Celeste Part 5 7 min read

Celeste returned just after I had finished tongue cleaning the last of her three hundred and twenty-seven pairs of shoes. To make sure I never missed any, I numbered each pair and ticked them off each time I performed this task, which was at least once a week. I just had time to dart back downstairs and through the trapdoor to be waiting at the front door as she arrived. I felt a sense of relief, joy even, as I saw that she was wearing a pair of pointy black patent flats. Hard and unyielding, yes, but for once no spike heel would pierce and tear at my flesh.

Celeste scrapped the hard soles across my battered face as she entered, before forcing each pointed toe in turn deep into my mouth to remove the dirt from the street. She strode over to the table and placed a couple of shopping bags on it, as ever I followed under her footsteps beneath the floorboards to make sure that I was in position should she wish to use me for anything.

She stood for a moment playing with her phone, absentmindedly popping one shoe on and off at the heel. “I have an itch,” she murmured as she used the pointy toe of her other shoe to maneuver my cock so that it slid into her shoe beneath her naked heel. She continued to pop her foot in and out, forcing my cock again and again down against the hard plastic of the rear of her shoe as she used it to scratch her foot, forcing it to bend painfully and crushing the head between her soft heel and the hard insole, scrapping it from side to side. Finally, she glanced down in my direction.

“It seems that Steve has a bit of a thing for my feet too, which means I’m going to need you to give me a full pedicure before my date tonight so that they look and feel their best. Then, and this is a special treat, I want you to cum in each of my shoes just before I leave. It will help keep my feet well moisturized so that they are soft for him. It’s been a very long time since you came, so you should have plenty to spare. It will amuse me no end to know that your seed, your hopes for the future, will be seeping away beneath my soles as I enjoy my night out.”

With that, she allowed me out through the trap door, slipped off her flats, and handed them to me to clean. For a moment she stood and watched as my tongue slid across the insole of the first one, she watched it dart around picking up every tiny speck of dirt and that salty treat left by her divine foot. She watched me in the way someone stares with boredom at a boiling kettle, before turning on her heel to take a shower. I continued my task, before returning the shoes reverently to their allotted place in her shoe closet.

“The bath is cold.”

I ran up the stairs and lay down in the bath so that her feet did not have to touch its cold surface as she showered. She stood full weight on my chest as she washed herself, placing one foot at a time onto my face as she stretched out her leg to wash it. Without even noticing, she pinched what was left of my broken nose closed between her toes, leaving me unable to breathe while her instep pressed down over my mouth. I was on the verge of passing out. Would this finally be it? The end? Suffocated as she soaped and rinsed her leg ready for her date? Mercifully, she shifted her foot back to my chest just in time.

Before I could fully recover my senses she ordered me out of the bath to lie on the cold bathroom floor so that she could stand on me while drying herself. I spent the next half an hour massaging her feet as she reclined on the bed, before carefully applying her favorite shade of toenail polish, a delicious bright red that I had bought for her. After going dizzy again after blowing the polish dry, I lay down in front of the full-length mirror as she slipped into a beautiful black designer dress.

Without looking down, she stepped up onto my face to apply her makeup. Despite taking her weight on my face being such a normal occurrence for me, it was still unbearably painful every time. Through the tears I could see her casually puckering her lips as she applied red lipstick, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she practiced her most seductive smile. At least she was barefoot, for once. Thankfully she was in a hurry so it didn’t last as long as it often did, but I was still on the verge of passing out again as she stepped down from my bright red face.

I had already picked out my favorite pair of her shoes. Shiny black patent stilettoes with a sharply pointed toe. The thought that she would be wearing them to seduce another man almost killed me, far more than the physical pain that I suffered on a daily basis. I could vividly remember licking them clean just a few hours ago, sucking the mud from the heels that she must have worn while walking across the grass. I did what I had been told though, discretely ejaculating into the shoes as she looked on impatiently playing with her nails. I ejaculated quickly, soaking the insoles of both shoes in my cum and watching it flow down towards the toes.

“Good choice. I’ve always loved these shoes. I remember you buying them for me. Do you think he will like them?”

For a moment she looked at me with something that almost looked like pity.

“What’s inside them is our little secret. Imagine if others knew that your cum was now just my foot lotion? That you can only cum when I want my feet moisturized? What would they think of you?”

She picked the shoes up and placed them on my chest, standing for a moment to admire them with a cruel smile playing across those perfect lips. She stepped up onto my body again, placing one foot on either side of the shoes. She slipped her barefoot into the left shoe, grinding it down painfully against my flesh as she did. She slipped her right foot into the other shoe, rocking back on the spike heel of the left shoe as she pushed her toes down into it. She did not look down once. Did not acknowledge me. She looked only at herself in the mirror as she touched up her makeup. I could feel the warmth of her feet through the thin soles as the heels sank deep into my chest, the left heel pierced my skin and pushed through muscle to rest on bone. She puckered her lips to re-apply her lipstick as the right heel slowly joined it.

I tried to scream but nothing came out. She stepped forward onto my face with one foot to get a closer look in the mirror, the hard sole crushed my lips against what was left of my broken teeth. My lips split, ripped, as she twisted to step off again.

“You have no idea how much it amuses me to know that I will be crushing your cum under my feet as I dance with Steve in shoes that you have just licked clean. While I’m out I want you to imagine what we are getting up to. Imagine it in detail. I want you to do that while you clean all my shoes again.”

“I want you to be here licking my shoes clean while I spend the evening with another man and I want you to be thinking about nothing other than what we are getting up to and what the shoes I will be wearing are going to taste like against your tongue when I get back, whenever that may be.”

“And when I do get back, you will lie at my feet and lick these shoes clean again as I tell you everything that happened on my date. Everything.”

With that she headed out the door, leaving me a bleeding sobbing mess.