Voter Registration

Strange Sensations

Miss leaned back and logged into her account, giddy at the thought of getting so many things she had been eyeing. It was made sweeter by the fact that it would cost her nothing, and sweeter still because the slave at her feet had to lay there helplessly as she spent his money.

Having decided on her first purchase, Miss picked up her crop and tapped Jed's balls to be sure she had his attention. His body tensed and he made an involuntary grunt as the crop made contact. Miss watched as his still throbbing cock jumped up and down.

"Slave, you're going to buy me a pair of Doc Martens. You don't mind, do you?" Her question was punctuated by another series of light slaps on his cock and balls.

She heard a muffled "No, Miss" find its way from inside her shoe, and couldn't help but giggle as she pressed the "place order" button. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.

For Jed, the whole experience was surreal. His vision was consumed by the sight of her sneaker, and he was taking deep breaths of the hot, moist, and musty air inside of it. He had never felt so helpless and submissive. Even the punishment to his cock and balls made him fall deeper into this mindset. If she told him she was going to make a massive donation to the Democratic Party using his credit card, he would likely just moan and breathe more deeply of her foot scent that was lingering in the sweaty shoe covering his nose and mouth.

After browsing for a bit longer, Miss pushed the shoe off of Jed's face and put her still sweaty socked feet in its place over his nose and mouth. She couldn't help but chuckle when Jed moaned with pleasure and began sniffing eagerly. She thought he might hyperventilate if he wasn't careful.

It wasn't long before she had him begging her to buy each item. His hips were thrusting up and down, and his moaning was becoming distracting. She kicked his head and told him to control himself, and watched as he tried to lay still and be quiet. The loud sniffing continued though. She loved the idea of having a man at her disposal who would be willing to give her the moon merely for the opportunity to smell her feet. Usually she had to use much more force to illicit such submission, and she realized it was much more enjoyable when the man was willingly giving himself to her.

She looked over Jed's body. He was a little older than her, 5 years by the birthdate on his license. His muscles were no longer as toned as she guessed they had been when he was in his physical peak, but when he struggled she could see that they were still impressive. He had started to grow a beer belly too. Overall, he was not the type that she would hunt at the club, but she had begun to find herself inexplicably attracted to him.

She quickly tried to shove aside the thought and leaned over to administer a series of crop blows on his cock, balls, and thighs. She watched as he writhed below her. Then she heard him thank her and felt him passionately kissing the soles of her feet. Slightly surprised, she stopped beating him and leaned back enjoying the attention being lavished on her feet. She knew they smelled bad. She had gone out of her way to be sure they did, knowing it would add to his humiliation. He seemed to love the humiliation. In fact, he seemed to thrive on it.

"How do my socks smell, worm?", she asked, genuinely curious if he liked the scent or if he was merely enduring it.

From under her feet, she heard Jed pause his sniffing and kissing long enough to say, "Oh my, Miss, they're wonderful. I want to spend the rest of my days under you".

Any doubt Miss had over his truthfulness was dispelled when she saw a thick rope of precum connecting his cock head to his belly. With each throb of his manhood, the rope stretched to the point of breaking then contracted.

Miss had begun to feel a warmth between her legs, steadily growing until she was now almost panting, and she could feel the wetness soaking into her panties. Her pussy tingled, and nearly ached for attention. When she touched herself briefly, her whole body shivered. She sat her laptop aside and walked across the room on almost rubbery legs. From the closet, she retrieved her favorite toy and then stood over Jed, straddling his head. She stood on one leg and removed her right sock then did the same for the other.

"Open your mouth, piggy", she said huskily, then shoved her socks into Jed's mouth. She told him to keep his mouth closed then kicked off her shorts and panties.

She lowered her wet pussy onto Jed's face and clicked on her vibrator, teasing her clit with the toy. As she did this, she began humping and grinding Jed's face.

Jed moaned and felt tears of frustration roll down the sides of his cheeks. He wanted so badly to taste and please her with his mouth, but he could only smell her. His nose was filled with a combination of her sweat and the unique aroma of her flower. The only thing he could taste was the salty, dirty socks stuffed into his mouth. His nose and lips were being alternately smashed beneath her weight and tickled by the vibrations coming from the toy, now slick with her juices. His cock strained, and he thought he was in danger of losing all control over it.

Miss edged herself over and over, pausing to grab Jed's hair and pull him tight against her when she felt she was about to lose the fight. When each wave of pleasure subsided somewhat, she would carry on humping and grinding, teasing her clit with the toy. When she could take it no longer, she felt her body stiffen. She could feel the walls of her vagina quivering, and a jet of her juices gushed out into Jed's face. She sat there for a while after she orgasmed, grinding when she felt what she called an "aftershock" coming, before finally sitting back on Jed's chest, panting and sighing.

When she caught her breath, she plucked her socks from Jed's mouth. He was panting as well, but didn't look nearly as relaxed as she felt. She held the toy to his mouth and simply said, "Clean this for me", before stuffing it in and pushing his chin up, closing his mouth around it.

As she walked toward her shower on legs she thought might give away with each step, she heard Jed greedily slurping.