around all night, and my feet are so sore. They ache." She gently placed the bottom of one of her heels square in the center of your forehead. "Are you gonna help me out?" Unable to raise your head to look at her, you nevertheless answered clearly in the affirmative. "Yes, ma'am, I will."
Standing beside you, watching my little foot fetish fantasy unfold and idly groping your ass, I watched Sasha's visage become darker and more dominant, the picture of a powerful and sadistic mistress. She raised her leg from your forehead and angled her foot just below your mouth. "Undo my shoe." There was no playfulness in her tone. I watched the back of your head as you struggled to undo the complex buckles of her heel with your teeth. Members of our audience, milling about with drinks and idle chatter, laughed at your efforts. Sasha allowed you to struggle for about a minute, relishing how helpless you were and how futile the task she had set for you was. Finally, she let out a comically exasperated sigh and undid her own shoe, leaning in to chastise you.
"I asked you to help me out, didn't I? Don't you want to make my aching feet feel better?"
"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am!" You are, by now, very used to the feeling of apologizing for failing to complete impossible tasks.
"Can't you complete simple tasks? I only asked you to take my shoe off."
"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I'm trying-"
"Call me mistress. You really are a stupid little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress, I am!" You love degradation.
"Say it. Tell all these people, in fact. Say it to everyone!" She takes your hair in her hand and turns your head toward our very amused audience.
Having no choice, you speak, addressing the room at large. "I....I'm a stupid slut, everyone!"
Your declaration is met with jeers and laughter. Some people stepped forward to slap your ass and thighs. Working my hand between your legs, into your exposed pussy, I can feel you getting significantly wet.
Sasha slapped your cheek to bring your attention back to her. "Good girl. Now. My feet still ache. Maybe you'll be useful for something after all, slut." Deftly undoing her other shoe, she placed her feet next to each other and raised them up. Her soles were white, creamy and, to my estimation, slightly larger than average. The curve of her insole is whiter than the pink outer region and her toes descend in length, Egyptian style. She parted them slightly, to look you in the eyes as she issued her next command. "Lick my feet."
Your tongue extended once more, and she lowered her soles to your face. I moved closer to watch you run your tongue up and down her soles. She pressed her right foot into your face, using her left to hook around your neck and draw you closer.
"Do you like my feet?" She slid her foot down to rest the ball of her foot over your mouth, with her toes just under your nose. Her nails were painted a stylish black.
You nodded in response, and she tutted at you and forced her foot into your mouth. "Suck my toes. You'll learn in time to be more enthusiastic, little girl." Driven by instinct now, you closed your eyes and sucked dutifully. Sasha glanced at me, now kneeling beside you to observe, and inquisitively offered me her other foot. I accepted graciously and pressed her sole to my face. Sasha leans back, relishing the power. She wiggled her toes into my mouth now. "Between my toes," she directed us both, and we complied.
Her feet felt as soft as they looked. After only a few seconds of both of us sucking her toes, she lowered a dainty hand to her pussy and started masturbating. Slowly at first, then furiously, directing us to suck, bite, lick her feet with more and more rigor. The crowd cheered as she came.
Sighing with pleasure, Sasha leaned back in her chair as I thoughtfully wiped her feet with a towel presented by an attendant. You looked at her with an expression that was almost hungry. I turned your face to mine and kissed you deeply. Our tongues swirled, and we shared the taste of Sasha's feet.
I pulled back. "Good girl." Standing, I nodded at Sasha, signaling an end to her break. She turned back on and knelt in front of you, taking your face in her hands. I circled you and spread your beautiful red ass wide. Lovingly, I tongued your asshole, pushing as deep as I can go.
"You like it when your Master tongues your ass, huh?" Sasha cooed at you, gently squeezing your face in her hand, forcing your lips into a pucker and rendering you incapable of speech. "Mm-hmm!" Your enthusiastic nodding reverberated through your body to where I am connected to your asshole and shook my head a little.
"You've been very good, huh? You were a very good girl for that spanking!"
"Mmmm...."
"Your cute little ass is so red, isn't it?"
"Mm-hmm! Mmm..."
"And you have such a pretty face, too..." You tried to force a "thank you" through your trapped lips.
"You know what I want to do with this pretty face?" She wiggled her hand, momentarily turning you into a bobblehead. You looked up at her in tempered excitement. She leaned in so that your noses were almost touching, and whispered. "I want to smother it with my ass."
Turning, Sasha presented you with her immaculate, heart-shaped ass. This elicits cheers of approval from excited onlookers. She then slowly, sensuously, pressed her ass into your waiting face.
I can hear and feel you moaning into Sasha's ass. Squeezing your asscheeks together one final time, I withdrew my face from your ass. There's a small *pop* as my lips and your hole part. I'm delighted to see you with your face buried in her lovely ass, licking as eagerly as you can. Sasha, for her part, was overjoyed.
"Yyyyyesss! Use that tongue...slut!" She was almost breathless as she pushed the back of your head with her hand, guiding you even deeper into her backside. "Lick my asshole, that's a good little girl..." I resumed playing idly with your clit, and I watched Sasha begin to bounce her ass on your face in her quest to get your tongue as deep into her asshole as possible. "Ohhhhh...." She throws her head back and gyrates her hips, making your head sway. "...good girl."
Satisfied, I turned to address the crowd. "This pig slut needs breeding. Any volunteers?" Out of the crowd, a nude man materialized, leading a female slave on a leash. Master James. He thrust his hand up, flashed a grin at me, and confidently proclaimed, "I volunteer!" His cock is conveniently already hard, and of a suitable length and girth for you. He will do nicely, I think to myself. I nod and motion him forward. He handed his leashed slave to a crowd member, who pulled it over their lap for a casual spanking. As he stepped up, I spoke into his ear.
"Don't be gentle. I want her well fucked tonight." His eyes swiveled to meet mine. I saw his playful demeanor replaced by a primal lust. His grin changed, more predatory than playful now, and he nodded his understanding. Your former disciplinarian takes his position behind you, and I move to meet Sasha at the front.
I knelt in front of you. Behind me, Sasha has arranged for a platform to be brought for the both of us. She tapped my shoulder and handed me a ballgag, something I asked her for earlier. Without turning, I took it and wordlessly gagged you with it, tightening the strap well enough that you can do nothing with your mouth but drool. Slowly,
