i am happy to say that service to my Mistress has become a daily occurrence, and one that is a definite necessity for me. i must say that i look forward to seeing my Mistress daily; doing Her bidding or just being close to her. it has promulgated a true sense of security and serenity for this fish. i am privy to my Mistress' many personalities and moods. She has become a real person in my life and daily i feel that W/we are learning and growing together. i am many times in awe of Her and the way She takes on the world and lives it on Her own terms. i see the strength she exudes and yet at the same time She is sensitive to the needs and wants of those around Her. i enjoy being in Her world and appreciate the opportunity to be an active participant.
Recently, my Mistress and i were working in Her office. Suddenly, She looked playfully at me and pointed to Her sneakered feet. like the obedient pet that i am i immediately took my place under the soles of Her Nikes. She commanded me to lick the bottom of Her sneakers and that i should do so by probing Her soles with the tip of my tongue. i did so with particular relish. i'm not sure, but i think the pleasure showed in my eyes as i felt the serrated hills and valleys with the tip of my tongue. She pressed in a bit harder and a bit further and rested Her foot on top of my mouth. suddenly, Her cell rang and She picked it up. it was Her Mother!! i tried to get up and slide away, but She would not allow me to. She jammed the sole of her sneakered foot down harder onto my face and began to grind the tread with fervor into my unprotected cheeks. it was painful! i moaned just a little and caught a quick glimpse of my Mistresses' eyes. She opened them wide and glared down at me while applying more pressure with Her right sneaker; flattening my head, i felt the instep of Her deep treads pull, tighten and pinch around the sensitive skin of the eye. it was excruciatingly painful and felt like a cheese grinder was shredding the skin of my face. the serrated edges making mincemeat of my countenance. my vision was distorted and i could only grimmace at the smiling face of my Mistress as She continued to talk laugh while at the same time applying a significant amount of leverage that made the bones of my skull painfully readjust to the pressure.
Her treads bit down hard into my face devouring my tender flesh and leaving little blood trails where the impact ripped and tore at the skin. oh how it hurt and stung! She continued to talk to Her Mother as if nothing had happened at all. She laughed and bantered with elements of small talk while crushing down on the hollow of my cheeks with Her lethal feet. i felt Her flex and release the ball of Her foot while simultaneously curling Her toes inside those sneakers. the motion was like that of sawing and i could not move at all with the force she was now applying to my poor flattened head. it felt as if She was going to bear down and rip my head in half. the pain was quite unbearable and i let out a tiny whimper and a gasp. but, at that moment i knew i had crossed the threshold of disobedience.
i can only imagine the conversation.
"What was that sound I just heard", asked Her Mother.
"Oh, that? That was nothing. Just something You heard from the kids playing outside. Nothing at all." replies my Mistress.
They resumed their conversation, but i can tell that my Mistress is ratcheting my torment up to another level. while holding Her cell in one hand, She gingerly reaches down and adjusts my head so it is level with that of the toe of Her right sneaker. She glares down at me again and then jams the toe of Her sneaker forcefully into my mouth, smiling and talking while simultaneously gesturing with Her fingers to Her lips for me to be quiet. i mumble a bit and try to dislodge Her foot, but She only presses it in deeper and locks my hands to my side with Her other foot to stop their interference. i can feel the serrated edges of the sneaker against my tongue. my mouth is lodged wide open as She presses in further forcing my mouth to open more. i can feel the toe of Her foot almost touching the back of my throat and i feel a gag reflex coming on, but am able to stifle it. my eyes narrow and well up with tears as i feel another gag reflex coming on. this time i choke a gag a bit, but this just gives Her more leeway to further torment. the taste of iron fills my mouth. i am now bleeding from Her scrapping the inside of my mouth with Her hard sneakers. She grabs my head and wiggles Her foot to make more room in my overtaxed mouth. the muscles of my jaws are sore and burning. surely, the next movement forward will certainly dislocate it. i try to look pleadingly up into my Mistresses' green eyes. She smiles knowingly, but shakes Her head. i now can feel the toe of Her foot lodged past my tongue and brushing against my larnyx. i feel faint and things start to go dizzy.
then, just as quickly as the torture began, She clicks off Her cell and removes Her size 8 from my mouth. She takes my chin in Her palm looks me directly in the eye and says.
"When I say be quiet pet, that is exactly what I mean and want. Maybe next time You will pay attention, so W/we will not have to repeat this exercise again." She is quite stern with me and it makes me feel worse. how i hate displeasing Her. it is more than i can bear.
i manage to say yes Mistress and massage my almost sprung jaw. She strokes the side of my face and allows me to rest my head comfortably in Her lap.
"now, don't pout ... go get me a glass of water and lets continue working."
She says while reviewing the files on Her laptop. Her voice is calm and soothing to me.
i move quickly to fulfill Her request. W/we both go back to work and it is as if the incident never happened.
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