Her feet kissed

The girl is clearly drawing it out just to see the despair on your face. Still, it is working, because time is ticking away, and you do not want to think what the punishment for failing would be, if the first task is about to leave you naked in the middle of the city.

"Fiiiiine, I'll do it" she finally says. "You can strip and then you can kiss my feet and then you can run to your Master. Or Mistress, I suppose. I'll even let you take a photo of me with your clothes as proof that you didn't just bin them." You do not stop to think about the humiliation of kissing a teenager's feet out in the open, naked and grateful for it all; in fact, you try very hard not to think at all. Instead you put your handbag down onto the pavement and start stripping as fast as you can, nearly tearing a button off your blouse when its turn comes. The streets are nearly empty now after the earlier rush, but the few people around do not fail to look at you, and you hear gasps and whistles. You also catch the words "KinkMatch" and "KM", which relaxes you... At least as much as anything can relax you when you are tugging down your underwear in as public a place as they get.

"Good girl", the small redhead grins as you take off and pass her the last piece of your attire. The rest of it is already cramped up in her arms. "Down you go now." She tries to make a downward gesture, but her hands are too full. You have to lower your hands which snapped to your body to cover your pussy and your erect nipples the moment they could as you get on all fours. The imperfections of the pavement dig painfully into your knees, but you barely notice it. The feeling of the cool air on your cheeks, which become the highest part of your body as you reach down to the schoolgirl's shoes, is much more urgent.

If your breasts were any bigger, your nipples would be brushing the pavement. Your give the top of the girl's left foot a peck through the open top of her shoe, but immediately realise that will not be enough. Still, you cannot linger for too long now so after a couple more kisses and licks you move to her right foot and proceed to do the same. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest as you stand back up to your full height, naked in the middle of the street. You cannot look up at the girl's face, your cheeks burning with humiliation.

"Well, this was fun," she says. "Do you want to snap a photo of me then and run along?" She strikes a comic pose, your clothes filling her hands. You quickly do that, nearly dropping your phone as you pull it out of your bag. "Th-thank you," you stutter, returning the phone to its place. "Bye!" The girl grins and you start quickly walking back to where you left Martha. You know there is no point to keep an arm across your boobs or your bag over your pussy, but you cannot help doing that. The precious seconds are ticking away.