You curl into a ball on the floor and raise up one hand. Holding back tears you whimper.
"Please...please stop"
Miss Locke has no pity for you however, and cruelly stomps on your face, grinding her high heel into your cheek.
"You try to **** me, and now you think begging will save you? You really have underestimated me boy"
You just lie there and accept her ****, rather than risk angering her even more. She plants her shoe onto your lips.
"Show me the respect I deserve" She commands, and you're pretty sure you know what she means. You pucker up and plant a succession of kisses on the sole of her shoe. You blush and feel your cock start to strain against your pants.
"Good" she states, yet your reward for obeying her is a swift kick to the ribs, forcing you to unfurl onto your back. Laid out flat, the tent in your trousers is obvious. It's hardly impressive in size but Miss Locke notices it all the same.
"Why am I not surprised?" She asks, but your dare not answer. She plants her foot onto your cock, delicately this time, and begins to slowly grind her foot against it, forcing pleasure and a fair bit of pain upon you. "This is what you wanted right? Well, almost" She laughs. "It's definitely the best you're going to get, and far more than you deserve."
You whimper softly as she increases the pressure on your dick, but a harsh look from Miss Locke silences any protestation, and to your shame she is steadily bringing you closer to the edge. After just a couple minutes of this **** you fear you might be about to burst.
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