-----ooo0ooo-----

Heart & Sole

Hot. Not blistering hot, but a steady liquid heat rippling over the neat suburban streets, stirred reluctantly by an occasional welcome breeze. The air was thick, stale and heavy.

They finished their shopping - mainly window shopping - just as the town centre began to fill with the first office workers nipping out for an early lunch, and strolled towards the park a few minutes ahead of the crowds. The heat was beginning to radiate strongly back from the buildings and the pavements felt hot beneath the feet. In the park the black tarmac paths were hotter still and they began to hurry a little as they headed towards the ornamental lake near the middle.

He was waiting by the brightly painted but seldom used bandstand, shuffling back and forth between the sunny terrace and the small patch of shade appearing as the sun retreated from its zenith. They promptly passed over their various bags and bundles to him and resumed their earlier gentle stroll. The loaded one fell in behind.

They arrived back at the flat just before two o'clock and the ladies flopped gently into two well stuffed armchairs. "Fix us a jug of something long and cold," said Joanne with a languid wave of her hand in the direction of the kitchen.

She watched through the open door as he prepared it to order and returned with the tray. Thick droplets of condensation rolled down the icy jug: both glasses filmed over the moment they emerged from the fridge. He knew better than to bring three glasses.

When the first sighs of relief at sipping the chilled refreshment had passed she permitted him to fetch himself a glass of tapwater, and then to have a second to dispel any hint of dehydration. Fully restored he then knelt in font of her as indicated by her merest flick of a finger. She stretched out and laid her feet on his shoulders, bracketing his head, and felt the welcome release in her tired calves.

He flinched ever so slightly at the proximity of her feet, but not so slight that it slipped her by. "What's the matter, sweetie, don't you like being under my feet?"

She caressed the side of his head with her foot, and the laces scraped slightly at his hair. He wriggled a little more. This was so easy, she reflected. A little hook and draw them in. She curled her left foot around the back of his neck and waved the other in front of his face. "Do you like my shoes, then?" she teased. "These comfy old things? " She stroked his cheek with the grubby rubber sole, leaving faint dirt marks on his face.

He flinched more visibly, so she wiped her shoe in his face. Faint puffs of trapped hot fetid air worked loose and assailed him. She lifted his chin with her toe, held out her foot, offering it and said "Undo the laces."

He bent slowly forward and began unpicking the laces with his teeth, trying to ignore the thick odour of canvas, rubber and sweat that rose up. When one was finished, the other was offered in similar fashion.

She drew him to her, encircled his head with her arm in a tight grip, and slipped the old off-white plimsoll from her foot. He struggled as she held it over his nose, enveloping and trapping him in the dank odour. "Do you like that then, like the smell of your Mistress." She continued to grind it in his face. "That's it: get all that aroma, in your nostrils, inside you. That's your smell, your very own personal taste of me."

She flopped back into the chair and stretched luxuriantly. He waited, crouched at her feet. On a whim she tossed her shoe across the room, through the open door of the kitchen. "Fetch!" she snapped at him.

He moved to stand up, but she pushed him off balance, back to the floor. "I didn't say stand up. On your knees. Fetch, doggie."

He shuffled off towards the kitchen in an ungainly shuffling trot, returning after a few moments with the very end of a lace nipped between his teeth and the plimsoll dangling. His face was a dull brick red, whether by the exertion or the humiliation, or both.

She bent forward to speak to him. Close, intimately face to face. "You don't look like a happy puppy playing, now do you? And little doggies don't wear clothes, so get them off. Now."

He struggled out of his clothes, still at a kneeling crouch, and resumed his posture at her feet, watching. She stared him down and then once more tossed the shoe for him to fetch. As he shuffled away she could see his balls, dangling in the heat, swaying and bouncing, and his semi erection beginning to jerk uncomfortably in its unaccustomed freedom of movement. By the time he returned, carrying the shoe by the lace as before, a sheen of sweat covered his pale naked body.

She regarded him coldly. "You still don't seem to be appreciative enough. I think you need a little lesson, doggie." She spread her legs and rubbed the shoe lightly in her crotch. "Come on, come in and get your play toy, little doggie," she crooned at him.

He slowly moved in closer: the heat shimmered off her skin and the smell of warm flesh hung in a cloud around her. Closer still and the stronger smell of the shoe began to exert itself. She clasped his head and pulled it in hard: her thighs clamped around his head and crossed behind his neck, clamping him in a muscled vice, his face pressed hard against the open sweaty void of her shoe. He gagged and struggled futilely.

"Come and give me a hand, a moment will you, Penny, " she called out. "My little doggie's been a naughty doggie, and he needs a little smack."

Penny heaved herself out of the sun lounger on the balcony and strolled in.

"Just pick up my other shoe there, would you? Michael's going to have a little taste of the slipper."

Penny bent over and ran her long, sharp nails up the inside of his thighs and over his dangling penis. She scratched at his balls in a lightly threatening manner and hissed "Spread your legs, Michael, dear, we don't want to damage anything unintendedly..." Satisfied with the rear end she then pulled his hands from under him and folded his arms behind his back, leaving him supported at the front by his imprisoned head.

She picked up the plimsoll and landed a heavy stroke on his upthrust behind. He grunted at the impact. And again as the slaps fell with a steady thudding rhythm. In his discomfort he began to lose his posture, drawing together from the wide spread of his legs until Penny switched two stinging slaps of the slipper to the inside of his thighs. "You just keep them well spread unless you want some more, eh Michael?"

Once Michael had begun to cry out with each blow, Joanne relented a little and signalled Penny to stop. She pulled away the shoe trapped over Michael's face and he gulped in the fresher air gratefully. "Better now, my little doggie? " she asked looking down at his red face clamped between her legs. "Or are you my little piggie? Does my little piggie want a treat to eat, eh?"

