She have to do better than that, and she will

You like what you see -hell, it almost turns you on- but it's not nearly enough. You don't want Britanny to simply apologize, you want her to feel sorry.

"It's not about the pool party you didn't warned me about, Brit. You and your so-called friends made my whole life hell up to this point. Not only should you pay for that, you should also know that you deserve it."

The girl keeps fixing the ground, unable to move as you calmly profess your statement.

You remain silent for a few seconds, both as a way to let her terror grow and because you have to think about a proper punishment to begin with. You finally smile and declare. "First, you will show me how sorry you are by cleaning my shoes with your tongue while the other sluts are watching."

She raises her head, but is unable to look at you in the eyes and stare down at your feet. She slowly crawls and delicately seizes your ankles, then extends her tongue and runs it on your sneaker. It's been a longue time since you started growing a foot fetish and had the fantasy of having them licked. Sure, it would be far sexier barefoot or wearing court shoes, but your usual cheap shoes will be far more humilating for this spoiled bitch and as such are better right now. You let her take care of the whole surface before presenting her your treads one by one. Once she finishes, you order "Remove them now and take care of my feet." She's about to answer so you interrupt her. "You won't discuss my order and only obey it. And spread your legs as far as you can."

**** to comply, she uses her formidable cheerleader flexibility to perform a split, giving her friends an even better view of her ass and pussy while taking your feet out of your shoes and start wraping her tongue around your toes one after another.

"Hmmm... You actually like it, don't you? Sucking the dirty feet of a proletarian in front of a crowd of your closest friend. The smell, the taste, the humilation, it titillates you, excite you. It makes you wetter that you've ever been."

She doesn't answer, but she doesn't need to. You and everybody else can now see it. Around her pussy pressed against the cold marble tiles paving the floor, a puddle of cyprine is slowly growing. She then picks your foot up to clean your soles.

"Let me guess... At this point, you don't even need me to give you orders, you want more of it. You want to be ashamed and humiliated by me in front of a crowd made of your bitches. That's why you've bullied me until today, right? You've always felt like a spoiled bitch like you needed someone more grounded to put her in her place, and fantasied about me getting my **** on you and you thought the hardest you would push me, the hardest the come back. Well, guess what? You were right. And nothing could make you happier than knowing I will be merciless."

As she lick your heel, she dares to look up and realise tears are about to drop out of her eyes. Not out of desperation, but out of euphoria.

"Ho, Mistress," she says, her face transfigured by her smile. "I never even dreamed you would understand how I feel." She starts running her tongue along your tibia and asks "Will you forgive me?"

"No." you answers firmly. The word strikes her like a stone and you can feel she's about to apologize again, but you don't give her enough time. "Not yet. Even though I have to admit I wouldn't be the same person without your harsh treatment and have to thank you for the result, you still have to go through a lot of pain and humiliation before I will deign allowing you to stop feeling sorry."

Her smile is more radiant than a sun as she sit on her knees. "Thank you Mistress. You're so..."

You shut her mouth by putting your second foot right on it. "You forgot one." you simply state , and she doesn't stop to smile while taking care of it.