1. Lunch for my slave


    Date: 2/17/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: shoechristina, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    wonder if he was in some way jealous ? If so, what a missed opportunity for him – I would have really enjoyed humiliating two at once !). Replacing my heels on the ground, I wiped my shoe sole on the still impaled bun. ‘Fetch’. Slave stood up and had to kneel down in order to try a retrieve the impaled burger. Naturally, I didn’t make it particularly easy as it was firmly under my shoes. ‘Please Madam’ slave implored quietly. ‘Speak up slave, I can’t hear you’. ‘Please Madam, may Your slave remove the food from Your Shoes’ Slowly I lifted my shoe toe, (it must have seemed ages for my slave, kneeling under the table), so it could carefully slide the burger off my heel. Slave placed the now cold, soggy burger on the bare table. Sitting down again, I watched my slave staring at it, with the heel hole neatly pierce through the middle. I picked up the paper cup and knocked the remaining fries onto the floor with my elbow. I got up and trod on them as I moved across to sit opposite my slave. Just pointing my gloved to the trodden mess I ordered slave to ‘get’. I placed the sharp heels of my shoes onto slave’s trainers, grinding and digging them until ...
    my slave started to squirm in pain. In front of my slave was a pile of trodden French fries, a soggy burger and a cup half full of my delicious liquid. ‘Time for lunch slave’ I said. I watched as my slave licked and sucked and chewed the mutilated food and drank the contents of the paper cup, all the time pressing my sharp heels onto the top of its feet. Slave was nearly crying by the time it had finished. I smiled; I’m really enjoying this I thought to myself. I got up, making sure my heels gave one last dig. ‘Follow’ I walked back to my car with my slave dutifully following behind. Slave opened the car door, I sat with my shoes outside on the ground. Again I merely pointed to them. My slave knelt down and kissed each shoe toe in turn. ‘Not good enough slave’, I said, ‘the heels and soles need cleaning. I was delighted to hear another soft groan as my slave set about the task. When I was at last satisfied, I kicked it out of the way to shut the door. Lowering the window before driving off I said, ‘nice coffee, must do this again soon’. Through the mirror, I could see my slave getting to its feet. ‘Oh yes, I said aloud, really must do this again’ !
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