Yes

“You really want to keep it, huh?” Clara held a few strands of Naomi’s hair between a couple of fingers and her thumb.

Naomi nodded, the best she could anyway with her head stuck in the pillory. her eyes getting teary as Clara relished in her unease. “Yes, Mistress Clara, please.” Her voice turned to a beg.

“Alright. But like you said. You’ll do anything. You belong to me until your master collects you tomorrow. You obey everything I say, with no backchat.”

“Yes, Mistress Clara, thank you so much.”

“Keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to open it.”

Naomi closed her mouth instantly, looking into Clara’s eyes as she approached.

“We’ll start with a kiss, and do it like you mean it,” Clara said. Their faces were so close now, and she leaned in, closing her eyes.

As their lips pressed together, Naomi’s mouth opened, allowing Clara’s tongue to enter her mouth and brush against her own. As she breathed in Clara’s mouth, she couldn’t help but feel a little aroused. A warm tingling feeling crept up the insides of her thighs, right to her clit and she felt herself getting wet as Clara continued to kiss her, brushing their tongues together roughly.

After a bit more kissing, Clara stood, unlocking the padlock and lifting the lid of the pillory. Naomi stood to her full height.

"Mmmm," Clara said. "You're nice and wet for me."

Clara walked into the middle of the room.

“Now get on all fours,” she said. “And crawl over to me like a good little bitch.”

Naomi still felt embarrassed at being here, naked, and now having to obey Clara’s orders. But something else stirred inside of her; following those orders made her a little horny.

As she dropped to her knees and began to crawl like a pet, she found that she was enjoying it in a sexual way. She wanted Clara. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be Clara’s ****, or whether it was just the heat of the moment, but whatever was happening now, she wanted it.

The floor was rough, but the way her heart raced and her blood warmed, Naomi coped just fine with the soreness on her knees.

She crawled over to Clara as the mistress admired her naked body, then pushed her foot forward.

“Now lick my boot.”

Naomi didn’t hesitate, immediately lowering her head and placing her tongue on the tip of Clara’s boot and licking the top of it. The leather tasted gross, but she kept going, not stopping in case Clara shaved all her hair off.

Her stupid hair got in the way and she pulled it behind her head.

Clara lifted the heel, resting her foot on the heel with the front of her boot raised. “Now lick the bottom of it.”

The bottom of Clara’s boot was much more unpleasant, as Naomi soon found out. She gagged as she got a tongue full of dust and a few hairs, which she spat out after gagging a couple of times.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Clara said.

Naomi quickly licked again, gulping the dust down and luckily there were no hairs this time.

“Maybe you’ll be a good **** after all,” Clara said as Naomi continued to lick her shoe, terrified of losing her hair. "Now suck on the heel like it's a big hard cock."

Naomi turned her head, sucking up and down on the heel of Clara's shoe, fitting it in as deep as it would go.