Stay beneath the couch

You took a deep breath in and tried to flatten yourself out as small as possible so you could not be seen. The red heeled woman slowly walked into the centre of the room, her glossy red stilettos shining inches from your face. For a moment your captured by them, hypnotized as your **** to stare at them, so close to your face. Slowly, she took a seat on the couch you're hiding under. You feel it sink above you, forcing you to flatten out more. The woman slowly begins to sway her legs, dangling the red heels from her toes as her feet shimmer in the light. You feel drawn to this moment like you have forgotten every other purpose in life. All you see now is what's ahead of you, this powerful woman subtly dangling her red heels from her gorgeous feet.

Suddenly, she drops one heel as it comes crashing down landing just millimeters from your face. You see the insole of the shoe, the scuffed marks where her feet have rested probably dozens of times. You are **** to inhale this woman's heel as there was no way you could maneuver your body to avoid this. Your nose is basically trapped inside it, filling your sense of smell with sweaty aromas. You think that this woman would rescue you, bend down and pick her own heel up but instead she simply ignores it.

Finally after what seemed like hours, she moves the heel with her foot and instead of putting it back on, she just dangles her foot from the edge of the couch. It swings in front of you, the sole of this unknown yet powerful woman who holds all the control as you sit there idly beneath the couch, remaining still **** not to be seen. you catch the glimpse of her white nail varnish that make her feet look just that much better.

As she places both feet back down on the cold wooden floor, an urge inside you begins to stir. You feel your pulse thicken, your heart drop and your eyes water. You feel drawn to this mystery woman's feet, like this is your place all along. Your submissiveness is slowly getting the better of you as now the feet sit in reaching distance. No...kissing difference.