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Devil May Care

... responded, before kneeling down. I then crawled into her car, much to her satisfaction. "Kneel at my feet." She instructed me, and I obeyed. The car took off, once again travelling through into that shroud of darkness. "Lets see just how good you are at doing as I tell you to do." She suddenly said, a wry smile appearing on her gorgeous face. "I'll do anything you say." I whimpered. "Shut up. I know you will. I also know you're an arse girl, but you'll have to work your way up to my lovely arse. First I want my feet kissed, so kiss them. Kiss my foot." She ordered and she lifted her leg up, offering her foot to me. "Yes Princess Zee." I replied and leaned down, pressing my lips to the back of her pretty foot, and kissed it. "More. Keep kissing my foot." She ordered. I did as I was told, and kept kissing the back of her bare foot. "Good bitch." She praised. I kept kissing, but was hesitant to kiss the sole of her foot, as it was slightly darkened by dirt and also the trace remnants of ash from the crushed up cigarette she had rubbed out. "Now lick my foot." She ordered. I help the tip of my tongue out, and stroked it against the back of her smooth foot. "Uh uh. Stupid bitch. Lick the bottom of my foot." She corrected me. I paused and looked hesitantly at her dirty foot. "Come on. Lick it. I don't give a shit if you don't want to. You WILL lick it." She sternly told me. I held the tip of my tongue out, and very quickly licked the darkened sole of her foot, trying my best to ...

... avoid the ash on her foot. "That's pathetic. You're pathetic. Show me your tongue." She belittled me with a giggle and then snapped her command at me. I looked up at her sitting on her seat, and poked my tongue out at her for her to see. "You think I want to see just the tip of your tongue? Stupid bitch. Show me your whole tongue. Come on. Open your mouth wide and hold your whole tongue out." She ordered. "Yes Princess Zee." I replied and did exactly as she told me. I held my mouth open with my whole tongue sticking out as much as I could, holding it flat against my chin. "That's better, bitch. Now lick it." She pushed the sole of her foot against the flat wet surface of my tongue. She then stroked my tongue with her sole, moving her foot up and down against my tongue. "Lick it just. Like. This." She punctuated each word with a stroke of her foot. I could taste her sweat and the ash from her cigarette. It was making me feel queasy, but I daren't pull my tongue back into my mouth. I daren't displease her. She stopped moving her foot. "Lick it." She ordered me. I began moving my head up and down against her, rubbing my tongue flat against her sole. "Uh uh. Not like that. Slowly, bitch. Nice and slow." She instructed, and I obliged. I started doing long slow licks of her foot instead. As I licked her, I found myself moving my arms behind my back. My hands wasn't tied behind my back, but they may as well have been. It just felt very natural to kneel infront of her, licking her foot ...