Celeste Part 8 4 min read

Celeste spent the next couple of hours chatting to friends on the phone while I, naked in the corner, set to work licking clean her shoes and those of her friends. I knew I had to do a good job to avoid as much pain as possible but felt my tongue running bone dry by the time I started on the fourth pair, I could feel the shallow ridges of the sole cutting into its surface as Celeste joked with one of her friends about hooking up with a new man at the wedding. I carried on, licking each of eight pairs of black stilettos clean, inside and out, feeling my parched tongue follow their patent black curves, wrapping my cracking lips around those tall slender heels.

“Not bad, though you’ll have to do them all again later of course. How are you going to feel when we get to the wedding and you see my friends wearing the shoes that you’ve licked clean, when you see them laughing, dancing, having fun, knowing that your tongue will be working its way across ever millimeter of their shoes as soon as they kick them off? It will be so humiliating. If we had enough time, and you had enough in you, I would make you cum in each shoe so that they would spend the day walking around crushing your worthless cum beneath their feet. They wouldn’t know of course, but I don’t think they would care if they did. I think they’d just laugh at the idea, just laugh at you.”

Celeste pointed to the trapdoor and I crawled over to it, climbed down, and once again found myself trapped below the floorboards staring up at her. From this angle she looked like a giantess, towering over me in her nylons, pencil skirt, and white blouse. I obediently pushed my face and my cock through the nearest holes in the floor and just stared up at her beauty, at her utter perfection. She playfully ran one of her nylon-clad feet over my face, gentle, teasingly, pushing her big toe into my mouth.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, at least not your face. I don’t want you looking like a pincushion when you are out with me later, that can wait until tonight. You’ll get to spend the whole day thinking about what I might do to you, how I might use my patent black stilettos to shred what’s left of your face. You know what I’m like after a few drinks. One of these days I’m going to go too far. I wonder if it will be tonight? For now, though, you just get to suck on my stockinged feet for a while. Later on, you’ll probably be watching them move across the dancefloor with some other man, but don’t worry, you’ll still get to lick them clean afterward.”

I felt tears welling in my eyes, felt the total humiliation, but kept sucking on her feet as she stood there, hands-on-hips, smiling down at me with that twinkle in her eye.
“Of course, there are parts of you that won’t be on display.”

She spun on her heel and strode over to where my half-erect cock jutted out of the floor. She raised her foot up above it and looked me in the eye, smiling sweetly. Then, with no warning, she slammed her foot down onto my shaft. If I hadn’t been stuck against the underside of the floor I would have been doubled up in pain, as it was all I could do was scream as the agony ran up and down my body. She laughed, twisting her foot from side to side on my cock with her full weight behind it, grinding it hard against the floorboards. She dug her nylon-clad toes into my balls and began bouncing up and down on one foot. She slammed it down again, annihilating my cock beneath her nylon-clad foot.

“I love this bright red toenail polish, don’t you? Oh, and I love the way your cock feels under my stockinged foot, how hard it is. I loved the fact that I could just rock my foot for a few seconds and you would blow your load all over the place. I’m not going to of course, but I love knowing how much you want that to happen. How much you’d love to feel these sheer stockings moving up and down your cock. It feels great for me too, having a hard cock buckling beneath my nylons, feeling it slide up and down against my instep, watching it explode all over my pretty little toes. But not your cock, no way. No matter how much you want it, how much you beg. The nearest you might get is watching me do it to someone else while you crouch in the corner licking my shoes clean.”

With that, Celeste stamped down hard on my cock with her heel, pulled out her phone again, and began chatting to one of her friends, strolling around the room, those perfect stockinged feet occasionally coming down on my face, randomly slamming down on my cock. Within minutes she seemed to have forgotten all about me, I had just become another part of her floor again.