With disdain

"Have you forgotten your place, bitch?" he asks coldly, stopping your advance as you stare at him anxiously.

"No sir," you quail, your voice trembling at his callous scorn. "I'm sorry sir...I thought...I thought..."

"Don't think, bitch. You're not equipped for it. You're equipped for sucking and fucking and rutting and whoring. Now crawl over here and tell me what you're good for."

"Sir..."

"What did you call me, bitch?"

"I'm sorry...Master. Must I crawl, Master? My knees are sore."

"Stand where you are bitch," he snaps, rising and walking to you. You quiver as he stares into your face for a moment than cry out in shock as he slaps your face with moderate ****. "You are an insolent sow. You are unworthy of being possessed by me." You sob, holding your hand to your face, your heart feeling leaden with dismay.

"No...no...Master, please," you whimper, sinking to your knees. "I will crawl, Master. I was wrong to disobey you Master. Please allow me to crawl to you."

He returns to his chair and leans back, looking at you with cruel disdain. You crawl towards him, biting your lip in supplication, your eyes wet and submissive. When you reach his feet, you start to rise, your hands reaching for his pants.

He slaps you again, sneering at you as you cry out in degraded shame. "On your hands and knees, pig. You have not earned the privilege of my cock yet."

"I'm sorry Master," you sob brokenly. "What must I do?"

"Clean my shoe with your tongue."

Shocked by the demand you hesitate for a moment, then bend your head and lick his shoe, slowly lapping at the leather, looking up at him as you comply. "Will you forgive me Master?" you ask softly.

"I'll consider it." You try to suppress a smile as you keep licking and looking up at him. You stroke his ankle as you lick.

"Do you promise to consider it?"

His answer is to reach down and slap your bare ass with a resounding smack that makes you squeal and starts you hot nectar flowing again..

"I promise you nothing, bitch. Nothing except punishment if you are not fully compliant."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master," you reply with a choked little sob as you continue to lick his shoe.

"What are you good for, bitch? What are meant for? Tell me."

"Licking and sucking Master. Fucking and whoring. It's what I'm good for Master, it's what I want to be good at for you, Master. Every day Master." The words pour out of you in flood, your mind seeming to have no control of your mouth. You look up at the cold, remorseless smile on his face and hope that your submission has reached him, and that he will not carry out his threat to leave you naked and helpless in an alley.

With a soft whimper of excited dismay you keep licking his shoe, wriggling to show off your lush and naked body, willing to **** yourself as much as you have to.