Ms. Smyth

"Crawl over here and lie in front of me" said Smyth, the regal 22 yr old girl who always got her way. "Yes thats it, I must have someone to lick my boots clean so it might as well be you!" she belts while placeing her knee high flat soled black riding boots on your chest. Then she crosses her legs so that the sole of her right boot is about 6 inches away from your face. "I bet its hard to get around with your hands tied behind your back like that, but don't worry, you wont be going anywhere for a while." As she is speaking you cannot help but stare at the booted sole hovering above your face, swaying back and forth as the beatiful Smyth casually rocks her foot. Your mind begins to think of all the places it would rather be but since you submitted to this exquisit young dominatrix and confessed your secret desires to her your life has never been the same. Who would of thought that this young sweet girl could be so cruel, you wish you had never told her that you would do anything, suffer any consiqunces, just to be permitted to worship her feet. But now it is to late, and since you are always in so form of restaint there is nothing you can do now but fulfill her every desire.

"Wake up down there! says Smyth while kicking on your chest one time. Your eyes quickley catch hers peering at you. "Now slave I want you to lick my boots clean and I mean CLEAN! I want to see them gleaming with your spit, now start at the soles." You must lift your head up as high as it will go and stick out your tounge all the way just to make contact with her dirty sole. Smyth smiles at your discomfort and cocks her foot toes up so that all you can reach is the heel. "Lick that heel clean slave" she casually says while lighting up a cigerette. Meanwhile your neck is tiring from holding your head up and finally you must return it to the ground to rest. "I did not say you could stop!" belted Smyth then shifted in her chair so that both boots were now firmly planted on your face. "Stick out your tounge as far as you can. I will clean them myself since you cant handle it!" she snapped with an angered look on her face. You comply sticking your tounge way out as she proceeds to wipe her soles on it. You can feel the grit and taste the dirt as she spends about 5 minutes on each one, telling you to swallow from time to time and to recoat your tounge with fresh spit. "Yes, thats it, clean it all off." After she is satisfied she removes her boots and orders you to your knees to complete the job. It is difficult for you tp get up with your hands bound behind your back but finally you manage. Smyth now has her boots side by on and the floor and as you look at her she simply points a finger in their direction. "Lick them slave" is all she says. Your body bends down and your tounge touches the toe of her boot. It glides all around and up to the top. You kiss it lightly as you know she enjoys this. "Enough!" Smyth suddenly charms in and slighty startels you as you are into your boot worship. "My feet are hot in these boots, I need to have you worship them. I need you to smell them and taste them for me but not with that nasty dirty mouth." As she finished speaking, she walked into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a washcloth. She pours a little water on the cloth and begans to clean off your face. "I cant trust you to clean it properly, she begins while roughly wiping the dirt off, so I will do it myself." When she is finished she holds the half full glass up to your mouth. "Take some water into your mouth, swish it around real good and then swallow it. Can't have any grim from your mouth on my precious feet now can we." She smiles at you slighty as the water goes down your throat. "Now lay back down in front of my chair, I will be back when I'm ready." And with that Smyth left the room.

After only a few moments Smyth returns to the room. She walks over to you and comes directly behind your head. She stands so that both ankles are locked tightly around your head, then she lifts one foot and pulls her boot off. That foot goes back beside your head and the boot she now places over your mouth and nose. "Breath that stinky boot smell slave." You try to turn away but she has your head quite immoble in between her ankles. It is intoxicating to you. Here you are bound and held helpless by this 22 yr old girl and you are takeing your breaths from her hot boot. Suddenly she pulls her other boot off and is standing on your chest in her socked feet. You can feel her sweaty socks on your bare chest as she complains about how hot the boots are. Then she walks up high on your chest, right near your throat and places a foot on your upturned face. "Smell that! Does it smell good?" Smyth laughs at your prediciment. Her small litle size 6 sure had an aroma to it. "Breath it in slave, breath it in." You take deep breaths as comanded and fall deeper under her control. "Lick it too slave, lick my sock" Smyth pushes her foot into your mouth and rubs in all over your tounge. Finally she steps off of you and sits in her chair which you are conviently lying in front of and places both feet back on your face. "I think i will just watch a little TV while you lick and smell my socks." And such is your life since the day you confessed your desires to the lovely Smyth!

Paulzy