It was exceedingly uncomfortable, lying on my back trying to grip her socks with my teeth and pull them from her feet. I was aware that I was wriggling on the carpet like a worm, all dignity shed. It took some time to pull the first one clear but I worked out a system which helped with the second, and I divested her of that smartly. It is all a question of taking incremental steps, not trying to pull too far in one go. My satisfaction that I had accomplished the task was tempered, though, by the fact that I was now lying beneath her bare feet and about to humiliate myself by taking them into my mouth and licking them.
Sue flattened her right foot on my face, resting her heel on my forehead and pressing down, wriggling her toes on top of my mouth. Laughing, she twisted her foot, smearing the sole all over my face. Finally satisfied that she had fully demonstrated her superiority, she lifted her feet and pushed her toes down, sliding them between my lips and into my mouth. I received them unhappily, feeling her long nails rasp against the inside of my lip, and began to suck on them. Stroking with my tongue, I lapped at each toe individually, easing my tongue between each one in turn and sucking hard on it. The cheesy smell filled my nostrils. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but it wasn't terribly edifying either, and I tried to shut it from my mind. Sue tired of my tongue work quite quickly and pulled her foot free, resting it instead on my mouth and forcing me to lick up and down her sole from toes to heel.
"Raise your knees," she told me. "Spread your legs. Let me see your little pussy." I did as I was told, aware of how exposed and vulnerable I must look, spread beneath her like that. "What was the other thing you said you dreamed about? Oh yes, playing with yourself in front of me. Well, little slave girl, let's see you."
I had engineered this situation myself and knew there was no escape. Mechanically, I raised my hand to my bush, resting my thumb on the sparse hair while my fingers sought my lips and began to stroke. I was by no means soaked but, I reflected sadly, I was distinctly damp. Harriet the Slave Girl: such ambivalence, such ambiguity. Odi et amo, indeed.
"Harder," she shouted. "Let's see those fingers inside your hole." She had both feet on my face, smothering me with the clammy, cheesy soles. I slid my fingers in and out at a furious pace, aware that however lewd it may have looked this would never actually have any effect on me: it was an act of humiliation, not of pleasure.
Sue made me cavort in this manner for some minutes, revelling in my obvious discomfiture, before she drew her feet from my face. "Very good, slave girl," she said patronisingly. "Now then, remind me, what was the other thing you said you dreamed about?"
She was toying with me again, making me confess once more to my spurious fantasies. Knowing I had no option but to continue, I played along.
"Lick you," I said.
"Lick me. Indeed. Splendid idea. I've got quite hot watching you squirm beneath me. Take my trousers off, slave girl. You know how. Tell you what, though, I'll make it easy for you, I'll undo the button." She did so, but that still left the zip for me to manouevre, to say nothing of sliding the very tight trousers down her legs. I got to my knees and bobbed towards her, trying not to think about the indignity of being forced to thrust my face towards her crotch.
"God," she laughed. "I can't believe you really get off on this."
I gripped her zip between my teeth and tugged. It took some time before I managed to slide it to its fullest extent, during which I got hotter and hotter, and more and more flustered. Sue's dismissive laughter merely made the situation worse.
And now, as I tried to pull her trousers down, my real problems were beginning. I adopted the same technique that I had used with her socks, pulling them down in gradual steps, gripping the rolls of fabric between my teeth and inching them downwards. Finally I managed to ease them over the hump of her backside and they slid easily to her knees. Grabbing hold of the very end of the legs with my teeth, I pulled them free. Once again, my satisfaction that I had succeeded was tempered by the fact that now I was faced with the prospect of servicing this hideous woman.
"You've done very well, little slave girl. You're all red in the face now. Was that tiring?"
I nodded.
"Never mind, you can take a rest now. Lie down again, on your back, slave girl."
Once more I resumed my prone position and awaited my fate. I didn't have long to wait as Sue swung her leg over me and settled herself on top of me, sliding her panty-clad backside onto my face. With a sigh, she settled heavily on me, pressing herself firmly on my face, and I was instantly smothered.
"Lick!" I heard her say. Tentatively I pressed my tongue out of my mouth and rasped it along her panties. The texture was rough on my sensitive tongue and I knew that any prolonged action would be painful. Equally, I knew that prolonged action was all I had in store. As I licked up and down I discerned the shape of her outer lips and concentrated my attention on the line of her inner lips. Gradually, the moisture from my tongue began to soak the material of her panties and it became easier to lick. As her excitement grew, Sue became wetter as well, and I managed to press my tongue upwards, parting her lips. Sue groaned and leaned back, smothering me anew and flattening my nose with the flesh of her arse. She shuffled forward and pressed down hard, forcing her clitoris into my mouth and I sucked hard on it through her soaked panties. Biting gently, I gripped it between my teeth and sucked it into my mouth, forcing Sue to groan loudly. She tensed and I felt a quiver transmit through her thighs to her feet. Her hands rested on my stomach and she pushed further forward, flattening her position and pressing even harder onto me. I sucked and sucked and sucked until I had no breath left, my tongue rasping up and down her hardened clitoris, and Sue screamed, her nails dragging on the flesh of my belly, raising eight red lines like aeroplane vapour trails. Panting and moaning, she came to a climax, her body shuddering above me, her pussy clamped to my aching but receptive mouth. Finally, she came to a halt and lay on top of me, her breathing heavy.
"Hello darling, did you enjoy that?" I heard her say. I was confused. She couldn't be speaking to me. So who?
"Very much," a man's voice replied. "Who have you got there?"
"Oh this is just my little slave girl. Remember I told you about her? Harriet, meet Ian. He's the reason I was home this afternoon. I said you didn't know how lucky you were. Now you do 3;"
On to next story: Bent over and punished
