(Tags: teasing, feet/body worship, sex, impact)

I walk behind you and pause a moment, letting you wonder what comes next. I lift my foot and place it squarely in the small of your back. Your skin gives way slightly to the rubber sole of my shoe. Slowly but firmly I push you forward until you have to support yourself on your forearms and your back makes a lovely arch under my foot. I keep my foot planted and hold you in place.

I swing the crop down and strike you on one butt cheek, then again, and again. Three more strikes follow on the other cheek. You make tiny gasps with each strike but the force is not great, only a light sting.

I dangle the crop by your bottom, letting you feel the leather strands brush gently against sensitive areas. I know that the feeling of uncertainty and anticipation is worse than the actual strike. I can feel you shake a little under my foot.

“Stay.” I command as I step down from your back. My shoe print remains as a slight indent, a temporary tattoo. You remain in position but begin to round your back. I strike you several times in quick succession across the back with the crop. You give a quick yelp and wince in pain.

“I said stay, not relax.” I growl. “Arch your back, point your ass up.” You regain the proper position and manage a “yes Sir”. I step back and admire your prostrate form. “Do you want to earn a reward?” I ask with a cocky tone. “Yes Sir!” you reply with enthusiasm.

I walk to your front and take two steps back. “Crawl to me.” I state casually. You shuffle across the floor on your knees and arms. I let you reach me, then step back. You crawl forward further. I take several steps back and watch you struggle to keep up.

After leading you around the room this way I stop and let you catch up. “Kiss my feet. Worship them.” I say firmly. You begin to raise your head to look at me and I strike you with the crop once. “What's the rule about eyes in high protocol?” I ask with disapproval. “Eyes down unless you say Sir.” you respond with contrition.

“Don't think, just obey” I instruct more kindly, hearing your tone. “Yes Sir” you respond with more confidence. “Now.” You kiss my right foot, on the tongue of my shoe. Firmly I command “Again”. You kiss again, lower on the laces. “Good. Keep going.” You continue on my right foot and move to the left when I offer it forward.

We continue this way for some minutes, I want you comfortable at my feet. I lean my weight back and elevate my right toes. “And the bottom.” I say. You hesitate and I strike you again, hard. “Obey!” I bark. You are startled by my loudness more than the crop and quickly plant your lips on my sole. I keep my toes raised and my meaning is clear, you continue kissing.

I lower my right and present the left again. You begin on this sole without needing further instruction. “Good girl” I intone. I let you continue for another minute then lower my foot.

I drop to one knee to reach you with my hand and stroke your hair back gently. “You did a good job.” I praise. You sigh a little from the affection. I rise back up and use my feet to gently sweep your hands out in front of you. You lean forward further to balance and I push you down with my foot so your face is pressed to the floor.

I push down on your low back to accentuate the arch and speak kindly “Good girl. Stay.” I walk around behind you and admire your behind, shown off so well in your current position. “You have a great ass.” I compliment. “Thank you Sir. I like it too.” you respond happily.

I lean forward closer. The white material of your panties is stretched from your position and barely covers your sex. The curves of your labia are clearly visible. I reach forward and stroke one finger of my right hand gently across the lace. Even this slight touch makes you inhale sharply.

I take a knee again and continue to gently run my finger up and down the lace. My other hand firmly but kindly holds your back in position. Soft moans escape your lips. “You like this?” I ask, teasing. “Yes Sir, very much.” You respond, beginning to melt down. I can feel your hot wetness through your panties.

I move my left hand up your back and gather a bundle of your hair. I hold it tightly but do not pull back. My right hand grasps the material of your panties and pulls them tight. I use the taught material to bring further moans to your lips.

Satisfied, I pull the material aside, exposing you fully. The experience has left your lips engorged and slick. I use two fingers to part your outer labia and you give a low “Mmmm” which becomes a sharp gasp as I apply pressure on your clit.

I hold for a moment, then ask “More?” I can see your obvious desire but hold, enjoying your embarrassment. “Yes Sir.” you respond. “What's the magic word?” I tease again. “Mmm please.” you purr. I pull hard on your hair and swat your ass. “Please what?” You recognise your mistake and quickly utter “please Sir.” I relax my pull.

“Better.” I reply and move my finger back and forth across your clit. You moan freely now, your breath quickening. I continue for a minute, then insert my finger inside you. You moans change tenor from the different sensation.

I draw my finger out and it is coated in your juice. I continue to alternate between internal and external stimulation until your moans reach a fever pace and I know you are on the edge.

Suddenly I withdraw my right hand and exclaim “not yet” as you let out a plaintive whine, yanked back from the brink of ecstasy. “Pleasure is best when shared.” I suggest. “I agree Sir.” you manage with some effort.

I remove my left hand as well and kneel behind you. I unzip my pants and place my tip against your slick clit. I slowly rub it up and down your lips, coating myself in your wetness and drawing out further moans. “What's the magic word?” I ask again.

“Please Sir” you reply correctly and I slide into you. You gasp and let out a deep moan as I fill you. I pause a moment after entering to appreciate your warm welcome. After a moment I draw out again and stay there, “What’s the magic word?” “Please sir!” Your moans resume in force as I firmly thrust in again. Again I draw out and pause, you catch on “Please Sir!” In. Out “Please Sir!” In. Out. A steady rhythm though your pleading grows more swift and impassioned.

I continue my slow and steady pace, enjoying your sounds. Your moans become lower, more guttural as I lean forward and bury myself deeper. I lean into your hips and support my weight with one hand on the floor. The other reaches around and finds your clit. I press firmly side to side on your button each time I thrust, turning your moans to squeals and back.

I pick up the pace of my thrusts and continually rub your clit, no longer pausing between thrusts. You shake and pull away slightly from the intense sensation but I hold you firmly as I press in.

I feel your walls tighten and hear your ragged breaths. I thrust faster and growl passionately “What's the magic word?” You practically scream out “Please Sir” and I respond with greater intensity on your clit. “Cum hard!” I command, knowing you have no other choice now.

You howl and begin to shake violently. I remove my hand from your clit after a moment and grip your hips with both hands. I thrust violently and use your contractions to push myself over. I let out a satisfied growl as I pour my seed inside you, and gradually slow my thrusts.

I give a final forceful thrust that makes you yelp. I reach forward quickly and again stimulate your clit. You shake and moan from the unexpected pleasure. I give a low chuckle at your surprise.

I draw back, pulling out and leave you dripping a little onto the floor. I ask coyly “Good reward?” You purr out assent weakly. I give you a few minutes to recover then tell you to rise.

I take your hand to steady your uneasy gait and lead you to the shower. You remove your now soaked panties, unaware of when you will next feel the kiss of cloth covering your nudity.

We clean off together and explore each other further in the steam (but that's a story for another time.) Finally, I lead you back to the couch and sit next to you, my arm around your waist. I gently lift your head by your chin and we share a tender kiss.