The smooth soles of a new pair of high heeled suede shoes, not yet worn on anything other than plush carpets… He notices how the leather sole feels cold against his skin; smooth and untouched by anything other than his precious Princess. The chill of the leather ran up his spine as he knelt in front of her. While she was dressed in a sharp, form fitting two piece suit of the most luxurious silk, he wore nothing other than a painful erection, brought on by the sight and sensations of Her shoe touching the skin of his inner thigh.
At this point, his mind (clouded by the shots of straight vodka she’d convinced him to consume in a very short period of time) could only perceive two complete thoughts. Forming a complete sentence was growing more difficult with every shot glass full that she coaxed him into downing… but he could still keep these two thoughts clearly in the forefront of his mind… 1) No matter what happens, he’s GOT to refrain from allowing anything from ruining her suede shoes… can’t spill the vodka, can’t drool, and definitely can’t cum or leak that damned pre-cum on her shoes, and 2) She has no intention of allowing, or giving him permission to cum.
Overall, the submissive foot slave really only needed to concentrate on one thing, the fact that his Princess would not be happy with him if he was too weak to do exactly as she said. The last thing on earth this submissive male wanted was to make his Princess unhappy. He was determined to prove that providing Her pleasure was his purpose in life, his reason for waking up in the morning, and his motivation for succeeding in his career so that he could serve his Princess in every way she would allow him to. Serving Her, and providing for Her pleasures, whatever they may be… had become his core purpose.
Did you enjoy my lil tale of forced intoxication, foot fetish and orgasm denial? The caller lucky enough to experience it over my phone lines the other night sure did! Who’s next? LOL





















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