Like you have a choice. Time for a tongue bath.

“Should I even punish you? You’ll probably enjoy it.” Velveteen thinks aloud while staring at you baffled by your erection. Your eyes roll around in your head as you try to focus on the beautiful beast that is currently berating you. “Well, it’s the least you deserve.” Velveteen resigns herself as she kicks off her boot. She peels off her sock and tosses into her empty boot. She hangs her bare foot above your banged up face as you lie there.

“My foot’s filthy and sweaty now, and it’s all your fault. I expect you to lick it clean! And it better sparkle when you’re done!” Velveteen demands with great contempt for you. She lowers her large caramel-toned foot and places it on your swollen lips. You reluctantly stick your tongue out, tasting her sole for the first time, trying to hold back the tears. You slide your tongue along her sole, lapping up dirt and sweat, the revolting taste assaulting your taste buds.

Velveteen Queen shouts aloud, “And you better not spit, boy!” You recoil in disgust, forcing yourself to swallow the mouthful of grime. You body quivers in revulsion, doing your best not to hurl it back up. Your dry heave a few times before you get back to it. The more you do it, the more you find yourself enjoying it. And soon your erection is throbbing and pulsing with joy.

Velveteen’s sole, while nasty, is soft and smooth. She must get pedicures often. She curls her foot and wriggles her toes as you give her foot a tongue bath. “Now the toes, slut!” She bellows as she moves her foot down. She presents her toes as you excitedly lunge your tongue at them. “Make sure you get in between!” Your tongue finds its way in between every toe, sucking out whatever toejam is there. You take each toe in your mouth and suck on them passionately.

Velveteen shivers as you massage her foot with your tongue. She’s enjoying this more than she letting on. Eventually you finish, giving each toe a little smooch. You were more efficient at that than you would like to admit. “Alright whore. Now it’s time for the other foot.” She orders from you, as you let out a deep sigh.

You complete the deed, finishing by cumming in your trunks, as Velveteen Queen leaves you alone in the ring. Your face is bruised, your tongue is tired, and your pride is wounded. You received one black eye during the stomping, parts of your face are swelling up, and your bottom lip doubled in size. But you’re still able to make your way to the back on your own. Some fans taunt and mock you as you head back. Some even ask if you’ll give them a tongue bath. You don’t mind.

You sit down in the locker room as the promoter waltzes in, tossing an ice pack at you. “I said bust a nut, not bust a lip. Sheesh! You sure know how to take a shellacking though. Woof! Shouldn’t have pissed her off.” He barks, offering little sympathy. You nod in agreement, your face still aching and your head still spinning, as you place the ice pack on your swollen cheek. “But hey, you made it out alive. You’re made of sterner stuff than I thought. We should put you up against more heavyweights. It’d make for an entertaining program. What do you say? We can re brand you as John the Human Doormat! Sounds good doesn’t it!? Bahaha!” The promoter cackles as he leaves the room. You’re still unsure if he was being serious or not. Oh well...