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07-19-2009, 7:59 PM
Part 1 - The developmental years.
Daisy and I met junior year in High School. We became friends almost immediately. She was a “Tomboy” packed into a pretty little 5 foot 4 inch frame weighing only 115 pounds back then. She has blonde hair and green eyes that can be very menacing when she wants something. I was 5 foot 11 inch geek even slightly over weight back then. Daisy was a cheerleader who never really found her way into any clicks and she played girls softball. I was in the chess and debate clubs as my High school claim to fame. After school we would hang out with other assorted rejects of the time usually just killing time or playing a game of pick up football in the park. Daisy would always be on the opposite team and it never failed that if she got the ball, she would out run most of us for the touch down. When I got the ball I usually went down like a sack of potatoes. Once and just once I managed to catch the ball and slip past Daisy on the muddy field after it rained all day the day before. I actually picked up ten yards before I tripped over my own two feet. Daisy was pissed. The very next play, I was unlucky enough to catch the ball again. Not only did Daisy tackle me hard sending me face down in the mud, she actually got up walked over to were I was laying and stepped on the back of my head pushing my face back into the mud. I left the field right after that and didn’t speak to her for two weeks even though she tried o apologize almost every day. I laugh about that these days when I think back about it.
Two years went by fast and Daisy went off to a four-year college, as did most of my friends. I went to a two-year school then found some office clerical work. I lost track of Daisy after she left for school but as fate would have it I ran into her five years later while shopping in a department store. Daisy was a drama and English major and when she got back home after school had a tough time finding a job. She was working in the department store making ends meet and living back home. We exchanged numbers and later that evening got caught up. Daisy told me she was having a devil of a time getting her resume out there and I of course volunteered to help. The very next night she came over to my apartment around 10 PM dressed in a white blouse, black pants and wearing two inch black pumps having just come from work. I poured her a glass of wine and we got talking about her career plans. She somehow lost direction in what se wanted to do and I found myself poking fun at her. It wasn’t long before a playful shoving match took place on my couch and I let her knock me to the floor. Instead of getting up I just lay there and told her she won. She laughed and told me to get up but I insisted she stand up and put one foot on my chest and raise her arms in victory like a real champ. She stood with her right foot on my chest, The heel of her two inch black pump solidly pressing down on my chest. I looked up at her and asked her doesn’t it feel good to win. She folded her arms across her chest and remained standing with her heel buried in my chest as she said, “If I real won I would be stepping on your face.” Without some much as a pause I told her to “bring it” and the next thing you know she moved her off my chest and positioned it right in the center of my face. The heel of her shoe resting over my mouth. “Now I feel like a winner, “ she said with a laugh. I just caught that menacing look in her eye for a second before she quickly took her foot off my face. She then looked down at me and said “Sorry, your aren’t going to stop talking to me again like you did when we played football that time”.
I lay on the floor and laughed and told her that I actually wasn’t mad at her back then, in fact I liked it a strange way. Daisy did not have the reaction to that confession that I thought she would. She stomped her heel on my groin and said” asshole I felt horrible for two weeks and it turns out you liked it. Don’t you fucken move off that floor, you owe me.” She stepped up on my chest as I was holding my balls and walked off into my kitchen. Less then a minute later she came back with one of my kitchen chairs and a dishtowel. She put the chair over my rib cage filled stepped up on my chest again as walked toward the end table by the couch, filled her wine glass and then sat down on the chair. She dropped the dishtowel by my face then told me to pick it up as she put her shoe back on my face. This time applying more pressure to the heel resting on my mouth. I finally had to open my mouth and let the heel of her shoe in.
“Start polishing my shoes asshole and you better suck all the dirt off my heel by the time I finish this wine or you won’t have any balls left after I get done with them” she commanded. Even though I was in a state of shock while gagging on the heel of her shoe, I remember thinking this was the Daisy I remembered. I ended up sucking on the heel of her right shoe for ten minutes while polishing it. She then took it out of my mouth got up refilled her glass and put me to work on her left shoe. The look on her face was amazing !!!! She was confident, in control, and wickedly sexy. After she finished her wine she removed her left shoe from my face and slammed both of her feet down on my chest. She looked down at me told me she was leaving now but would be back after work tomorrow with a different pair of shoes for me to polish and we would start working on her resume. She asked if I had a problem with that and I gasped “No Madam”. Daisy simply stood up on my chest after that, stepped off me and walked out the door. I just lay under that chair for an hour before I got up and went to rise my mouth out. The entire next day I was tiring to rationalize what happen. I made myself believe Daisy just had too much wine. She probably was embarrassed and I most likely will never hear from her again.
