At Her Boot
Down on all fours like a dog at her boot I played Gina's servile pet and indulged an overpowering craving to humiliate myself before my love. I eagerly struggled to obey her command to suck her boot. I selfishly wallowed in my need.
Gina sat with her legs crossed and cavalierly flicked her boot into my face. Gina snickered at my ineffectual efforts, but there was no cheer in that laugh. Her mood was irate and dark.
She caught my hopeful glance toward her face begging for approval, and her vicious grin transformed into a spiteful, focused frown dictating that I redouble my efforts. Gina flipped the boot at my lips, and I caught the tip in my teeth. With a twisting plunge, Gina drove her sole into my face. I sucked, I slavered and I swallowed dirt. I savored leather and I savored my miserable wretchedness. She laughed.
Suddenly, violently, Gina kicked me away. I rocked back to my knees; my lip was bleeding. The spell of submission wavered, "How can I let myself do this. She is destroying me." Gina's magnetism immediately drew me back, "I can't stop; I need her; I yearn for her dominion. I must be possessed by her."
Gina uncrossed her long leather clad legs. "Suck that blood off your lips; don't get any of it on my boot or the floor. You're not done yet; get down. Put your nose on the floor. You've only cleaned one boot." Gina stretched her leg, pointed her toe, and placed her boot on the floor. "Clean it. Slip your tongue under it; clean off the street dirt. That's good. Push that tongue under there. Show some enthusiasm. You can be so obedient, my boot broken, bitch boy. No, you're not a boy, not even a dog. You're my pet tongue. Eric the slippery tongue animal.
"It's a shame. I can't let my tongue pet grovel in my pussy, it doesn't deserve that treat; it hasn't earned that privilege. Pussy juice seems to bring out the worst in it; it makes it too horny. I don't think honey tongue has even earned the honor of licking my boot, but I suppose I can be a bit permissive since it is at least trying to be obedient.
"Seeing you bent over like that makes my cunt wet, just the way you like it. All this nice pussy juice that you can't have, all this sweet stuff you can't dive into, can't smear over your face, can't slurp up. No, neither of us can get what we want because you can't control yourself. Slut. I let you suck my pussy every day, let you beat off as much as you want, but I guess it wasn't enough for you. It corrupted you, made you excessively horny, turned you into nothing more than a big penis, no a turgid tongue walking around in public in a suit and tie. You acted like beast, and got yourself fired. Bad, bad tongue animal." She kicked me again, then jabbed her foot back into my face.
"But, I suppose your scandalous behavior was partly my fault. I have not managed you properly. I was too permissive, and I mistook you for a man rather than the tongue-beast you really are. Because I liked your tongue fucking so much, I became overly indulgent and let you have too much. Yes, I suppose it was my fault. You're a cunt sucker gone mad. A pussy sucking slut-boy, a tongue-fucking whore whose lustful indecency became so offensive he was fired. Such a pity. Sexually harassing your own secretary, and such a lovely, young and innocent thing—you are disgusting. I am so ashamed that it was partly my fault. I fed you too much pussy. You're an embarrassment. But enough, let's move on, lets see if we can repair the damage, or least find a use for you."
Throughout this tirade, I concentrated on sucking Gina's boot, rapt in a spell of submission. I sucked her boot as if it were her pussy. I cleaned the dirt off with my tongue, carefully licking each fold and crevice of her boot, while her recriminations struck me like a whip. "Yes I am an embarrassment. Yes, I am disgusting. Clean Gina's boot. Use your mouth tongue-slave. Make amends; be her thing. You can't let her leave; you can't let her throw you away; you can't live without her."
My sick reverie broke when Gina pulled her boot back, placed the sole in the middle of my face, and shoved me back. I reared up to my knees to focus on Gina's scolding lecture. She leaned in toward me with an elbow her knee, loathing in her eyes and a sneer in her voice.
"You're detestable. I don't know why I bother with you at all, except that it would be irresponsible to let a beast like you free in the world. But maybe you can be reformed. I think I can do it; I think I can get beyond what you've done, and perhaps not exactly forgive, but move on. However, you must change, and change isn't easy, especially for a self-indulgent oral slut like you. But enough anger. See, I can control my emotions, my anger, and I will teach you the same self-control. Or maybe I should say I will force you submit to my control, the control I will impose upon your filthy obsessions. But you must agree. I want to reform you, to make you into a better thing, but you must make a commitment to change."
