle! Don’t you dare gag!