Daisy kept her promise actually showing up half an hour earlier then the night before. As soon as I opened the door she pretty much pushed me back into my kitchen. I offered her wine and she told me to get her a bottle of water. She had on a nice light yellow dress with brown cowgirl boots on. And she was carrying a large purse. I pulled a water of water from the frig and handed it to her as I when to sit down at the kitchen table. Daisy gave me that menacing look and said “ don’t make me kick you in the balls again.”
I didn’t ask any questions or even say a work I just got down on the kitchen floor and put one of the chairs over my stomach. Daisy smiled as she sat down and placed her cowgirl boots on my chest. She said, “ I brought you a present as she dug through her pocket book.” She pulled out a shoe shining rag that she tossed down by my head. Before I could retrieve it she had already placed her foot on my face. This time I didn’t bother to put up a fight I just opened my mouth wide and let her sink the heel of her boot deep in. It quickly became obvious the she had these boots for a while as I instantly tasted dirt which mixed with my saliva. I surprised myself my no longer having the need to gag as I did the night before. I went to work polishing her boot while letting the heel soak in my mouth. Daisy meanwhile pulled out a notebook and began writing almost feverishly at the kitchen table. First ten minutes pasted then fifteen then twenty. The pain from having Daisy’s boot heel in my mouth was getting unbearable. I actually began to tear up and had no choice but to lightly tap her boot begging for mercy hoping no worse fate would come my way. Daisy lifted her foot off of my face and placed it on my chest. She actually apologized, she had not been able to do as much work on her resume in six months a she was able to do in the last twenty minutes and just forgot about me. She asked if I wanted some water and I was just able to hoarsely say “yes please”. I watched as she slowly lowered the water bottle just over my lips then all of a sudden moved to the right and squirted water out of the bottle which formed a puddle just top the right of my head. Again she apologized but this time with some playfulness in her voice as she said “ I’ll get it” . With that she moved her right foot off of my chest and stepped in the water on the tile floor. She then brought the wet sole of her shoe up toward my mouth and said, “Lick it off”. I reacted like a man who had been without water for a week and just kept licking the sole of her boot. She actually giggled with excitement as she watched in amazement how my tongue ran across the sole of her boot. She stopped me after a minute to tap her shoe back in the puddle on the floor so I would continue on. The dirt just stuck to my tongue, as I tasted then grimy leather sole of her boot. I found I wasn’t even thinking about what was on the sole of her boot but rather her reaction to seeing me lick it, She just glowed as she sat in the chair watching me. Then all at once she pressed the sole of her boot to my mouth and told me just keep working my tongue, as she needed to get back to work on her resume. It took another half-hour before she took her right boot off my face only to put the heel of her left boot in my mouth to soak for a while. After about five minutes Daisy took her heel out of my mouth and told me to stick out my tongue. She cleaned the left sole of her boot by wiping it down my face, while reading her resume out loud. It was truly a work of art and she was very happy with it. After she finished she planted both of her boots on my chest and told me she thought of a few things. First she was a little disappointed that I did not put up any fight to her requests. She was kind of looking forward to kicking me in the balls again but cleaning the soles of her boots on my face and my tongue more then made up for it. Secondly she discovered how much she really craved having control and empowerment. It made her feel good and it showed on her resume. She decided that she would stop by after work on her way home every day until she got a new job or ran out of shoes to wear. Daisy told me to keep the shoe shine rag as I would need it a lot and that she would see me tomorrow night. She then packed up her notebook and stood up on my chest again. This time however rather then stepping right off of me, she stepped on my face first then off and headed out the door. I picked myself up off the floor and went into the bathroom to look in the mirror. My face was covered in dirt with very pronounced heel marks on it and my tongue was black. It took an hour to get cleaned up and I still could not get most of the marks off my face.
