Worshiping The Bitch Goddess, Fiction From Washington
You may spend the next hour or so worshiping me. You'll start with my shoes, kissing and licking, first the bottoms, then the uppers, finish with the straps. When they are complete and their entire surface has received your reverent attention you'll remove them from my beautiful feet.
Those same gorgeous feet will then command your full attention. Your mouth, your lips, and your tongue will give them the finest, most gentle massage imaginable. Your soul will become fully obsessed with my feet, I want your concentration on them so focused that they alone become your entire world.
Eventually the desire of my feet for your attentions will be satisfied. Your focus will then move to my legs. You will honor my long and slender legs with your devotions, your kisses, your soft licks. Slowly, ever so slowly you will move up these objects of your devotion, ensuring that not a single part of their tight skin goes without your loving attention. You will stop at the top of my stockings, right below my beautiful ass and divine cleft.
Your journey up my stockings complete, you will respectfully and reverently remove the fasteners holding them to my garter belt. You will softly and gently slide the stockings off my legs and from my feet. With awe you will remove the garter belt from my body.
My feet and my legs now gloriously nude, you will begin again.
Eventually your ministrations will have moved up my body to my thong panty. Your worship will continue all along that border between silk and skin. Your lips and tongue will delight to dwell at that border, kissing, licking, worshiping. You will never however cross it. My panty will for you be like an impenetrable steel wall, a wall forever separating you from that which would grant you eternal bliss.
If you cross that border you will find nothing but pain and unimaginable punishment. If you respect it I may, I just might, maybe, I'll allow you to cum.