Kiss her boot

The smell of the leftovers makes your stomach growl, and you look over at the woman who looks sternly at you. She whistles again, and you think of Maria's words. The internal battle is strong, but you realize that the Santos family is powerful. Suddenly you sink down on your knees.

"That's it, come show some respect!" The woman whistles, and your shackles clang as you mull over to her rubber boot. You feel broken, but somehow the promise of food makes you kiss the boot.

"Goodgirl!" The woman teases from above and then shovels the leftover food into a dish in your cell. You begin eating, trying to ignore the humiliation, and the woman leans down to get closer.

"You're still going to pay for your disrespect, but you can beg for mercy, and it shall be granted." She said in a thick accent. You nod appreciatively, and continue eating.

An hour later you are lounging on a little cot in the corner as Maria whistles. You get up and walk over to see her at the edge of her cell.

"You made the right choice." Her soft voice offered.

"Doesn't feel like it." You return looking at her sympathetic smile.

"They would have tortured you to ****, and I didn't want to hear your screams." She reached in placing her hand on your shoulder. You sigh, and look down at your shackled feet on the hard concrete. You spend several weeks in the cell, and talking to Maria helps you keep sane. She explains the horrible things she has seen to you in detail to the captives who crossed Santos. A few times a week the woman with the rubber boots comes down with a hose, and sprays you both off after giving you a bar of soap. It's a pretty mundane life mostly, but one day randomly Janetta shows up.

Your heart races in fear and anger as she struts in wearing rubber boots, and places her boot in your cell. You are conflicted as she stands there confidently, and waits. You begin to well up, but make your way over to her, and lean down to kiss her boot. You place a peck on it.

"You know better than to deny me!" She says sternly, and you look up at her.

"Yes Goddess J."

"Eyes downcast!" She orders you, and you look down. The woman who feeds you comes, and dumps some leftovers in your dish. Janetta leans down and spits in your food. You look down in shame.

"You could have been a Santos, now you're just a **** of Santos." Her boot slid in the bars and stepped on your food. She looks up at the woman who takes care of you.

"Prepare our **** for the initiation." Janetta orders, and the Woman nods. They both leave, and you hungrily eat the food they left. When your belly is full, you feel whoosy, and fall asleep.

You wake up in a strange room with mirrors, strapped to a bondage bench. You're wearing a black rubber hood with a mouth zipper as you fight the strong cuffs. You look down and notice the bondage bench is bolted to the floor. You look around the strange room, which looks like a Bdsm dungeon. Whips hanging on the wall, and other cages and bondage furniture. You fight a little realizing it's pointless, then lay your head down. It's not until you hear the sound of high heels that you realize that someone is approaching. Janetta enters the room wear a smooth black full rubber catsuit. She struts up, and smiles at you. She reaches into a drawer nearby, and puts on a bright red rubber strap on. Your eyes widen.

"Let me tell you a story. One of my favorite sisters Rita told me about you. Said you were cute, and kinda a little bitch. See she knows me better than almost anybody. I like fucking with little bitches. So, when she told me about you, I checked you out online, stalked you for a few months." Janetta pulled out a large bottle of lube, and started stroking her strap on.

"Mmmm mmmmph" You say through the tight rubber.

"I know, it's dirty setting someone up like that, but I like to play dirty. Truth is, you were fucked from the beginning. When you denied Santos you sealed your fate to me. " Her voice was fierce.

"Mmmmphh Mpph." You say fighting in anger. Janetta picks up a large whip from the wall, and settles behind you. She unleashes lash after lash on your bare ass. You jump, and scream to no avail. After a few minutes she stops, and her rubber gloves hand starts stroking your dick. The smooth gloves felt good compared to the hard whip, and your erection grows.

"You only have one choice. Pleasure or pain?" Her words haunt you as she slowly strokes, then stops. Her heels click as she walks over to your hooded covered face, and unzips your mouth.

"DO you admit that you are Santos' ****, and that you have no other purpose than to serve Santos?"