Daisy kept her promise and then some. She dropped by every day for the next three months. Most days it was right after work. She added a move or two to her routine. When she knocked on my apartment door, I unlocked it and waited on the floor just inside of the door. The first thing she would do after she stepped into my apartment was to step up on my chest and wipe her shoes. She would then turn to the left so she was facing me. I would stick my tongue out and she would continue to clean her shoes. This was actually much more difficult then being under a chair and Daisy was in no rush to step off of me. Once she finally did I had to take my position under the kitchen chair so Daisy could sit down. I of course would immediately go to work sucking on the heel of her shoe if they had a heel. Every so often Daisy would be on an early shift which meant she go to the gym after work or a jog or a hike. Those days where the worst for me. I would spend over an hour tracing the grooves of Daisy’s sneakers or hiking boots with my tongue trying to clean every inch. When would stand on me and wipe her sneakers or hiking boots on my face it felt like my skin was coming off my face. Daisy just loved to see me take whatever she could dish out. She would write cover letters or talk long distance to her friends on my phone while cleaning her shoes on my face. It actually got so bad that a female co-worker approached me at my desk one day while I was at work and asked what was it like to have your face used as a footrest. I pretended no to know what she was talking about but my face turn red which according to her did not help hide the tread marks that where already visible. I asked her if that was her version of being funny but she said all the women in the office were laughing every time I pasted by. None of the men ever caught on.
One Friday night just about 6 PM, not more then fifteen minutes after I got home I heard a knock on the door, it was Daisy. I didn’t have a chance to have dinner yet but I knew not to keep her waiting. I unlocked the door and laid down on the floor. Daisy walked in with these high-heeled black boots and a short black dress. She looked like a million bucks!!! For the first time ever as she was wiping her shoes on my chest I felt myself getting hard. I just hoped she would not see my boner pushing up my pants. She turned and faced me usual and began wiping the soles of her boots on my face. I began licking her soles almost feverishly hoping I would taste something that would repulse me and kill my boner but no such luck. Daisy saw the intensity that I was licking the soles of her boots with and said “Boy someone must be hungry”. She loved it and actually took extra time letting me have my fill but nothing could kill that dam boner. It fact looking up at her smiling face while I was licking those magnificent boots probably made it worse. When she did finally turn she noticed the bulge in my pants and giggled. My face was beat red and covered in mud when she looked down at me still lying under her feet. “OK what’s going on? “ she asked. I just lied there totally silent. “I hope you don’t think we are ever going to be more then friends, The only reason I am dressed this way is because I plan to go out on a date after I leave here.” She said. I finally choked out the words “ I understand and apologized claiming I could not help myself”. She smiled and said she can help. With that she walked right down my body in those beautiful boots and stood full weight on my boner. She began walking in place holding the wall for balance. At that moment I actually would have preferred to get kicked in the balls instead. She told me to just slap the floor when I could not take it any more and she would step off. That happened almost instantly and true to Daisy’s word she stepped off my cock onto my stomach and kept walking until she stood on my head. Once again she began walking in place, the soles of her shoes coming down on the side of my head. Her heels every so often were scratching my cheek. I began slapping the floor again with the palm of my hand hoping for more mercy. Daisy said, “make up your mind” and walked right back down my body. She began marching in place on my deflated cock again. This time I literally begged for mercy promising anything she wanted if she would stop. Daisy finally stopped walking in place and stood full weigh on my cock while leaning back on her heels. My balls where flatten like two pancakes. She looked down at me and said” The only thing I want is for you to remember your place. This is a special kind of friendship and your place is on the ground at my feet. Control your boners or I will.” And with that she started twisting her heel on my balls. I just slapped the floor and beg for mercy. Daisy finally stepped off of me and then kicked me in the side and told me to get in place in the kitchen. I rolled over still in pain but wasted no time getting to my kitchen and getting in place under the kitchen chair. I could tell Daisy was still very annoyed with me as she followed me into the kitchen. She sat down on the chair and just let her right boot fall on my face. I wasted no time sucking on the heel of her boot and quickly grabbed the shoe shine rag I kept under the kitchen table and started polishing the boot