Kick Him

You've had enough. With a swift motion, you kick him straight in the balls. He falls to the ground in agony, as you sit down on the couch above him.

"Take off my shoes." You order him, resting your high heels on his chest as he gasps for breath. "I've got another few kicks in me if you don't start behaving."

He scrambles to unclasp your black strapped high heels, and you feel them release. You wiggle your toes, and slowly pull your feet out.

"Miss Gomez!" he starts to protest, but you stomp your right heel down on his face, and he shuts up again, his face contorting in pain.

"Don't speak unless I tell you to." You order again, fed up with his excuses. "Now rub my feet."

He doesn't respond, but gives a slight nod to inform you he understands.

He takes your right foot in his hands, and begins to run his fingers down your silky smooth sole, watching you intently to avoid any future beatings.

Your feet are smooth and soft, and yesterday's pedicure is more than noticeable. Your perfect toenails are painted black to match your heels, and your young toes are pink and moist. There's a thin layer of sweat on your soles and toes, causing your feet to appear the shade of cotton candy. It's understandable, your feet are still hot from the hour long show you just performed.

As you look down at the man running his fingers between your sweaty pink toes, it occurs to you that he might call the police, or get you in trouble for this. You wave the thought away when it dawns on you that you're much more important than he is, and any action against you would be suicide for his business.

You begin to relax as he rolls his fingertips over the ball of your foot, and you casually wonder how many people would die to be in the position that he's in right now. You have millions of fans, tons of them must be foot fetishists, and most of them would surely love to be under your feet.

You discreetly take a couple of pictures of him, with your bare feet resting mere inches away from his face, in case you need some **** for later.

Glancing back down at him as you put your phone away, he looks intrigued by your feet but you can't tell if you're imagining it or not... You wiggle your toes and it seems to shake him out of his trance.

"Now can I go?" the man looks up at you, defeated.