I reign resplendently over My naked, collared sl*ve G who kneels, cowering in adoration before Me. Just the thought of the red soles underneath My beautiful shoes is enough to send My boy into subspace, kneeling under them is heaven for such a submissive. The opportunity to worship My shoes comes with a price: that price being the s*ffering that My sl*ve will withstand as I inflict p*in and t*rment upon him.

I am happy that My sub understands this and is desperate to proceed. I order him to kneel up and l*ck My gorgeous, high heeled shoes. The sl*ve moans with desire immediately: the knowledge of what is to come drives My sl*ve, motivating his thoughts, feelings and obedient actions. I recline in comfort as My sub rises and gazes on the shoes that are now at his eye level. Very gently, his tongue makes contact with My shoes, and I watch carefully as one single, tender l*ck is applied by My sub to My shoes.

I order him back down and the s*ffering begins, a l*ck of My whip on his body for each l*ck of My shoes that he is granted. I smile and sl*ve G moans as My first lash h*ts his arse. My feet are now at ninety degrees to sl*ve G’s face, My well-behaved boy works hard to look straight ahead and wait to be called back to them before paying My shoes further loving respect. I order him to continue, and My enthralled sub starts to l*ck once more as I add the second lash, laughing as I enjoy Myself.

For sl*ve G there is no alternative, this is exactly as it should be. I take advantage and insist that he l*cks continuously: this allows Me to apply My leather whip non-stop to his reddening *ss. My sl*ve moans as I strike his *ss frequently, punishing the enjoyment that sl*ve G loves and will not stop voluntarily – such fun for Me!

It is fitting to have sl*ve G worshipping in this way and My whips prevent him from becoming comfortable, or taking anything for granted. I keep reminding My sl*ve of his place at My feet and each lash now causes a physical reaction as he is unable to keep his lips planted on my shoes. Like a dog sl*ve G keeps coming back to the same position and applying his loving respect to My shoes.

I have sl*ve G worship My other foot and I continue to manipulate groans, moans and gasps from his simultaneously blessed, yet wretched, mouth. My sl*ve gets what he deserves; p*in and fulfilment while I love this game, toying with My boy. I instruct him to lie down and, having checked that his *ss is not yet pink enough I begin to apply more enthusiastic lashes. My sl*ve has My shoes to focus upon, I know he will be stretched but, ultimately, he will take the punishment with such rewards to worship and enjoy.

“Take it!!” I order and sl*ve G does with My shoes in his face absorbing his attention just as his *ss absorbs My whip. I find it so satisfying to direct My boy’s actions and to see his responses. I continue to punish with accurate strokes and sl*ve G declares that I am “...pushing...” him, exactly what should be happening. I insist that sl*ve G takes a further six lashes as he cowers by My shoes, and he does this.

My good boys may receive treats, but they pay for them by s*ffering for My amusement. This is natural for My subs, in the world that I control.

L*CKS AND LASHES