Little taste of Heaven

You filthy street bum, get on your knees. Right now.

The dominant goddess stands over you in her shiny black patent leather boots. The heels are high, the shafts rise above your knees, and the soles are caked with dirt, dust, and street grime.

"Tongue out, you worthless piece of bumb ."

You lick. First the sole—slowly, from toe to heel. You taste the dirt, the asphalt, the stale urine, and everything else she stepped in today. Then the heels. You take the heel deep into your mouth and clean it thoroughly with your tongue, while she presses down on the back of your neck with her other boot.

She laughs softly and presses her foot harder against your head. "Cleaner, bum. I want my boots mirror-shiny. Every single inch. With that filthy tongue of yours."

You keep licking. The shafts, the buckles, the seams. Your face is already smeared with grime, your cock is dripping with arousal, and she push you lower and lower until your nose is wedged between the heels and you breathe in nothing but the scent of leather and sweat.

If you aren't thorough enough, she gives your face a light kick. "Again. From the top. And do it right this time, you street dog."