yesterday my Mistress summoned me to fetch Her a glass of water while She continued to work on the intricacies of Her vast online Empire. i quickly dispatched myself to Her kitchen and was back in Her presence with a nice tall glass almost filled to the brim. She took it from my hand quickly, and in doing so spilled it on some of Her work and papers. She moved quickly to put it down, but then spilled and dribbled it down Her long leg into Her pink ed hardy sneakers.
"oh, i didn't realize the glass was so full ... Hmmmmm, all over my papers and now down my leg dripping into my shoe. She bent down to remove Her shoe. Her glistening pink painted toes were torturous reminders of who i was and my "lower than thou" niche in Her amazing world.
"Mmmmmmmm ... all wet ... even filled it. C'mere pet." i eagerly and obediently did as i was told and knelt obsequiously at Her feet.
She removed the waterlogged pink sneaker and dangled it teasingly and precipitously near my face and nose. i could smell the familar and enticing essence of Her warm, sweet smelling, female sneakered feet. the smell of rubber and canvas washed over me and i felt myself melting in one direction and going considerably hard in the next. it was as if i was being rended apart by my overwhelmed senses.
"Open up" She grasped the back of my head and gently tilted it back. as if on cue i complied and opened my mouth. She brought the gossamer sneaker up to my mouth, teased me for a brief second them quickly dumped the contents down my throat!
i closed my eyes and tried to gulp in all of this female power and ambrosia. but, ... i failed ... epicly ... :(. i had not counted on this new taste to be so disarming and so overwhelming to me. i sniffed and smelled the sensual, intoxicating scent of sticky, salty, sweaty female feet. that coupled with the warm sensation of the tepid, warm, mixture washing over my tongue and going down the back of my throat was too much to take in all at once! i gagged ... choked ... and almost spit it out! i did not want to, but the enticing female feet brew was too strong, pure and powerful for my frail male psyche to handle!
my Mistress laughed at me and poked fun. "well, i can see W/we are going to have to work on this one pet." whew! at least She wasn't mad. i hung my head in shame and dishonor. i had always imagined what it would be like to take into me the essence of my Mistress and how wonderous and glorious it would be. and yet, here i had crashed and burned ... not even able to handle the simplest of elixers, produced from Her wonderful, amazing, athletic female feet.
even so, it was also at that moment that the strong realization hit. i had actually taken the physical steps to proceed to a lower more sub human state to please my Mistress. it scared me a bit and jolted me to the core.
"just how low and demeaned would i allow myself to become in Her presence?"
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