resting on my face. I felt Daisy’s body shift and knew was reaching for the phone on the kitchen table. She started talking to her college friend Janice who lived on the West Coast. I had spent over an hour under this chair before licking the sole of her shoe while she was on the phone with Janice in the past just talking gossip but this sounded different. Janice obviously knew Daisy was upset by the sound of her voice and I heard Daisy attempting to convince her everything was ok. Then something new happened, Janice must have asked Daisy where she was. Daisy responded” I over my friends place, you know the one who I walk all over and make lick my shoes. He is sucking on the heels of those black stiletto boots we each got right now. ” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mind went nuts thinking about who else she shared the experiences of our arrangement with. Daisy went on telling Janice about her night, how she was going out on a date with some guy she met at her gym. How she stopped by my place to make me clean her boots and get her psyched up for the night and of course how I ruined the moment by displaying my boner. She then recapped how she controlled the situation. At that point Janice started talking and Daisy started listening. I could tell I was in trouble because Daisy started applying more pressure to the boot she had resting on my face and actually began grinding her sole across my face. All I could do was groan as I felt my skin being rubbed off. I heard Daisy respond to Janice on the phone “Yeah that’s the scum bag now. I am giving him a little facial with the sole of my boot her in his kitchen. ” Janice must have responded with something that lightened the mood because after a few minutes Daisy stopped grinding my face and got up off the chair. She walked over to my frig and started digging around in it. I heard her tell Janice “Wholly shit you are right, here it is. Really, all single guys usually do”. Daisy shut the frig and walked back to the kitchen table and sat down with a container of some left over Chinese stir fir I forgot to toss. As she was opening I wanted to tell her she may not want to eat that especially if she was going out on a date but before I could say anything she dumped all of it out onto my face and the floor around me. The next thing I knew she started the grinding in my face with her boot then she stopped and said, “ Janice thinks you are an asshole too. She said you better fucken lick all this shit off my boots.” I spend an hour and a half just licking the must disgusting Chinese food off of Daisy’s boots while she spoke with Janice. From time to time Daisy would grind up the food on the floor under the sole of her boots and I would spend five mins licking it off the trend of her boots. At the end I hear Daisy tell Janice that she had to go so she would make her date on time. She then said” Yeah he licked every bit of it up.” They had a laugh about what kind of night I would have then Janice must have told Daisy something of interest. I hear Daisy respond “ Really, how do you find this shit out. I am sure that wasn’t on a TV but what the hell, I will give it a try now. Bye.. Love ya “ then she hung up the phone. Daisy stood up on my chest, stepped on my head as she walked off me but sat down in the living room on my couch. She told me to get my ass out there too. I peeled myself of the kitchen floor, my stomach was already making some very unfriendly sounds. I walked into my living room. Daisy broke out laughing, as she looked at me covered in Chinese food, dirt and looking a little green.
“Get over here and lay down in front of me face down. “She said. This was new, we never tried this before. I lied down on the carpet where this all started months ago just inches from the tip of her boot. Let’s see she said as she thought about the best way to arrange her next challenge for me. She told he to lock the fingers of my hands together hands and put them out in front of me palms up which I did immediately. She then took her right boot and stepped down on my hands affectedly trapping me in place. She then explained that Janice told her one of the best ways to maintain shoes and keep them new looking is with human saliva. That is why it’s often referred to as a spit shine. Daisy then took her left boot and placed it on top of my head and pushed my face down on top of her right boot. Daisy told me that from now on before she leaves she will expect me tongue shine her shoes and that I better do a great job. To emphasize the point she began grinding her right boot on my fingers and suggested I show some enthusiasm. I quickly started licking the top of her boot on my hand like a dog eating peanut butter. Much to my surprise after spending several months licking the soles of her shoes and boots I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong. It turns out that there is way more crude on the tops of her boots including more of that nasty Chinese food. After about forty five mins of me licking and her just sitting there watching in awe of her power she looked at her watch and realized she was running late. She jumped up and literally ran across my back as she headed to the door. She yelled back” Wish me luck.. We will pick up where we left off next time” followed by a door slam.
