Shoe love

It was surprising Ulla had this much willpower left.

…Nah, no it wasn’t. With her personality… I had a feeling she would capable of outbursts like that even at +100.

Nobody had spoken after her little yell. There was an awkward silence all around.

She was still kneeling down, gritting her teeth at me. I was trying to come up with ideas what to do about her.

And it finally came to me.

“Stand up,” I said. With my serious voice.

The shaking bunny girl got on her feet, a bit clumsily. As she did, her crotch area was nearly on my eye level. And my nose level.

The stench of… sex… was unmistakable.

This woman was in **** need of some serious satisfaction.

The smell was in nice contrast to her face, which still tried its best to look angry.

“Now… was that little shout really necessary? Do you think I’m going to stop because of that?”

“…Jack- Boss… You’ve got no r-right to… Don’t make them…. Do that. It’s… sick. They’ve got nothing to do with this… with my… discipline, okay?”

I didn’t even have to get up from the bench. Her blonde hair was long enough, so that I could forcibly pull her face next to mine. Like a little marionette.

“Ow!”

“You stupid bitch. They’ve got everything to do with your discipline. You need to see what happens to arrogant little feminists who dare to defy men. Who dare to defy ME. They are here, standing in front of me, because of your bullshit. They’re here because of you. Got it?”

The fire in her eyes died down a little.

She actually looked like she felt guilty.

Then… a defeated little nod. (ULLA: +1SP) (+59SP)

I let go off her hair and she quickly stood back up. Kara and Abigail were still staring at us in silent terror.

“But hey. I’m still feeling generous. And this whole thing is about your decisions. I’m going to make you choose again. Choice number one. They don’t have to spit on each other, and I’ll let them go… If you allow them to spit on you. On your face. 10 times each.”

Ulla looked almost physically ill at hearing that. Huh. I wonder where her compassionate spirit suddenly disappeared to.

“Or… We forget about your little outburst and you get back to cleaning my shoes. And you’ll also get a plus point.”

Ulla closed her eyes, really thinking it over.

I was making the selfish choice extra easy for her. And she knew it too.

But I guess it was kinda telling that she avoided looking at the two topless feminists behind her. It was clear what her decision was going to be.

Then… as she had done before…

Her fighting spirit gave away to her need for comfort.

She began lowering herself at my feet, before I stopped her by grabbing her waist. (ULLA: +2SP) (+61SP) She looked at me in confusion.

“Okay. So you’ve chosen. That’s a plus point. But. When I talk about cleaning my shoes, I really mean cleaning my shoes. Do you understand what I mean?”

She blinked a few times, as the grim reality sat in.

“…you… mean, that I…. …..please, no….”

“Say what you mean. Clearly.”

It took every inch of her pride to say what she was about to say.

“please… don’t make me… lick your shoes,” she said as she closed her eyes, and somehow managed to utter the words through her teeth. (ULLA: +1SP) (+62SP)

I let out a small laugh.

“Nah, I know a more effective method.”

Her crotch was still on my eye level. Before she could react, my hand pushed the rubbery suit’s crotch area to the side.

She shrieked and quickly tried covering it, but I slapped her hands aside.

The waft of odors was even stronger now… And visually, it was like someone had poured a bucket of water over her excited pussyfolds. The place radiated hotness and wetness like it was a damn swamp.

As for the pussy itself… Since it was the first time I saw it so close…

Kudos for creeping her pubes trim at least. At least she wasn’t the kind of “let it grow wild and free”-type of feminist.

I had to feel it for myself. I carefully placed my hand on her groin, and she shrieked again.

“Shut up bitch, or I’m giving you ten minus points.”

That shut her up. Even though her eyes still kept screaming.

…or did they? The longer I held my hand there, the less panicked she looked… and the more her eyes almost began rolling back in her head.

Like she was surrendering to the pleasure, or something.

“Damn! My bunnyslut sure is on fire! I might get a second degree burn by doing this!”

I made sure Kara and Abigail heard me as well.

“G-g-g-g-eet yooouurrrrr… h-h-handd….”

It was like Ulla lost all her abilities to communicate verbally.

But hey, she had been orgasmically blocked for a good while now.

I bet even this felt like a burst of rain in the middle of a desert.

I took my wet, sticky fingers off her sex, and wiped it against her suit.

“Oh yeah. You’re a proper little water dispenser now. We can use that as cleaning liquid. Put your crotch against my shoe.”

She was breathing so hard I’m not sure she even heard me.

“N-no, th-this… But- This doesn-doesn’t make s-s-sense, I’m a lesb-“

“Pussy on my shoe. NOW.”

Saying that last part a bit louder seemed to wake her up from her own thoughts.

She looked so confused… so needing… so ****…

So pliable.

I didn’t want to push her down.

I wanted her to do it on her own.

And…

She did.

Very slowly… While still looking at me with… More reverence, I guess?

Her legs did a cute little split as she carefully, and tenderly…

Placed her hot crotch against my leather shoe. (ULLA: +3SP) (+65SP)

She let out a cute, involuntary moan as she settled against my leg.

Never thought I’d call something Ulla did “cute”, but… There was no other word for it.

She was holding on to my leg for balance, unsure what to do next.

“Now. Rub your moist little cunt against my shoe.”

She opened her mouth.

I’m sure she wanted to say “no”, but then she would have to give a reason.

And the reason was….

She was so wound up… that she was scared that she might cum on my shoe. And it might be the most embarrassing and humiliating moment of her life.

But so would be even acknowledging that possibility.

