Celeste Part 4 7 min read

The doorbell rang. I shivered. Jane again, I thought. Okay, well, so be it. What did it matter anymore? I was resigned to my life as Celeste’s floor and all that went with it.

“How do I look?”

Celeste looked more beautiful than ever, stunning. I smiled weakly, it was all I could manage. She looked radiant, so full of life. Despite the pain, I remember thinking how lucky I was.

From under the table, I watched Celeste glide over to the door. I saw her going up on the balls of her feet as the door opened and shuddered as her spike heels came crashing down again onto the wooden floor. I heard her giggle. Then it hit me. She’d gone up on tiptoes to greet whoever was at the door with a lengthy kiss. It had to be Steve.

“Take a seat, we’ll have a quick lunch and then I need to run a few errands.”

Steve took a seat opposite Celeste’s. The lights were low and I doubt he would have seen anything suspicious at ground level. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine being somewhere else, anywhere else. It didn’t help. Celeste slid into her seat and placed her feet straight onto my face, dipping one slender heel in and out of the gap where my front tooth had been. I could hear them flirting above, imagining them holding hands across the table. Celeste began slowly wiping her shoe sole across my lips.

Without even thinking, I stuck my tongue out and began to taste the grime on the sole of her well-worn designer heels. I could hear them making plans. She was saying that she really liked him, that she hadn’t felt this way about anyone before. All the while my tongue moved up and down her shoe soles, cleaning off every speck of dust while they dined up above. I knew every contour of each sole like the back of my hand, every tiny divot, every crease in the leather along the sides, the pattern on the tip of her heels.

After ten minutes or so, Celeste stopped dragging her sole over my outstretched tongue and forced the pointy toe of her shoe into my mouth as forcefully as she could. My mouth felt like it was about to split open as she wriggled her toes about. It took me a moment to realize what was happening, she was leaning forward across the table so that she could kiss Steve, using my mouth as a toehold. Waves of pain swept across my body as they exchanged sweet nothings high above. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Celeste sank back into her seat, jerking her foot out of my mouth, taking my remaining front tooth with it. She pushed her chair back and extended her legs, planting each of her needle-thin heels above one of my eyes. For the next fifteen minutes, that’s where they stayed as I stared with terror at those ridiculously sharp tips. Surely she wouldn’t deliberately blind me, or worse? No, perhaps not, but it was pretty clear she really didn’t care what was going on beneath the table, and, well, accidents happen. It was with immense relief that Celeste finally slid both shoes painfully down my face and I returned to tongue cleaning her shoe soles for the rest of the meal. But that relative relief did not last long.

Celeste began to rub one foot against the inside of Steve’s leg, slowly up and down from ankle to knee. It snaked its way higher, gently stroking his inner thigh before gradually slipping forward until the sole was rubbing lightly against his crotch. After a few minutes, she pulled it away, moving her foot back down onto my face so that she could push the heel into my mouth to help her twist her foot out of the shoe. She placed her now barefoot back against his crotch. I was left lying there helplessly, with a ringside view as Steve pulled down his fly, allowing his cock to spring out. Celeste expertly slid her bare foot slowly up and down his shaft, inches away from my tear-filled eyes. I could hear her whispering seductively up above but couldn’t make out what she was saying.

She paused, pulling her foot away and wiping it slowly across my face. It was clear what she wanted, a little lubrication. I pushed out my tongue and she slowly wiped her foot from the heel to toes back and forth across it. I lapped at her sole, partly as it was an automatic reaction by now and partly because, only millimeters from my eye, she rocked her other foot back onto that very long, very spikey heel in a way that made the choices before me very clear. When she was satisfied, she snaked her foot back between Steve’s legs, moaning audibly as she felt his hard cock slip beneath it. I couldn’t shut my eyes. All I could do was stare as her perfectly pedicured foot moved up and down and his cock twitched beneath it. Was this really happening? Was she really going to do this? Why was I just lying there without saying a word? To my unspeakable relief, she stopped and withdrew her foot.

“That’s just a taste.” She purred in her most seductive voice. “I have things to do, but I’ll see you tonight.”

Celeste once again wiped her foot back and forth across my outstretched tongue before slipping it back into her shoe. She stood up and pushed her chair back, beckoning Steve to join her. He skirted around the table as she stepped forward onto my cock. For a moment she stood there, both feet planted firmly along the shaft of my cock. She gave a little giggle that sounded like a teenager in love for the first time and threw her arms around Steve’s neck. She reached up to kiss him, rising up onto the balls of her feet and twisting gently from side to side on my cock as she savored his lips. As she felt his still erect cock against her, she was flattening mine into the wooden floorboards, slowly tearing the skin off.

“Hey! It’s our song”

Celeste began to dance with Steve, her heels hammering into my cock, her hard soles squashing it against the floor, twisting all over it. All the time, her arms around Steve’s neck, staring into his eyes. Her heels drilled mercilessly into my cock as she danced, tearing up the skin, and branding it permanently with her heel marks. I think I must have passed out. The next thing I knew Steve had gone and Celeste was getting ready to head out too.

“Steve and I are going out tonight. I’m not sure what I’m going to wear yet, so while I am out you will go into my shoe closet and tongue clean every single pair of shoes in there. If you’re very lucky, I will let you choose the pair that I wear to go on my date. If I am not happy with the job you do though, and that includes cleaning the soles and the insides of every pair, I will crush one of your testicles beneath the shoes that you didn’t clean properly. I mean really crush it so that it is flat until there is barely anything between my shoe sole and the floor. I’ve half a mind to do it anyway, to crush them both and have the skin removed to use as a pair of insoles. I’ll think about it tonight, but it does sound delicious. Anyway, I expect you to be back where you belong when I arrive home so that I can wipe my dirty shoes clean on what’s left of your face. If there’s any life left in it, I might use your cock as a shoe scraper.”

With that she unlocked the trap door and walked to the front door, making sure she stepped heavily on my cock along the way. After she had gone, I limped up to her shoe closet and started to get to work.