She ordered me to fold Her blanket, and to sit still. i still get this tinge up and down my spine when She issues a command. i'm not sure if it will ever fade away. i did as i was told and sat down unaware as to where the events of the evening would take me.
i do not know if She reads my blog faithfully, but when i sat on the floor, there nestled under the end table was a menacing and convincing pair of Her black, bad assed boots; just like i had mentioned and written about earlier in my previous post.
could it be that She read my post, and then decided to have a bit of fun with my reactions by placing Her awesome boots there? maybe, a secret reward of some type for my years of faithful service? perhaps this is a cruel joke just to tease me, because She knows the awful foot fetish i have about Her feet; particularly with Her sneakers as i have posted before. maybe, i should just eat shit and die. this could all be just my mind diving off the diving board into the deep end of the pool where i will suffocate and drown. a bit melodramatic, but it could be i'm just putting more into this, than is really there. yes, the recent cold, storm and snow. She had to of needed to wear something that was warmer and a bit more insulated than Her Nike tennis shoes. ok ..... ok ..... so yes, that is probably it. but, why is my mind telling me that it could be something more? why? ... why ...? why? ... my mind began to wander, and soon i was, but knew i was not .... i decided to go with the flow of it ... and see where it lead me.
i lost my seat on Her couch, because i had to get up to take a piss. but, it was ok, i sat with my back brushing against the back of Her combat beauties. i imagined what they smelled like, and snuck my hand in the back to feel the thick hard rubber heel and sole. i continued to think about how it would feel to have Her step on my face with those clomping, clobbering boots. scuffing my face until it was red, scratched and bloody. digging Her heels hard into the caves of my cheeks and flattening my nose ever so lightly, so as to make it ridiculously puffy and huge. grinding and bearing down on my forehead with the weight of Her upperbody and thigh. experiencing the ever building pressure, much like that of a grape which is about to implode then explode...
when it is over, She lifts Her heavy chunky sole off my face, and grins ear to ear with a sense of malevolent satisfaction. there is a characteristic sucking sound as She pulls the treads out of the recesses of my flesh; for they have sunk in deep.
She laughs in derision at the visage of my palid, yet bloodied appearance.
"Hmmmm ... Feeling a bit run over?"
"your face looks like the tread of one of my tires."
sadly, time will not allow me to continue within this fantasy. it is becoming ever later and i must make my way back. the long trek ahead of me reorients me to the vanilla world i am chained and shackled to.
i hug my Mistress, say goodnight, and scrunch down the fantasy deeper into the recesses of that vapor which aches to be once again allowed to be free.
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