She released him from his fleshy head clamp and pushed him back slightly. He crouched motionless as she rubbed her hot, dusty feet over his face and ran her toes through his hair. "Open your mouth, my little lap dog: my feet need washing."

Michael reluctantly opened his mouth, and her toe circled around it. "Stick your tongue right out as well." she commanded.

She rubbed her toes on his extended tongue and slowly pushed her foot into his mouth as far as it would go. He gagged and choked as her toe touched the back of his throat and she withdrew slightly. "Come on, lap dog, get licking. I want my feet cleaned completely. You can start by sucking the toes."

He pulled back slightly, but kept her toes in his mouth, sucking and licking. The rank sweaty taste filled his mouth and his face burned with the humiliation. He closed his eyes to blot out the scene around him as he sucked away in a mechanical fashion.

Joanne poked him sharply in the stomach with her other foot and hissed at him "Look at me when you're serving me. I want to see the expression in your eyes: see how my little piggy feels about his feed."

He slowly lifted his eyes to catch hers and saw her amusement at his position. "Come on, get your tongue between my toes" she mocked, "otherwise you won't get the full flavour."

Bits of grit and dirt began to get caught in his mouth as he ran his tongue between her toes and sucked them clean. He felt his gorge rise as he forced himself to swallow the build up of saliva in his mouth. Slowly he worked his way down and around her foot until it was all clean and glistened damply. She rewarded him by drying it on his hair and presenting her other foot for the same treatment.

As he set to work on that one Joanne said reflectively. "That's not a bad job for a novice little pig like you: you deserve a reward. Would you like Penny to give you another slippering or would you prefer her to hold one of my plimsolls over your nose while you clean my other foot?"

Michael stared up at her, his mouth open to take her other foot, and a small drop of saliva ran down his chin and on to the carpet. Joanne pulled her foot away, bent forward and slapped his face. "You dirty little pig, spitting on my carpet." She slapped his face again."I think he needs a taste of the slipper again, Penny."

She stood up and clamped his head between her legs. "Hands behind your back, piggy. Penny's going to give you the slipper again."

She nodded to Penny who slapped his right buttock with the plimsoll with all the force she could muster. Michael yelped and struggled as she repeated on the other side and then went round again, and again. Joanne had him squirming between her legs and felt her control over him. Even as he jerked and struggled with each stinging blow he kept his hands behind his back. She liked to think that it no longer occurred to him to do anything else.

Joanne resumed her seat and held out her foot for his continued attentions. She lifted his reddened face, with her toe and calmly asked "Now, do you want Penny to give you another slippering or would you prefer smell one of my plimsolls while you clean this foot?"

He looked at her through watering eyes and said "I..I..I'd like to smell it, please, Mistress."

Joanne motioned to Penny and she straddled him, holding him under the chin as she forced the still damp and smelly plimsoll over his face. Joanne pushed her foot into his mouth and he struggled to clean her foot from the grip Penny held on him.

At last he was finished to Joanne's satisfaction and he was allowed to sit back, gasping. His mouth and nose were full of the cloying taste and smell of her shoes as for a final humiliation she wiped the foot dry over his face.

"Ah, that's better, all clean again. Give him my shoes, Penny, so that he can put them back on again.."

Penny tossed the grimy plimsolls down in front of Michael . "Put them on for Mistress Joanne," she snapped., "and hurry up about it."

He slid the shoes back on to her feet and did the laces up neatly. He remained kneeling as Joanne lifted herself out of the armchair and stood over him. "Lie down on the floor." she said coldly. As he lay down she poked him sharply in the side with her toe. "No! Face up, stupid!"

She looked down at him lying red faced on the floor and then placed her foot on his chest. She heard him grunt in pain or exertion as she transferred her weight to that foot and stepped up on him. She caught his eye and just stared down at him, expressionless.

Several moments passed in silence as he grew redder and redder under her gaze. He longed to tear his eyes away, but feared the consequences.

"It's not finished yet, you haven't cleaned Mistress Penny's feet yet. Would you like to do hers too, eh piggy?"

When he didn't answer she shifted her left foot slowly backwards. "Would you like me to tread on something more vulnerable, or are you going to answer me?"

"I, uh, don't know, Mistress Joanne" he gasped, panting under her weight.

She looked at Penny. "Shall I make him see to you as well? He doesn't seem capable of a sensible response at the moment."

Penny came and stood beside and stared down at the purple face Michael on the floor. "No, I don't think so today. I'll let him off with just kissing my shoes to thank me."

"Well aren't you the lucky one." Joanne ground his nipple under the sole of her shoe to emphasise his good fortune. "Roll over and face the floor, piggy." she added stepping off him.

He painfully rolled over onto his front and Joanne stepped up onto his back. "Put your hands behind you!"

As he placed his hand behind him she slid one foot back and pinned them in position. "OK, now kiss Mistress Penny's shoes and thank her for letting you worship at her feet....and ask her to let you clean her feet next time you see her....and ask her to give you a good beating then for not doing it today.

Straining to lift his head under the weight pinning him down he kissed the toes of Penny's shoes as she thrust them under his nose. Satisfied at last Joanne stepped off him and admired the footmarks she'd left across him. She threw his clothes down to him. "You can get dressed and go now, piggy dear."

He dressed and looked longingly at the kitchen, wondering if he dare ask for a drink to clear his mouth before he left, but decided not to risk it. Joanne called him back as he prepared to leave and slapped his face again. "It wasn't looking red enough," she explained cheerfully.

Michael stumbled outside and sniffed the heavy, hot city air. It smelled really good....

-----ooo0ooo-----

To return the femdom story categories page click here: To go to the spanking stories index click here .

Click here to go back to the home page