Kim Surenders

"Yes, Mistress."

All Kim could do was murmur and cry. She knew it was true. The moment the two had run into each other back at her boyfriend's place, Kim was in Tiffany's power. She could only marvel, helplessly at the cruelty of the woman. Was she doing all of this for fun? To relieve a bit of momentary boredom. Kim didn't understand. She also didn't understand the buzzing feeling on her clit that filled her with a warm glow. It told he that she liked being stepped on by this powerful woman, and she did. It told her that she loved the way Tiffany manhandled her and treated like a piece of property, and she did. It told her that Tiffany just deciding to breed her was hot, and for some reason Kim did find it hot. She was totally under this bitches control.

Kim squirmed on the ground, and got out from under the heel. But, rather then escape from Tiffany's feet, she twisted around and started kissing them, and running her tongue along the side of the shoe. It tasted expensive, like something she'd never be able to afford in a million years.

"You're going to be a good girl and take this nice man's cock aren't you?" Tiffany laughed in a high pitch voice.

"Yes, yes," Kim just murmured in between licks, grinding and pulsing her body against the floor.

"And you're going to let him put his baby inside of you aren't you?"

"Anything, Mistress," Kim moaned, defeated and oh-so-loving it.

"Strip, and stand." Tiffany said in a cold voice, turning away. Kim's heart sank at the distance, but from the floor squirmed and pawed her way out of her clothes, leaving them in a pile on the ground. When she stood up, she was shaking and nervous. But, she was also wet, and anyone could see it from the way her cunt glistened in the exposing open air. The maid that had been attending the senator scurried back towards Tiffany, leaving the now helplessly exposed Kim to his glance. In a hope to avoid her mistress's wrath, she pushed her hands wearily behind her back, giving him an exposed view of his body.