"Taylor! Over here!" Cameras flashed on this generation's most iconic duo - Taylor Swift and her boyfriend, Travis Kelce. The focus was on Taylor, and he knew it, stepping back from her so she could be shot from many angles by the press.

"Tay-Tay!" Another one screamed as she turned. Gone was the normally sweet and innocent allure of the Princess of music; a hello to the dark and sultry Queen. Time had aged her well.

Boots clicked as she started down the carpet, giving only a small hand signal to her pet, Travis, to bring him back to her side. The command was for him to walk with her, and she tested it by strutting in front of the others. He walked beside her but slightly behind, leaving a small gap in his stride next to her so he could easily watch his Goddess.

She would stop; he would too. She'd look at the camera, giving a knowing smirk as everyone remained ignorant of their dynamic. He was bigger and stronger, but we all knew who was in control.

"Who are you wearing?" One of the voices called out from the crowd.

"Dior - of course." The tartan she wore was a nod to the ancestors who produced such a lovely woman. A bustier top pushed her breasts up and together, hinting at the cleavage she loved to show off. The zipper in front teased at the idea of being easily removed, even wiggling slightly at her chest threatening to burst open.

The fabric flowed around her hips, flaring out in a detachable skirt that opened in the front. A solid black mini was underneath it, offering a glimpse of those shapely thighs accentuated by a pair of above-the-knee boots. As her accessory, he was simply in a black tuxedo following behind her like the well-trained partner she thought he was. It wasn't long before Travis made it clear that their training was far from over.

The fabric flowed around her hips flaring out in a detachable skirt that opened in the front. A solid black mini was underneath it, giving a peek to those shapely thighs hoisted by a pair of above-the-knee boots. As her accessory, he was simply in a black tux, following behind her like the well-trained puppy she thought he was. It wasn’t long before Travis made it clear that their training was far from over.

His behavior once again proved that he was nothing more than a rich frat boy who didn’t quite grow up. He bumped into a few people, was too loud, and even sang along to some of her songs. People were laughing but not along with him - at him.

Taylor was mad and knew he needed punishment and more than a single lesson at that.

“Come, boy,” Taylor gave no glance back to her slave as their limo dropped them back at the hotel. The night had run its course, and she was ready to bring him back to show him the consequences.

“Did I do something wrong?” Travis asked as the two of them entered the elevator, making sure to keep his tone low until he knew they were alone. Once the two of them stepped into the lift, she gave a single nod of her head.

“You behave like a child still.” There was no room for leniency from her. She met his gaze in the reflection of the elevator. He stood behind her now, somehow seeming almost shrunken behind her, cowering in fear of what was to come.

“I’m sorry, Taylor.” She lifted her hand as the door opened, silencing him from further conversation. She led the pair to the hotel room where she stood waiting for him to open the door. He bowed to her as she stepped inside, those heels clicking on the marble flooring.

“Take off my shoes.” The door was shut behind them, leaving him alone with his Goddess.

“Yes, my Queen.” Renewed assurance of his voice lacking more vigor now that they were alone. Coming to his knees in front of her, he sunk both of his hands to grasp at the shapely calf. His fingers ran up the length of her leg, finding the runway of the zipper to coax it down and off her foot.

Taylor looked down to watch his every movement. She wanted to see the gentle side of this man and see the fear in his eyes when he realizes what she was going to do to him. One shoe, then the other, left the queen barefoot in front of him.

“Lick my feet clean,” Travis would look up to her, letting their eyes meet for the briefest moment. There was a glint in her eyes that told him this was just the start of his punishment. He lowered onto the ground, setting either of his feet on each side of her body. His face touched the floor as he brought his tongue out along her big toe, licking the length of it.

She allowed her foot to rise, offering the bottom of her sole to him as he continued to worship her feet. He could feel the blood coursing through his body as he tasted the sour taste of the leather-bound toes. His eyes closed as he shuddered in pleasure, his lips coming along to suckle the big toe into his mouth.

Bringing the foot back down allowed her to push it back and forth in his mouth, fucking him with that big toe. Eventually, she would push his face forward sending him toppling over. With her feet thoroughly cleaned, she stepped onto him like the mat he was making sure to walk over every vital inch of the man.

“This issue I have with you, my love,” she spoke to him allowing herself to step right between her legs. Rolling over left him on his back in front of him, to which she let her foot come to his cock, pressing her heel down into it.

“You don’t know how not to act like a child.” Weight moved into her foot to press hard into his member sending a shock of pain up him as she drove herself forward. His mouth lolled open as he whimpered; his eyes soon shut tight.

“I am sorry, Mistress.” The words were muttered; her weight disappearing off of his cock. By the time he opened his eyes, she had already started to walk away from him. The tartan cover of her dress was discarded to the side leaving her top in a strapless black bra.

"Strip for me," she said. She turned back to him, the skirts flaring as she unbuckled the belt, pulling it free and sending the skirts to the floor. He couldn’t look away as he did what he was told. She tapped the floor impatiently as he undressed as quickly as possible.

Rising from the floor, he dropped his pants, exposing the treasure that was underneath. Glistening on his semi-hard cock was a metal cage that matched a certain key in possession of a certain singer. Diamonds and rubies glistened in the custom cage that was formed from a certain ring earned by winning the Super Bowl title.

"Come, boy," she said with a slap on her inner thigh. Travis slipped onto his hands and knees, allowing his weight to bear into them. Crawling forward sent the toned muscles of his body adjusting, showcasing the hours of work he had put into himself. Once he was in front of her, he would come back to his haunches. His rear end was resting on his calves, arms up near his chest, begging like a dog.

"Good boy," she mocked, turning him on. Despite being in that cage, his cock twitched pushing against its restraints. He took a deep breath through his teeth. The thin belt was brought around his neck, fastening it to use as a collar and leash for her pet.

"Place," she said with a grin on her lips as she led him towards the bedroom. With leash in hand, she led him about halfway to the bed. It was then she got a wicked idea. Her hand holding the belt came out. "Stop, stay."

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her red lips curling into a cruel smile. "You are going to taste yourself. I know how you drip the entire time we play. A pathetic thing really." Dismissively dropping her leash from her hand, making her way to the end of it. Her walk made her hips sway side to side, panties grasping her firm ass showing off those long legs. His eyes greedily took in this sight.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lewdly spread her thighs giving him a view of her panty-covered crotch. He fixated on her crotch for a moment trying to see past the lace to her cunt.

"Taste," her words more harsh this time causing him to jump in surprise.

"Yes, Mistress!" Hearing her command, he immediately complies, his heart hammering in his chest as his tongue darts out to taste his own nectar. The salty taste fills his mouth and he groans around it, his cock twitching in the cage as he moans in subspace. He watches her luscious body arch against the bed as she waits for him to finish, the rhythm of her hips carrying on even without him. His face is flushed with embarrassment but also excitement at this new punishment game she's playing.

When he finishes swallowing every last drop, he looks up at her expectantly, hoping she will give him more praise than punishment. She smirks down at him before reaching down and grabbing hold of his hair roughly, pulling him closer until their faces are almost touching. "Good boy," she whispers huskily before leaning forward and biting into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

The pain shoots through him but it only makes him harder. She steps away from the bed then, walking towards the closet where she pulls out a suitcase filled with various BDSM toys—some familiar and some not so much. Her eyes gleam in the dim light of the room as she selects a long black flogger made of leather strands that promise pain but also pleasure.