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The Stuff of Dreams

Miss watched Jed as he groveled before her. She reveled in the feelings of power flooding her senses as he stretched and contorted to reach her shoe while she held his leash down with her foot.

"That's enough", she said, pulling her foot away. "Get on your back."

She watched as he obeyed, and noticed his cock was so hard it looked like its  inside might tear through its  own skin. When he tried to cover himself, she gave a strong tug on the strap around his neck.

"None of that. You will remain vulnerable to me. No part of you is off-limits to me." She placed the sole of her sneakered foot onto his face, and said, "I own you."

She watched Jed squirm as his cock throbbed and bobbed against his stomach, and she heard a muffled squeak of pleasure come from under her shoe.

She lifted her shoe from his face and then stepped down lightly on his throat, her pussy tingling at the idea of being able to crush the life out of him if she desired.

"Who owns you?", she asked.

"You do", Jed said hoarsely.

Miss pressed down a bit more on Jed's throat. "WHO owns you, maggot?"

"You do, Miss", Jed was able to gasp out.

Miss smiled, and stepping off of Jed's throat, began fastening his shackled hands to a ring in the baseboard. Then she went to the closet that had become Jed's lonely cell and retrieved a spreader bar. She fastened each end of the bar to Jed's ankles and stood looking over his bound, naked, and helpless form.

"Look at you, so compliant and helpless", Miss said as she stepped over the spreader bar and stood between Jed's legs. She placed her sneaker toe on his turgid cock, and pressed down just below its sensitive head. She smiled then dragged the toe over the stretched skin and down towards his balls. The rubber of her sneaker sole pulled the skin painfully as it made its way down his shaft. When she reached his testicles, she paused and pressed them down into the floor under her sole, causing Jed to suck air through his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut in anticipation of the pain to come. Instead, she lifted her foot off of his exposed balls. She watched the tension in his muscles subside, and when he opened his eyes she spoke.

"Look at me. Look at my face, my smile, my eyes."

When she was sure that she held his gaze, she drew back her right foot and launched it cruelly forward into his unprotected jewels. She laughed as he writhed and groaned below her.

"Keep looking at my eyes!", she commanded. When he was able to do so, she kicked him again.

"Thank me, slave!", she shouted over his moans. "Look me in the eyes and thank me for my attention."

Jed struggled to control his breathing as wave after wave of sickening dull pain spread from his groin to his stomach. He tried to focus on her face through the tears in his eyes, and finally managed a throaty "Thank you for your attention, Miss."

"Very good. Are you thirsty, redneck?"

Jed nodded.

Miss moved to straddle Jed's stomach, and bent over with her face just inches above his. She could feel his labored breaths. Smiling, she told him to open his mouth. She stayed there, hands on her knees, looking down at his eager face, and said, "You know what's coming? Do you want a taste of my spit again?"

Jed moaned and emphatically nodded his head, keeping his mouth open to receive her gift.

Miss laughed. "What a little slut you are." She sniffed hard and then pursed her lips. A thick string of saliva hung briefly from her mouth before it broke free and landed on Jed's tongue with a satisfying splat.

"Swallow and thank me, worm."

Jed greedily swallowed, hoping for more. "Thank you, Miss."

Still bent over looking down at Jed's face, Miss roughly squeezed it and then slapped it forcefully. She stood up, pausing long enough to lightly kick his cock and laugh, then walked away without a word.

Presently, Miss returned carrying a folding camp chair, her laptop, and Jed's wallet. She placed the chair next to Jed's head and crossed the room to fetch her riding crop from where she had left it.

Sitting down in the chair, she stretched her legs out over Jed and pried one of her sneakers off, letting it fall painfully onto Jed's face and roll onto the floor. The other shoe she sat down on Jed's chest. Stretching her legs again, she playfully kicked her socked feet, now free from their hot confines, up and down over Jed's face.

"Ahhh it feels wonderful to get those shoes off my sweaty feet." With her feet still hovering over Jed's face, she flexed and scrunched her toes.

Jed had waited his whole life  for something like this to happen. He couldn't wait to feel her sweaty, socked feet on his face as she used him as her footstool. Now that it was happening, the only thing that told him he wasn't in his bed dreaming was the aching in his balls.

Miss put her feet on the floor and plucked her workout sneaker from Jed's chest. She turned it over, and placed it on Jed's face so that the entirety of his olfactory sense would be consumed by the scent of her sweaty shoe. When she was happy with the shoe's position, she crossed her legs at the ankles, and plopped her feet nonchalantly on top of it.

"Now, I'm going to do a little shopping," she said while waving Jed's wallet in front of her. "Oh, I guess you can't see well, but I'll give you a hint. You're buying."