tasting the essence of Her sneakered feet

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?"

the hula hoop

recently following a meeting, my Mistress and i went into Walmart to try to see if W/we could find some inner tubes to fix a flat on Her mountain bike. W/we were sidetracked though by a tempting display of hula hoops. She informed me that She had done some hula hooping in the past and that it was fun and probably good excercise. After finding a color that She particularly liked ... "a pink and blue rage design" .. She looked at me and said,
"Hmmm... I wonder if I can still do it?" She had me fetch the hoop down for Her. then gingerly,
she lifted the hoop and brought it up to Her lithesome waist and then began to slowly swivel Her hips from side to side. it was hypnotic. i watched in amazement as the hoop took on a new life of its own. it followed wherever my Mistress moved Her hips. it was truly an amazing sight. and i found myself gulping hard watching the congruent display of Her athleticism and skill. Her hair got in the way once, so She lifted it up a bit higher as She continued to gyrate through the sporting goods section unaware of the male audience that She was seemingly now drawing.

or was She?

i watched with interest as the section of male gawkers and onlookers seem to grow with every rotation, swivel and twist of Her hips. what was interesting was how She drew them in with something so simple and innocent as hula hooping. janitors, stock boys, and clerks all of a sudden seemed to have some type of job or duty in this section of the store. a janitor went by Her with his push broom as She continued to hula, a young blond haired male clerk almost dropped the sales signs he was posting when he saw Her. they seemed to be like flies drawn to Her as honey. some stayed back in the distant and chose a more subtle approach of leering and viewing. others brushed right past Her hoping to perhaps get a closer perspective of this titilating process.

my Mistress seemed to take this all in stride. She feigned innocence and said.
"wow, i seem to be drawing quite the crowd. i wonder why?" She smiled, and giggled mischieviously. then raising Her eyebrows and smirking at me, She said. "Now who would of known this would happen?"

suddenly, i noticed Her dominance take on a more pronounced air. the janitor who had brushed by Her two or three times now and was starting his 5th or sixth passby stopped in the bikes section to shuffle a bit and leer. She abruptly turned to face towards him and then in a musky, take charge tone said."How Ya doing?"

what i noticed was that the tone that She used was although seemingly friendly, it was the exact same tone used during O/our sessions when She wanted to humiliate and thoroughly emasculate me after roughing me up a bit. it came usually after a well placed blow or penetrating punch either to my head or a hard kick in the balls. it wasn't mean't to comfort, but rather to be used as a form of razzing and harassment. She knew perfectly well how i was doing and that She had the ability to totally destroy me with the least bit of effort on Her part.

this teasing, aggressive thrust and parry approach of Hers went on for a few more minutes. the hoop gathered momentum as it brushed against the seam of her incredibly tight t shirt. the word "clutch" printed provacatively across Her chest seemed to stretch, and heave as Her abs tightened and loosened and directed the hoop to follow the sensual curvature of Her abdomen.

however, all good things must come to an end and much to the chagrin of Her gathered male audience my Mistress suddenly stopped. we took the hoop and headed for the checkout. $5.78 seemed a small price to pay for my Mistresses' physical health and enjoyment. i happily pulled out my wallet and paid for the hoop.

my Mistress now hula hoops daily and i'm sure that the physical benefits of having a stronger, leaner and tighter set of abs will enable Her to crush and imobilize me with greater speed and efficiency.