Yes

I decide that obedience is the best way to approach this. "Yes, please." I answer, and my face cannot be one of acceptance or obedience, but more of apprehension and confusion. I don’t mind this pudding concoction Jane intends to make, but how will she serve it to me?

I see Jane smile. Not only this, but I watch as the pudding ingredients hovering above her hand begin to mix together. After a little telekinetic mixing, I see this mud pie that she is talking about. Then I watch my pristine floral running sneakers hover over. I’m still not sure what she’s getting at, but I didn’t have time to tell her that I keep my sneakers clean by only running on pavement and being careful where I stepped when outside, that way the floral patterns remained colorful, and the white base color of the shoes remained white.

I decide to speak up, but I feel a frog in my throat as a revelation hits me. She wants a cleaning demonstration, and she’s making her own mud. I now have an idea of what she’s planning, and my first thought is a bit of disgust, but then I rethink the situation. I remember that toe curling, earth shattering, life changing, maximum pleasure, screaming in ecstasy orgasm that she gave me not too long ago, and I tell myself that just about anything she wants me to do is worth it, if she gives me that feeling again, even if that is eating gummy worms that came from my ass, or eating chocolate pudding from the bottom of my sneakers. I’m still curious where my worn socks come into play, but I shrug off my curiosity, as I will find out soon enough. I am now fully prepared and mentally ready for whatever she can throw at me, and I will be her little obedient puppy if that’s what it takes. I just adore seeing Jane use her powers, and I’m glad that I don’t have to hide my arousal anymore. If me being her plaything is a way to see her use more of her powers, and to get more incredible orgasms, bring it on.

I watch as Jane finishes her preparation by sandwiching her pudding concoction with my cute floral sneakers, smooshing the ball of mud pie with their soles, squeezing together so that mud pie finds its way to every crevice of the rubber outsole. Here we go, I tell myself, this could be worse, it could be actual mud. I laugh to myself. Who would have thought this is what I’d be doing today?

“So, how do you expect me to demonstrate cleaning my sneakers?” I ask, but I know the answer.

“With your mouth of course! That’s why I made you this yummy mud pie.” Jane answers.

“Well, they have to be cleaned somehow.” I saw, and shrug. It could be a lot worse. My sneakers were fairly clean before Jane made a mess of the soles with pudding, and it’s only pudding, and if she were to serve this to me in a bowl, I would enjoy it!

“Aww now that’s the spirit!” Jane says, as my sneakers finish squishing the mud pie between their soles, and begin hovering towards me. My right sneaker floats to my face and gently taps its pudding covered sole on my nose, leaving a small drop of pudding. “Boop!” Jane says, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Very funny Jane.” I say, and I reach my hand up to wipe the pudding off of my nose with my index finger, then stick my finger into my mouth to suck the pudding off.

“Alright now, I want these sneakers to be cleaner than when I started! If I find any trace of pudding left over, there will be punishment.”

I look at Jane, and then to the pudding covered soles of my sneakers, that are now floating conveniently in front of my face, so that I don’t have to move much to reach them. I get straight to work, starting by pursing my lips widely, and moving then close to the pudding so that I can begin sucking the pudding from the shoes. Once the majority of the pudding is clear, I’ll move to using my tongue to lick it off, like an ice cream cone.

I continue with my cleaning task, and about 10 minutes later, the sole of my right sneaker looks almost perfectly clean again, save for the saliva from my mouth, and one very stubborn crevice that would not allow me to take the pudding and Oreo crumb concoction from it. I reach a hand up and try to use my fingers to help, but my hand doesn’t get close to the sneaker before I feel it pinned down against the bed. “Ah ah ahhh, no hands! Only your mouth is allowed.” Jane says, as she wags a finger back and forth at me. Very well, I say to myself, and continue to work my mouth around this crevice to try and get the stubborn bit.

After another minute of work, I am successful, and look with pride at the perfectly clean sole of my sneaker! I look at Jane with a smile as she mentally turns the sneaker around in the air so she can inspect the sole. “Very good! One down, one to go.” She says, but I can tell by her smile that she’s up to something.

I decide not to bother thinking about it, and proceed to the left sneaker, and begin cleaning its sole, just as I did with the right sneaker’s sole. I start the same way, sucking up as much pudding off of the sole as I can, slurping down gummy worms as I get to them. This time, to be funny, Jane uses her powers to make the worms that are sticking out of the pudding wriggle, so it looks like they are alive. I giggle as I place my lips on a wiggling gummy worm, and suck it into my mouth.

Not long after, I begin using my tongue to lick the sole clean, and this time there is no stubborn crevice that keeps a portion of the pudding from me. After a little more licking, the lattice design of the sole is now perfectly clean again, and I smile at Jane, as she uses her mind to turn the left sneaker and inspect it. “Well done!” Jane says, “I don’t see any pudding remaining on these sneakers. You are quite good with your mouth.”

“That wasn’t so bad, it was yummy!” I reply with a smile. “I’m glad I got all of the pudding!”

“Not so fast, I need to do a white glove test first, or rather, a pink sock test.” Jane says, and laughs.

I watch as one of my pink socks wipes all along the sole of my right sneaker, like a rag used to clean up the kitchen, and once it has covered every bit of the sole, it floats to Jane. Jane nods, and the sock then floats to my left sneaker and repeats the process. The sock hovers over to Jane, and she nods again.

“Very good, you managed to get all of the pudding off of your sneakers.” Jane says, and I smile, hoping for a reward. “However,” my heart sinks, “you weren’t able to get all of the pudding.” My other sock floats to my face, and wipes my lips like a napkin, and I see it immediately as my sock floats away from my face: chocolate pudding. I didn’t know she meant all of the pudding in its entirety!

“Jane, that’s not fair! Please! I cleaned both of my sneakers using my mouth, just like you wanted!”

“I’m sorry Olivia, I told you the rules, and I found a trace of pudding after you finished, so now…you will be punished.” Jane says, extending a finger towards me.