My red stiletto heels are completely ravishing. My sweet, submissive slave adores my red shoes. I decided NOT to wear the red shoes for our lovely lunch date that he invited me to because I was still punishing him for his mishap. He needed to earn the right to the red shoes again.
After a nice conversation and meal and just a teeny bit of naughtiness in the restaurant (putting my leg on top of his & letting him place his hand on my stockinged leg while four uppity women, you know, the type who have probably never been fucked in the ass in their entire life, bake apple pies for their husbands, have squeaky clean perfect hair & make up, (I mean how the fuck do they get their hair so straight like that, anyways) kept glancing over at us, shocked by the brazenness and “indecency” of our behaviour (it wasn’t indecent at all….it was hot…but I am sure in their vanilla, never-been-fucked-in-the-ass kind of world it most definitely was). Them watching made what I was doing that much more sweeter. I was so turned on by their discomfort. Such an unruly, exhibitionist, I am. My slave had no idea that all of this was going on in my head as I had him try to zip up my dress (the zipper was, indeed, stuck) and stroke my leg under the table.
He walked me to my car. I was parked in the parking garage. We took the elevator up. Once the elevator door closed I gave him this directive: get down on your knees and worship my shoes. (while we were eating lunch, he had hinted to the fact that he had secretly hoped I had worn the red shoes. He had no idea that I purposefully did NOT wear those shoes as part of his ongoing punishment. He still needed to repent a bit more before I would succumb to wear them again). Sweet, submissive slave dutifully bowed down before me and began to worship my shoes. He began softly and sweetly kissing all around my shoes and up my leg, around my ankle. “Lick the bottom of my shoe” I barked at him. He, of course, did as he was told as any good slave would do. “Make out with my shoe” He eyed. “Now….suck the heel like you are sucking a big, huge cock That’s right. Slide it in and out. That’s a good boy” The elevator door opened. He walked me to my car. “Get down on your knees and worship my shoes again before I leave” Such an obedient slave. On his way to the reclaiming of the red shoes.