"Ingrid's foot slave" -continued from page one

I felt totally humiliated, sitting in a mess of wine and broken glass, giving this girl a foot massage with her other foot resting on my face. I knew no other way to react than by simply continuing to massage the foot I held in my hands. "Good, you don't seem to mind. This way I can get both my feet massaged at same time, much better". She started rubbing her foot over my face, making the smell even stronger as she pushed my nostrils backwards, covering them completely with her toes. "Maybe a bit harder for you to breathe this way, but I think you will cope, right?" I managed to mumble "Mhm" through her toes now covering my mouth. "Be a good boy and lick them for me, will you? I've been aching for this all day." I figured I couldn't sink any lower, and I didn't really care either, because this was turning me on like nothing I had experienced with anyone before.

I started lapping on the reinforced hose around her toes. She let me focus there for a while before she put the now wet toes over my nose, making me lick further down on her sole. I got hair and dust on my tongue, but I was in no position to complain. For a brief, fearful moment I wondered what would happen when we left the basement. After this meeting she would be able to turn me into a grovelling submissive by the snap of her fingers, or toes, perhaps.

After some time, she shifted her feet, lifting one from my hands to my face, and as I didn't grip the other one right away, it fell in my lap, touching my rock hard erection. "Oh! I was getting kind of bored, but I can see you are definitely not!". Again, I was only able to mumle "Mhm" with her foot covering my mouth, but given the situation I probably wouldn't have expressed myself differently even if I had been physically able to. She gave a few gentle kicks to my penis, making me jump a little and cut myself on some new glass. I tried to say "Please stop" through her foot, which came out as unintelligible sounds, and I didn't really want her to stop either, as I was about explode inside my pants.

"What was that?" She removed her foot from my face. "Look at me!" I felt submissive beyond belief as I lifted my gaze from her foot, up her legs and dress and finally up to here eyes. She was totally stunning in her superior, dominant beauty, and she looked down at me like a goddess watching a snail. My cheeks were burning and probably dark red, I was sweating all over. "Did you want to say something?" I couldn't hold her stare, I looked down and said "No". "I said look at me." She slapped my face. I tried to look up again. "Did you not want me to kick your cock?" "No, I.." "You didn't?" Desperate with shame but even more desperate for sexual relief and to please her, I stammered "Anything you want. Just please continue if that's what you want."

"I don't care about your cock. The question is if you want me to kick it". "Well then, yes. Yes please kick my cock". "Alright, just making a big deal out of it, are we? Well, that's okay with me. We can do this properly. Put my shoes back on, I don't want my stockings more wet than they already are." I didn't understand what she had in mind, but I did as I was told. I was a little disappointed to but her shoes back on, but the way her perfect legs stretched after she got her high heels back on almost made me come just from the sight of it.

"Now I want you to turn around a little, stay on your knees and pull down your pants." I hesitated but took them off very quickly as I heard she was about to raise her voice. The pants now lay on the floor around my knees, soaked in red wine. "You can keep you underpants on, I don't want to see your asshole. I just want to see where your tiny cock and balls are, so I can aim as good as possible." She saw that there went a quiver through my body but I didn't say anything. "Aren't you happy with this? Didn't you just say you wanted me to kick you?" "Yes, I did". "Just making a big deal out of it again, are you? Well, stick your ass out, bend your back inwards and put your face to the floor".

Just when I thought the humiliation had reached it's limit, it was taking a big leap forwards. I lay with my face in wine and broken glass, lifting my ass like a slut, waiting for the most sexy woman I had ever met to kick me in the nuts. The slight fear of what would happen had made my penis shrink. She bent down to have a look. "Looks like your losing it. We better get started, don't you think?" "Yes". She kicked me real hard but didn't really hit. It still hurt because of the pointy tip of her shoe. "Oops, I missed. Sorry about that, I will try better this time". She kicked again, this time directly into my sack. I shouted out. She said calmly: "If we are going to do this you have to keep quiet. We don't want to disturb the party upstairs, right? Now, let's try again." She hit right on spot this time too, and I couldn't help to shout.

"This won't work, we have to shut you up somehow. We could use my stockings, but I want to wear them later without your salvia on them. "Take of your shirt and tie." I did like she said. "Now cram your shirt into your mouth, as much of it as possible." I still obeyed, feeling totally low, but she wasn't satisfied. She grabbed the clothing and stuck it into my mouth until I started to choke. The she took my tie and tied it aroud my head to keep the shirt in place. She looked into my eyes. "Okay, face to the floor again, ass up!" She went behid me and began kicking. Sometimes she hit my balls, sometimes my cock or my anus. I was in great pain and continued to shout, but the shirt muffled the noise. As she continued and I got used to it, to the degree that was possible, I started to become erect again.

When I started to focus on it, the image of this beautiful young woman kicking my ass into total submission while I could still feel the scent her feet had left on my face, became so strong I was soon on the brink of orgasm. "I'm getting tired of this" I heard her say. As she had been kicking my rear, I had slid a bit forward, and my head was getting close to the wall in front of me. Suddenly she stopped kicking and rested one foot on top of my ass. Her stiletto heal was right over my asshole. Obviously she was aware of this too, because soon afterwards she stuck the heel into my ass. I screamed out louder than I had before, but still quite muffled. She told me to shut up. She then began moving her leg. For the minimum of pain, I tried to follow her movements. Soon this made me bump my head into the wall. She noticed this, I heard her giggle, and she continued by moving her leg backwards and forwards, making me move like I was being fucked in the ass, which I practically was, my head hitting the wall each time I moved forward.

The humiliation of the situation grew beyond all proportions and soon I had my strongest orgasm ever. As I lost all strength and collapsed she removed her heel from my ass. She stepped over, placing her stilettos right in front of my face. "Clean them." Completely spent and almost in a trance I started to lick the heels and the rest of the shoes. After about ten minutes she was satisfied. She said: "Enough. I think you could need a shower. See you later."

She actually stayed until the party was over. I took a shower and put on new clothes. Seeing she was still there I thought to leave, but was held up in conversation. I almost panicked when she came over, but she just stood there smiling like a good girl with nothing to say. It was still enough for me to lose my speech, but if she had spoken to me I probably would have begun crying.

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