Novel & Cerita Lick My Shoes

She glared. Mikey’s eyes widened, “Nana, drop the shoe.” He put his hands up, slowly backing away. “I was just joking.” He chuckled nervously. My eyes widened as her hand pulled back further and she looked like she really was going to fly her heel at him. I moved to the side and made sure I was out of the way. Not wanting to be hit with her expensive black heels. This is not what I was expecting to see in the life of the rich and famous.

When he gets to my feet, I hear him click his tongue in disapproval. “What?” I ask, turning my head a little to peak at him as he kneels at my feet and bends my leg at the knee, lifting my shoe high. Jackson gives me a dubious look. “These shoes are ridiculous, Clark.” I burst out laughing, delighted. “They are very fashionable and very expensive, McClintock.” He grins at me and shakes his head, his fingers making fast work of the little buckle around my ankle. “They offer no traction, and I don’t see how you can run in them –“

Monica cried out in shock before striking me across my face, " You Bitch! What have you done? You have ruined my everything! " I looked down in puzzlement. So far I walked off carefully and didn't see anything to stumble over. Monica pointed at her shoes furiously, " Lick my shoes off clean. Do you know the price? Even your whole existence is cheaper than those shoes." I refused to go along since I did nothing wrong, " It wasn't intentional. Besides I am wondering how I slipped off here in plain land! " Monica insisted on humiliating me, becoming more furious since I refused to bow,

Mich yelled. I ignored him and didn't come out till the next three minutes. He had a scowl on his face, but the moment he saw me, it dissolved into an expression I couldn't read. Then he turned to Sammy and his quiet colleague. “Give her the heels. Has it arrived?" Sammy's colleague got up and produced a pack of shoes from a high shelf. Oh my. The design was damn unique. A black six-inch heel, its strap made of two rows of three large, fancy glittering stones, flexibly connected.

He hangs my shoe over one finger and dangles it in front of me. “I'll trade it for a dance.” He offers. “You're ridiculous.” I counter. He just shrugs at me again. I try to take a step forward but stumble. I slip my other shoe off and hold it in one hand. I step forwards again and attempt to snatch my other shoe back from Bellamy. He holds it up above my head and he's too tall for me to reclaim it. I refuse to make a fool of myself trying to get my shoe back so I just glare at him, my arms crossed over my chest. He raises an eyebrow at me.

I smile sheepishly again turning to face her, she doesn't spare me a glance but I speak " Um.... Anna could you grab me a cup of water? " The glare she gives me send me slouching in my chair, looking away like a reprimanded child. I hear the banging of plates in the kitchen, like hard banging. She eventually bring me the water. I smile at her collecting the cup and setting it on the table muttering a thank you. I am so not taking that water. I decide to stroll out of the house. I walk out barefoot, loving the feel of the warm and wet ground?! I mutter a curse, looking for the source only to see the deed. My shoes are all soaked! My expensive fucking shoes. Every damn thing

"Yeah, I mean, It felt like something is not right and that I shouldn't get involve with that fly- with that Froilan." "... You got a good intuition then." The corner of my lips twitched. "Yes. I definitely-" Cluck. Huh? Gavin and I stopped walking when a 'cluck' echoed heard a 'cluck' coming from my shoes. I slightly look down to see my broken pointed heels. I groaned. "What? What's the matter?" I quickly looked up with calm expression as I innocently look at him. "It's nothing." Holding back a sigh, I manage to remain calm as I

He crossed his legs and put the tip of his shoe near my face. "Kiss my shoe and apologize." My body was shaking with rage. I was prepared to spit on his shoe, but his eyes narrowed as if he could read my thoughts. "If you spit, I'll make you lick it off." He eased my head down and I kissed his shoe. My tears splashed on his shoe. They weren't tears of shame or grief from this debasement. No. They were tears of fury. A promise of retribution. I didn't think, I just did. I dug into his ankle with my nails, piercing his skin relentlessly, satisfied with the blood.

There were about ten cubby’s per row and seven rows with all of them full. I sighed at the task of not only polishing each shoe but making sure I did it to perfection. I grabbed a pair and slumped crossed-legged on the floor and began polishing away, trying to get them to shine and sparkle as much as possible. Time slipped by as I quietly cleaned each pair, my stomach gurgling, tempting me to take a bite of my sandwich, but I was much too scared that I’d take it out and with my first bite Lyra would walk in and be furious. There’s no way she’d want to see you eating when you’re supposed to be polishing her precious shoes! She’d probably rip off my fingers if she thought I’d get a crumb on he

You see he enjoyed humiliation and I enjoyed humiliating him. At that point, I sat down in the armchair beside me, watching him intently and ordered him to wipe my shoes with his tongue. Knowing how severely I could have punished him for disobeying me or even just imagining it, he comes over and licks my shoes. They are mid-thigh high black leather boots. He licks them all. I see his cock growing higher and higher pulsating with raw energy. He is happy. Suddenly, he coughs and coughs on my boots. “Tsk, tsk.” I say, shaking my head continuing, “It's not okay”