After spending hours on end in high heels, I command this submissive to pay homage to my tired feet. But what are these weak, timid kisses? Is this how one worships the feet of a Mistress? Following a second warning, I take control of his lips, asserting that he might be more skilled at performing oral favors than at foot kissing.
Collared and leashed, I begin to discipline him with firm slaps. I had asked for a simple act of devotion, and he couldn’t even manage that. Now, I’m in charge, and I relish the opportunity to remind him of his place with a few playful pats to his bulge. Has he learned his lesson?