Foreword
Brent Miller bent in his bra and panties before the hot bitch who held a thin bamboo cane in her hand. She tapped it smartly against the supple black leather of her boot as he licked the tips of her footwear, feeling her toes flexing beneath the waxed, shiny surface that he was licking. His cock was hard against his red silk panties, and he longed to feel it. 'Does my little worm like to lick his mistress' boots? Lick them harder you little shit, lick them harder, or the whipping that I am about to give you will leave you so sore that you will not be able to sit down for a week."
He licked furiously then, moaning with hot desire in the back of his throat, smelling the leather and the polish, kissing her booted toes. She raised her boots, one by one, so that he could lick on their heels. She felt her cunt getting hot from watching the servitude that she was exacting from her slave.
He was hot from the feel of the panties against his hard dick, and it was dripping now, he juices leaking faster and faster from its tip. He hoped that after she had whipped him she would let him masturbate for him, coming onto her toes, and then he knew that he would lick them clean, abasing himself before her. The straps of his bra were tight across his back, and she reached down and snapped them against his skin, laughing as he winced with pain when she did that? The air of the room was very still, and was getting full of the smell Sofie's cunt.