It turns out that Daisy had a fantastic night, which changed her life. The date she when on would be the start of a great relationship that would lead to marriage. My night wasn’t as good. I had food poisoning for about twelve hours and had to take the next day off of work.
Daisy and I met junior year in High School. We became friends almost immediately. She was a “Tomboy” packed into a pretty little 5 foot 4 inch frame weighing only 115 pounds back then. She has blonde hair and green eyes that can be very menacing when she wants something. I was 5 foot 11 inch geek even slightly over weight back then. Daisy was a cheerleader who never really found her way into any clicks and she played girls softball. I was in the chess and debate clubs as my High school claim to fame. After school we would hang out with other assorted rejects of the time usually just killing time or playing a game of pick up football in the park. Daisy would always be on the opposite team and it never failed that if she got the ball, she would out run most of us for the touch down. When I got the ball I usually went down like a sack of potatoes. Once and just once I managed to catch the ball and slip past Daisy on the muddy field after it rained all day the day before. I actually picked up ten yards before I tripped over my own two feet. Daisy was pissed. The very next play, I was unlucky enough to catch the ball again. Not only did Daisy tackle me hard sending me face down in the mud, she actually got up walked over to were I was laying and stepped on the back of my head pushing my face back into the mud. I left the field right after that and didn’t speak to her for two weeks even though she tried o apologize almost every day. I laugh about that these days when I think back about it.
Two years went by fast and Daisy went off to a four-year college, as did most of my friends. I went to a two-year school then found some office clerical work. I lost track of Daisy after she left for school but as fate would have it I ran into her five years later while shopping in a department store. Daisy was a drama and English major and when she got back home after school had a tough time finding a job. She was working in the department store making ends meet and living back home. We exchanged numbers and later that evening got caught up. Daisy told me she was having a devil of a time getting her resume out there and I of course volunteered to help. The very next night she came over to my apartment around 10 PM dressed in a white blouse, black pants and wearing two inch black pumps having just come from work. I poured her a glass of wine and we got talking about her career plans. She somehow lost direction in what se wanted to do and I found myself poking fun at her. It wasn’t long before a playful shoving match took place on my couch and I let her knock me to the floor. Instead of getting up I just lay there and told her she won. She laughed and told me to get up but I insisted she stand up and put one foot on my chest and raise her arms in victory like a real champ. She stood with her right foot on my chest, The heel of her two inch black pump solidly pressing down on my chest. I looked up at her and asked her doesn’t it feel good to win. She folded her arms across her chest and remained standing with her heel buried in my chest as she said, “If I real won I would be stepping on your face.” Without some much as a pause I told her to “bring it” and the next thing you know she moved her off my chest and positioned it right in the center of my face. The heel of her shoe resting over my mouth. “Now I feel like a winner, “ she said with a laugh. I just caught that menacing look in her eye for a second before she quickly took her foot off my face. She then looked down at me and said “Sorry, your aren’t going to stop talking to me again like you did when we played football that time”.
I lay on the floor and laughed and told her that I actually wasn’t mad at her back then, in fact I liked it a strange way. Daisy did not have the reaction to that confession that I thought she would. She stomped her heel on my groin and said” asshole I felt horrible for two weeks and it turns out you liked it. Don’t you fucken move off that floor, you owe me.” She stepped up on my chest as I was holding my balls and walked off into my kitchen. Less then a minute later she came back with one of my kitchen chairs and a dishtowel. She put the chair over my rib cage filled stepped up on my chest again as walked toward the end table by the couch, filled her wine glass and then sat down on the chair. She dropped the dishtowel by my face then told me to pick it up as she put her shoe back on my face. This time applying more pressure to the heel resting on my mouth. I finally had to open my mouth and let the heel of her shoe in.
