Miss Strict Says . . .

This is a thank you to Domina Dea for inviting me to her tea party.  Click on the shoe.

Shoe Slut Fun by Miss Strict

Imagine a tea party with 4 beautiful ladies on a sunny afternoon enjoying each others company and sharing tawdry tidbits. There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

It was you … there to do a service, examine the table legs. It said so right on your card, Table legs examined free. Ha, free. Not only that, it says free estimates! Satisfaction guaranteed.

You wasted no time in starting your job. In fact, you were a little too enthusiastic. For a few minutes, none of us knew you were there, until, Lady Tori put a hand to her lips and her eyes widened! I looked under the table to see if it was the hostess’ dog. Nope, it was sitting right next to me waiting for crumbs.

We continued talking and then I felt something brush MY legs!   The dog was still sitting next to me. I let you lick the bottom of my shoes. They were new and I walked up the gravel walkway to the house. I wasn’t going to kick a gift horse in the mouth. After you were done with mine, you must have moved to the next woman, and then the next…that is until the hostess peaked under the table and saw you on your back! Your tongue was reaching for Miss Margrit’s foot!

Did you even notice the laughter? Your face was as flush as a sunburned baby’s butt. She dragged you out from under the table by your feet onto the middle of the floor. Your mouth was open in a big O. Oh yes, it was big enough to stuff a foot in it. But that’s what you wanted. You wanted our feet in your mouth, starting with the shoes.

She was already barefoot except for her stockings and pressed and rubbed the sole of her foot on your face and mouth. I touched your crotch with my freshly polished, by your tongue, leather heels.

“Let’s pull HIS shoes off!”

and off came the shoes, then the socks, and yes, then the pants.

One of the ladies placed her shoe right over your nose. We could see your eyes roll back in your head. We poked and prodded you with our feet until we tired. We dragged you back under the table to do some REAL service while we continued our lunch.

Our hostess passed the tea and cookies all around. The shortbread was sinful and the Mexican cookies divine but what was even more special was the tonguing you were providing under the table. I never thought it was possible to get a warm wet foot massage with someone’s tongue. How did you manage to squeeze in between my toes without putting a run in my stockings? However you did put a run in the hostess’ stocking. I don’t think she particularly liked that no matter how good your tongue bath was.

For a whole hour you were licking and inhaling our feet while peeking up our skirts. Surely you knew us each by smell. It was time for a quiz.

Did you like the pantyhose blindfolds? I thought it was brilliant myself. Somehow all our shoes were in a pile. It was a challenge to figure out whose shoes were whose. You were to supposed to put the shoes on the right person by smell. The hostess had the baby taser. When you made a mistake, you got zapped. How many times was that? I lost count, but it was a lot of fun to watch.

The entertainment was great, the foot massage sublime, but it was time for you to go. I’m sure the hostess will find some more furniture legs that will need inspection in the future. I want to be there when you return … shoe slut.