Foot worship

Clara curled her toes as she looked down at Reinette, lying submissively beneath her. She caught her eye, a slight smile on the blonde's face as she accepted her fate. Clara lifted her foot slightly, relieving the pressure on Reinette's chest, and swung it slowly up until it hovered over her face.
"Kiss it."
Her words came not as a request but an order. She wondered for a moment if this would be too far, and Reinette would mount another counter-attack in protest, but she had no need to worry. Reinette lifted her head, her cute little nose rubbing against Clara's sole as her soft lips planted a kiss on her heel.
"Keep going."
Reinette complied, another kiss, then another. Clara slowly lowered her foot, pressing it gently against her victim's face. Reinette seemed unphased, her head dropping back to the floor as she worked her way up the foot, reaching her hands up now to hold it as well. Clara wiggled her toes, stroking them against Reinette's face as she kissed her way from the heel up to the ball of the foot. She reached Clara's toes and paused for a moment, their eyes meeting in mutual understanding. Without needing any words, Reinette parted her lips as Clara thrust her foot downwards, her big toe sliding smoothly into the blonde's mouth. Reinette sucked gamely on the toe, her tongue in her mouth licking around it as her hands massaged the rest of Clara's foot. After a moment she pulled her toe free, only to turn the foot to the side and push forward; again, Reinette closed her lips around the other toes, treating them with as much reverence as the first. Satisfied, Clara pulled her toes free once more before planting her foot on Reinette's face and pushing down, just enough to smother her a little. In the quiet of the side-room, she could hear her victim's shallow breath as she was **** to take in the musk of her foot. Finally, she removed her foot from Reinette's face, and turned to leave the room without another word.

"Satisfied?" the Doctor asked as Clara entered the TARDIS. She shut the door behind her, facing him with a grin.
"For the moment," she replied, walking up to the console. "But I bet we can find me someone else to fight." She paused, her eyes flicking to the screen in front of the Doctor, which showed a view of the same side room she'd just left.
"Were you watching this whole time?"
"Of course not," the Doctor replied. "I was just making sure history's still on track, you didn't leave anything behind. That's all."
"Whatever you say, Doctor," Clara replied wryly. "Let's call it a day for now. I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable." She wandered toward the wardrobe, heels in her hand.