“Start polishing my shoes asshole and you better suck all the dirt off my heel by the time I finish this wine or you won’t have any balls left after I get done with them” she commanded. Even though I was in a state of shock while gagging on the heel of her shoe, I remember thinking this was the Daisy I remembered. I ended up sucking on the heel of her right shoe for ten minutes while polishing it. She then took it out of my mouth got up refilled her glass and put me to work on her left shoe. The look on her face was amazing !!!! She was confident, in control, and wickedly sexy. After she finished her wine she removed her left shoe from my face and slammed both of her feet down on my chest. She looked down at me told me she was leaving now but would be back after work tomorrow with a different pair of shoes for me to polish and we would start working on her resume. She asked if I had a problem with that and I gasped “No Madam”. Daisy simply stood up on my chest after that, stepped off me and walked out the door. I just lay under that chair for an hour before I got up and went to rise my mouth out. The entire next day I was tiring to rationalize what happen. I made myself believe Daisy just had too much wine. She probably was embarrassed and I most likely will never hear from her again.
Daisy kept her promise actually showing up half an hour earlier then the night before. As soon as I opened the door she pretty much pushed me back into my kitchen. I offered her wine and she told me to get her a bottle of water. She had on a nice light yellow dress with brown cowgirl boots on. And she was carrying a large purse. I pulled a water of water from the frig and handed it to her as I when to sit down at the kitchen table. Daisy gave me that menacing look and said “ don’t make me kick you in the balls again.”
I didn’t ask any questions or even say a work I just got down on the kitchen floor and put one of the chairs over my stomach. Daisy smiled as she sat down and placed her cowgirl boots on my chest. She said, “ I brought you a present as she dug through her pocket book.” She pulled out a shoe shining rag that she tossed down by my head. Before I could retrieve it she had already placed her foot on my face. This time I didn’t bother to put up a fight I just opened my mouth wide and let her sink the heel of her boot deep in. It quickly became obvious the she had these boots for a while as I instantly tasted dirt which mixed with my saliva. I surprised myself my no longer having the need to gag as I did the night before. I went to work polishing her boot while letting the heel soak in my mouth. Daisy meanwhile pulled out a notebook and began writing almost feverishly at the kitchen table. First ten minutes pasted then fifteen then twenty. The pain from having Daisy’s boot heel in my mouth was getting unbearable. I actually began to tear up and had no choice but to lightly tap her boot begging for mercy hoping no worse fate would come my way. Daisy lifted her foot off of my face and placed it on my chest. She actually apologized, she had not been able to do as much work on her resume in six months a she was able to do in the last twenty minutes and just forgot about me. She asked if I wanted some water and I was just able to hoarsely say “yes please”. I watched as she slowly lowered the water bottle just over my lips then all of a sudden moved to the right and squirted water out of the bottle which formed a puddle just top the right of my head. Again she apologized but this time with some playfulness in her voice as she said “ I’ll get it” . With that she moved her right foot off of my chest and stepped in the water on the tile floor. She then brought the wet sole of her shoe up toward my mouth and said, “Lick it off”. I reacted like a man who had been without water for a week and just kept licking the sole of her boot. She actually giggled with excitement as she watched in amazement how my tongue ran across the sole of her boot. She stopped me after a minute to tap her shoe back in the puddle on the floor so I would continue on. The dirt just stuck to my tongue, as I tasted then grimy leather sole of her boot. I found I wasn’t even thinking about what was on the sole of her boot but rather her reaction to seeing me lick it, She just glowed as she sat in the chair watching me. Then all at once she pressed the sole of her boot to my mouth and told me just keep working my tongue, as she needed to get back to work on her resume. It took another half-hour before she took her right boot off my face only to put the heel of her left boot in my mouth to soak for a while. After about five minutes Daisy took her heel out of my mouth and told me to stick out my tongue. She cleaned the left sole of her boot by wiping it down my face, while reading her resume out loud. It was truly a work of art and she was very happy with it. After she finished she planted both of her boots on my chest and told me she thought of a few things. First she was a little disappointed that I did not put up any fight to her requests. She was kind of looking forward to kicking me in the balls again but cleaning the soles of her boots on my face and my tongue more then made up for it. Secondly she discovered how much she really craved having control and empowerment. It made her feel good and it showed on her resume. She decided that she would stop by after work on her way home every day until she got a new job or ran out of shoes to wear. Daisy told me to keep the shoe shine rag as I would need it a lot and that she would see me tomorrow night. She then packed up her notebook and stood up on my chest again. This time however rather then stepping right off of me, she stepped on my face first then off and headed out the door. I picked myself up off the floor and went into the bathroom to look in the mirror. My face was covered in dirt with very pronounced heel marks on it and my tongue was black. It took an hour to get cleaned up and I still could not get most of the marks off my face.
