Celeste Part 7 6 min read

Some weeks later, I was awoken by Celeste swinging her feet from the bed and placing them on my face, without even thinking I began to lick at her insteps as she sat on the edge of the bed considering what to wear to work that day.

I felt her bare foot slide down across my chest and rub up and down my body, almost affectionately. This was strange. The big toe of her other foot dipped between my lips as her foot snaked down and began to rub gently against my cock. What was going on? It had been months since she had done anything that suggested I was anything more than her carpet and shoe cleaner, had something changed? I know that she and Steve were no longer seeing each other, but did that mean we would go back to how we were?

Naturally, I was instantly rock hard. It had been weeks since I had last ejaculated, and only then because she had been in a rush before going out and couldn’t find any moisturizer for her feet. I was ready to explode, right on the cusp, when she pulled her foot away and stamped heavily on my face. Yet, somehow, it felt like progress.

Celeste, in her words, bestowed on me the greatest of honors when she invited me to accompany her to her friend’s wedding. I was genuinely excited. I would be re-entering society and, more importantly, I would be standing by her side again as her boyfriend. Sure, a lot of things stayed the same, but this was a real change.

On the day of the wedding, I got up early, prepared her outfit, licked every inch of her shoes clean, and got into my own formal wear. I thought she even smiled at me as she walked down the stairs. Even if she did, she, as she always did, forced me to put the plate containing my breakfast on the floor and then stood with both feet on top of it, twisting around in the scrambled egg and beans, crushing them flat. I ate, as I ate every meal, from the soles of her bare feet, or from the soles of her shoes, as she sat and read the morning paper. Still, at least I was doing it from above the ground for once. This was real progress.

“You’ll need to clean these before we go,” Celeste said casually as she pulled out a stack of shoeboxes from the cupboard.

“They’re the bridesmaids’ shoes, all six of them and, most importantly, the bride’s. As a head bridesmaid, I’m in charge of outfits for the day.”

She smirked that beautiful smirk. “I wonder whether I should tell the bride that my ‘boyfriend’ has tongue cleaned her shoes and those of all her bridesmaids? What do you think she’d say?”

“I have a little fantasy myself about getting married. Wouldn’t that be funny? Not to you, of course.” She laughed at the very idea. “…but you would definitely have a role to play. Yes, the shoe cleaning, obviously. But maybe I’d let you cum in my shoes just before I walked up the aisle too. Can you imagine that? My beautiful feet in your warm cum as I said my vows, crushing your cum between my toes as the ring was placed on my finger? Or maybe I would just stand on your face as I said my vows? Grinding my spike heels into your skin, what’s left of it anyway, before abandoning you forever. I think I like that idea. Maybe I would allow my heels to slowly push down into your eye sockets as you licked my dirty shoe soles as I kissed my new husband? Out with the old, and all that. I like that idea.”

She was clearly getting turned on now and had started grinding her bare heel against my mouth, trying to force it wider and wider.

“Could you imagine me casually grinding your worthless cock into the ground beneath my Jimmy Choo’s while my new husband and I danced cheek to cheek? I can imagine it. I can imagine feeling his hard cock pressing against me through his trousers while I feel your pathetic little thing grow flatter and flatter beneath me. I can imagine finally destroying your testicles once and for all beneath the thin soles of my shoes, enjoying every tiny crunch until they are pancake flat. It would be a fitting end for you as I start my new life.”

She ordered me onto my knees and picked up one of the bride’s shoes, a designer patent blue stiletto, and began running its sole across my tongue.

“Anyway. Today, you get to act like my boyfriend, a very rare privilege. Your main job will be keeping me and my friends happy, getting us drinks, that sort of thing. But you are also there to help me with the outfits. This is where it gets fun. The wedding is outdoors, in some beautiful gardens. Unfortunately, grass and high-heels are not great together, you know, the heels sink into the mud, and they get dirty. I did think about having you lie in the mud as the bridesmaids’ footrest, but I think that might get too much attention. No. Your first job will be to lick clean my shoes, the bride’s shoes, and the bridesmaids’ shoes after the ceremony so that they are all deliciously clean and shiny for the reception. Can you just imagine how dirty they are all going to be?”

“And do you know what will happen after that? I’m going to bring the bridesmaids back here for pre-party drinks before the main event. And you? You’re going to be back where you belong under the floorboards. I think it might be pretty wild. We might get a few more men down there too and some of the bridesmaids will be bringing their boyfriends. Maybe they’ll be a man, a real man, there for me too. I have this fantasy of dancing, rubbing up against him, kissing him passionately with your cock under one of my black patent heels and someone else’s under the other. How wild would that be? Can you imagine it? I’m not sure I could contain myself, the very thought of destroying your cock completely beneath my heels whilst my tongue darts in and out of another man’s mouth, of leading him by the hand upstairs to what used to be our bed with your blood on my shoes? No, better yet, of kicking off my heels and handing them to you to lick clean whilst I take him up there to fuck… I just love it.”

She kicked me as hard as she could in the groin, knocking me on my back, planting her barefoot across my mouth. I started licking, it was a reflex action and resigned myself to whatever was to come.