My knees were starting to throb along with my wrists, but I was only faintly aware of that fact. The hard wooden floor was unforgiving beneath me, and it had been days since I'd had any significant amount of sleep or food, but my pains and problems were the furthest thing from my mind.
Her toes brushed my cheek and I trembled, a wave of giddy warmth rushing through my body. I knew better than to let my eyes lift to look upon her, but I could tell she had just come from her bath. The familiar fragrance from beneath her toes mingled with the faintest floral scents, and her skin was still exceptionally warm.
I could hear the faint tapping of her fingertips on glass while her toes continued to explore the contours of my face, slowly growing just a bit more aggressive and forceful as they moved across my nose and lips. I imagined she must have been working through something on her tablet, and my suspicions were confirmed when her toes settled against my forehead and her leg stretched out, the full length of her foot pushing firmly into my face and forcing my head back at an awkward angle. My eyes widened with the surprise of her sudden movement and I couldn't avoid catching a glimpse of her, her exquisite figure barely obscured by a scandalously short satin dressing gown, long silver hair already styled, framing her face with the rest twisted up into a high ponytail, held in place by a single crimson chopstick.
Her intense eyes remained downcast as her fingers danced across a glowing screen, and I quickly shut my own in hopes she wouldn't notice that I'd looked upon her without permission. Besides, her warm, powerful, precious foot covered my entire face and I was more than happy to completely focus on that. Every bit of my instinct and desire pushed me to cover her sole in sensual, submissive kisses and to lap at her lovely heel, but I forced myself to resist. If she wanted to be worshipped, she'd have made her expectations clear.
We suspected that having a girl beneath her feet helped Miss Izanami to relax or somehow helped her think. Either way, she was accustomed to having one, and today I was lucky enough to have my turn. Her foot began to slide forward, her smooth sole rubbing firmly across my forehead and nose and her toes slipping through my hair, and then I heard her shifting just the faintest bit in her seat an instant before I felt the full force of her superior, slender leg pushing her foot down on my skull.
My neck was already at a difficult angle, but my body instinctively resisted for a moment. I gasped and panicked for an instant, thinking something might snap before my already tired arms gave way and I crumbled beneath her foot, ending up awkwardly sprawled on my belly with my head twisted to the side and firmly pinned beneath her heel.
I lay there struggling to collect myself, my breath coming in swift, shallow bursts until I'd settled down somewhat. I didn't expect that she would break me so easily just like that, but I had seen such things from her before. Miss Izanami was equal parts beauty, power and cruelty, and no person in the world surpassed her in any one of those categories. That was why I loved her. That was why I belonged to her.
A little tremendously faint murmur of satisfaction left her lips and every inch of me flushed with pride even as her heel ground painfully down on my jaw. I must have been doing well. That was my only thought as I continued to lay there and she continued to sit above me, her legs crossed and her foot firmly resting on my face, twisting and grinding and smashing down on me whenever the impulse struck her.
By the time she released me, her increasingly hot sole finally peeling away from my cheek and settling to the ground just in front of my face, my vision was blurry and my skull throbbed with a constant, pulsing ache. I tried to stretch my jaw and I wasn't sure I'd be able to speak if I needed to, but when I heard her low, firm, melodic voice above me I was left utterly speechless anyhow.
"I'm ready for my stockings."
My eyes had been fixed to the floor from the moment I'd entered her room, and to her perfect feet from the moment she'd arrived. Only now did I look up and discover a pair of rich, dark stockings neatly folded and laying on the little glass table beside her chair. My heart was already racing at the thought of what she wanted me to do, but in the next instant I noticed the tall black platform suede stilettos sitting alongside the table as well.
For a moment my heart must have stopped. I knew those shoes. I'd seen those shoes and the most terrifying and thrilling thing of all was that I knew what Miss Izanami liked to do with those shoes. I laid there for a moment longer, pulse racing and wide eyes fixed on her imposing, incredible footwear, but that moment ended quickly when the side of her foot flew through the air and smashed into my face, leaving me mewling in sudden agony with my trance and nose simultaneously shattered.
"Now." She only needed a single word to convey her needs and the implications if she were not immediately obeyed. I tasted the warm trickle of my own blood on my lips as I pulled myself back up to my knees, but I didn't dare touch it or brush it away for fear of getting any on Miss Izanami's hosiery. Instead, I reached out with trembling hands, lifted one of the opaque, silken nylons and began to carefully scrunch the velvety material down until it was ready to accept her exceptional foot.
Her toes dangled before me at the end of her crossed leg, and I took a deep breath past my clenched teeth, trying to steady myself as I scooted forward to slip the fabric over her smooth, ivory skin. I was forced to keep my head turned at an awkward angle to be certain that none of the slowly trickling blood from my nose dripped onto her stockings, but through the strain I managed to keep my focus and a steady hand, gracefully guiding the supple fabric along the curves of her slender, powerful calf and over the knee.
I risked a glance upwards as I continued, intensely nervous to be so near to her majestic, milky thighs, but she continued to be all but unaware of my presence, keeping her focus on the tablet in her hands, tapping away at the screen here and there. I somehow managed to stretch the stocking to the very upper reaches of Miss Izanami's thigh despite the shakiness suddenly returning to my hands and immediately drew back, desperately afraid of accidentally brushing her bare skin without permission. I had seen terrible things done to other girls for lesser offenses, and was all too eager to resume a more comfortable and familiar position at her feet.
With the other black stocking in my hands I settled back on my haunches and took another deep breath while scrunching this one like I had the first.
I looked up when I was done, expecting to slip the stocking over her toes just as easily as before, but she hadn't moved a bit and her bare foot was still resting in the floor with her stockinged leg crossed over the knee.
Panic seized me. Sweat beaded on my brow as I dropped to the ground and tried to push the fabric beneath her foot, but it was firmly planted in the floor and I simply couldn't make it work. I didn't want to push too hard for fear of ripping something or causing some sort of disturbance or discomfort.
I struggled for a moment longer, eventually letting out a little wail of frustration and glancing upwards again. This time I was mortified to find that Miss Izanami was glaring right back at me, expressionless and disinterested as ever but shaking her head just enough to truly terrify me.
"Stop," she commanded, and I immediately did.
