Let your tongue dance, slave!

I sit across from you in my gleaming silver latex dress, my long legs crossed. My perfect feet, clad in high heels, are right in front of your face.
In a stern, sensual voice, I command you:
"Make your tongue dance, slave."
I offer you my feet, pressing the soles of my shoes against your tongue and making you lick every single millimeter—slowly, deeply, and submissively. You may suck on my heel, kiss the soles, lick along my instep, and lose yourself completely in worshipping my feet and shoes.
I constantly shift positions—sometimes pressing the entire shoe into your face, other times the tip of the heel into your mouth—demanding that you lick even more greedily and submissively.
"Deeper, you horny tongue-whore. Show me just how much you worship my feet."