“What are you waiting for? Start cleaning it, bunnyslut.”

A small whimper escaped from her lips. Her hot, sweaty lips.

“NOW.”

My thunderous voice was too much for her.

Then I felt it.

Her crotch was moving up and down my shoe. (ULLA: +2SP) (+67SP)

The heat from her pussy was so ****, I could feel it through the leather.

And it took only two movements before her heavy breathing turned into quiet, sensual moans.

She was so weak now, that she had to hug my leg as she did this. And I could feel her **** sweaty body burning through my pants.

The tent in my pants was visible to all.

And she rubbed, sweated, moaned, leaked…

…

Oh yeah.

The… two women were still standing in front of me,

Damn. They missed another good chance to escape. What Ulla was doing right now… was pretty much stealing all my focus.

But… I wasn’t done with them… no.

It seems like even they couldn’t look away from what Ulla was doing. So I had to snap my fingers to get their attention back to me.

“Yeah, you two… Let’s get this over with.” A bigger moan from Ulla. Never mind. I had to focus on these two. “Five spits. On each other’s bodies. Get to it.”

…Nothing.

They briefly looked at each other, but my order wasn’t convincing enough.

I sighed loudly.

“Look. You both know you are nowhere near my level, right? I’m a fuckton more powerful and smarter than you are, and you don’t want to anger me anymore than you already have. I mean just look at her.” I pointed at Ulla, who had now closed her eyes, and seemed to be locked inside her own head as she rhythmically pushed and pulled her body up and down my shoe. “She was a powerful feminist writer just two weeks ago, and my rival, and I reduced her to this. If you piss me off for one more second, I’ll make you into my next projects. So you better not keep me waiting anymore.”

Kara and Abigail looked at each other again, this time more seriously.

Their synchronized sighs gave them a nice, wordless way to communicate that both of them were now willing to take one step further down the humiliation ladder.

They turned to each other.

“Good. Very good. Now. For first two spits… Aim at each other’s tits. Specially the nipple.”

Two synchronized groans, but no further protestations.

Ulla was biting her lip now.

I bet this was her o-face.

Except she would get no release. Not yet, anyway.

The two were now swishing the saliva in their mouths.

“Oh yeah. Before you spit… I want you to call each other names. Let’s make this lesson really… stick.”

Angry sideway glances.

I wondered which one would dare to start?

…Apparently, Abigail.

“You… stupidhead.” (ABIGAIL: +1SP) (+29SP)

After that lame insult, she finally let her spit fly. (ABIGAIL: +6SP) (+35SP)

It was even sadder than that. It missed the tits completely, and landed on Kara’s pants.

“ewwww…” Kara moaned.

“Your next one better hit the tits, or I’m doubling the amount spits you have to do. Also, the same goes for the insults. Make it actually humiliating. Or sexy. Or both. Nothing lame like what you said. Okay, Kara. You go next.”

Now poor Kara had to think.

What could she call her friend that would satisfy me and not their friendship at the same time?

Ulla was humping against my leg now. With increasing intensity.

I tried my best to focus on the spitters, but it was damn hard.

It’s guess it’s kinda weird living two **** fantasies at the same time.

My only fear was that I might die of happiness.

“…you… whore?” (KARA: +2SP) (+28SP)

I gave an approving nod.

Not fully what I wanted. She formed it more like a question, and Abigail didn’t seem that offended. But it was an okay start.

PTOOIE!

She really put some effort in that spit. (KARA: +7SP) (+35SP)

There was about four feet between the women, so it needed some strength to fly all the way there.

Why weren’t they closer? I don’t know.

I guess this situation was uncomfortable enough that they felt that they needed their own spaces.

This time the spit landed on Abigail’s body.

In her navel area.

“eugh…” Abigail whined.

I bet she wanted to wipe it off. But one look from me told her to still keep her hands behind the back of her head.

“Fucking seriously? Unless both of you hit tits with your next tries we’re gonna be here all day. And get more personal with the insults. You can do better. Show me that women can even do this one thing, for Christ’s sake.”

Ulla’s rushing against my foot was starting to get so intense, I could feel my whole body shaking.

…I didn’t really mind.

“Kara… You’re a… fucking slut,” Abigail suddenly spoke. (ABIGAIL: +1SP) (+36SP)

This time, I could see Kara’s eyes widening a bit.

This one actually hit.

…or maybe the “whore” hit as well, and this was Abigail’s retaliation?

PTOOIE!

Either way, the spit was in the air once more.

This time it had a higher, more healthier-looking arc…

And it landed…

SPLAT!

Right on Kara’s cleavage!

Maybe not officially “tits”, but good enough!

Kara was so disgusted, it was like she tried backing away from her own chest.

The spit was running down between her hot, sweaty boobs.

“Bravo! First goal of the day! And Kara, please….”

“You.. you… stupid fucking feminist, you got us into this!”

Woah. All of a sudden, Kara wasn’t holding back anymore.

“ME? But it’s you-“

Before Abigail could finish, Kara had already taken her shot.

PTOOIE!

It was fast, sharp one.

Like something from an assassin’s rifle.

Hitting…

Abigail’s left nipple!

“Bullseye!” I shouted excitedly.

I accidentally lifted my shoe from excitement… The one that Ulla was practically having sex with.

I almost penetrated Ulla’s pussyhole with its tip.

She threw her head back and was ready to explode all over my shoe.

She didn’t, though.

The desperation and confusion in her eyes was quite something.

Not yet, bitch.

There were six spits left.