1. How to train your fratboy (Ch 8)


    Date: 11/11/2017, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Female Domination, Foot or shoe fetish, Girls domination, Humiliation, Mind Control, Teen, Slavery, Author: Fapworthy Diction, Source: sexstories.com

    Sir watched Brad bemusedly in the mirror as he clumsily hobbled around on his chin and knees behind her. The overturned plate of her breakfast leavings having been licked clean, Brad himself was now in ignominious pursuit of her half-eaten piece of toast. His hard-on swung shamefully this way and that as he finally cornered it, spreading his sore knees apart widely to reach it with his arms secured behind his back -- raising and exposing his battered behind lewdly in order to delicately work the bite of discarded bread into his mouth with his lips and tongue. He was coming along excellently, Sir mused. Way ahead of schedule. She could afford to take her time today, and give the poor thing some honey to go with all that vinegar. "Do you like my shoes Bradley?" she asked, pondering herself in the mirror. Too sore to attempt to raise his head just yet, Brad rested his cheek on the floor and looked over at Sir's shiny black high-heels thoughtfully. His first impulse was to compliment his mistress, but seeing how obviously the shoes clashed with her tattered blue-jeans, he suspected it might be a test. "Your piggy doesn't know much about shoes" he began cautiously "Well, we'll have to fix that won't we." she looked disapprovingly over her shoulder at him, "Our Piggy needs to have a good fashion aesthetic if he's going to help his mistress don't you think? But go on and give me your uneducated opinion anyway. What does your gut tell you? Should I go out like this?" "They are very ...
    nice Sir, but they don't seem to go with your pants." he confided. "My sisters call them my fuck-me shoes" she turned back toward the mirror, "but oh, how I adore them. They're my favorite pair, and also my most expensive by far." she turned them this way and that, admiring them in the mirror before walking over to him and placing the stiletto heel of her right shoe a half-inch from his nose. "Do they make you want to fuck me Bradly?" she asked sumptuously. "Everything about you makes your piggy want to fuck you Sir" He sighed in confession. "Well in that case I supposed I won't be needing them today will I?" she smiled down at him, pleased. "And you're right, they're far too formal for these jeans. Huh, look at that. Over in this light, I'm noticing that there are a few spots on the front of this one." she angled the shiny squared-tip of it toward his nose. "Do you see those spots right there?" Brad blinked in mild shock, looking up at her incredulously. She was going to make him lick her expensive fuck-me shoes, he realized. His neck and scalp erupted in gooseflesh at the realization, unable to fully believe it; The Sigma-Nu chapter president was about to lick a sorority girl's shoes clean. She smiled down at him darkly, seeing the comprehension in his eyes. "mmm, busted." she purred lustily, bringing a finger to her lips, "You know what I'm about to tell you to do, don't you Bradley?" she asked, running the tip of the shoe along the line of his chin. "uh. Yeah. -yes. Yes ...
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