Daisy kept her promise and then some. She dropped by every day for the next three months. Most days it was right after work. She added a move or two to her routine. When she knocked on my apartment door, I unlocked it and waited on the floor just inside of the door. The first thing she would do after she stepped into my apartment was to step up on my chest and wipe her shoes. She would then turn to the left so she was facing me. I would stick my tongue out and she would continue to clean her shoes. This was actually much more difficult then being under a chair and Daisy was in no rush to step off of me. Once she finally did I had to take my position under the kitchen chair so Daisy could sit down. I of course would immediately go to work sucking on the heel of her shoe if they had a heel. Every so often Daisy would be on an early shift which meant she go to the gym after work or a jog or a hike. Those days where the worst for me. I would spend over an hour tracing the grooves of Daisy’s sneakers or hiking boots with my tongue trying to clean every inch. When would stand on me and wipe her sneakers or hiking boots on my face it felt like my skin was coming off my face. Daisy just loved to see me take whatever she could dish out. She would write cover letters or talk long distance to her friends on my phone while cleaning her shoes on my face. It actually got so bad that a female co-worker approached me at my desk one day while I was at work and asked what was it like to have your face used as a footrest. I pretended no to know what she was talking about but my face turn red which according to her did not help hide the tread marks that where already visible. I asked her if that was her version of being funny but she said all the women in the office were laughing every time I pasted by. None of the men ever caught on.
One Friday night just about 6 PM, not more then fifteen minutes after I got home I heard a knock on the door, it was Daisy. I didn’t have a chance to have dinner yet but I knew not to keep her waiting. I unlocked the door and laid down on the floor. Daisy walked in with these high-heeled black boots and a short black dress. She looked like a million bucks!!! For the first time ever as she was wiping her shoes on my chest I felt myself getting hard. I just hoped she would not see my boner pushing up my pants. She turned and faced me usual and began wiping the soles of her boots on my face. I began licking her soles almost feverishly hoping I would taste something that would repulse me and kill my boner but no such luck. Daisy saw the intensity that I was licking the soles of her boots with and said “Boy someone must be hungry”. She loved it and actually took extra time letting me have my fill but nothing could kill that dam boner. It fact looking up at her smiling face while I was licking those magnificent boots probably made it worse. When she did finally turn she noticed the bulge in my pants and giggled. My face was beat red and covered in mud when she looked down at me still lying under her feet. “OK what’s going on? “ she asked. I just lied there totally silent. “I hope you don’t think we are ever going to be more then friends, The only reason I am dressed this way is because I plan to go out on a date after I leave here.” She said. I finally choked out the words “ I understand and apologized claiming I could not help myself”. She smiled and said she can help. With that she walked right down my body in those beautiful boots and stood full weight on my boner. She began walking in place holding the wall for balance. At that moment I actually would have preferred to get kicked in the balls instead. She told me to just slap the floor when I could not take it any more and she would step off. That happened almost instantly and true to Daisy’s word she stepped off my cock onto my stomach and kept walking until she stood on my head. Once again she began walking in place, the soles of her shoes coming down on the side of my head. Her heels every so often were scratching my cheek. I began slapping the floor again with the palm of my hand hoping for more mercy. Daisy said, “make up your mind” and walked right back down my body. She began marching in place on my deflated cock again. This time I literally begged for mercy promising anything she wanted if she would stop. Daisy finally stopped walking in place and stood full weigh on my cock while leaning back on her heels. My balls where flatten like two pancakes. She looked down at me and said” The only thing I want is for you to remember your place. This is a special kind of friendship and your place is on the ground at my feet. Control your boners or I will.” And with that she started twisting her heel on my balls. I just slapped the floor and beg for mercy. Daisy finally stepped off of me and then kicked me in the side and told me to get in place in the kitchen. I rolled over still in pain but wasted no time getting to my kitchen and getting in place under the kitchen chair. I could tell Daisy was still very annoyed with me as she followed me into the kitchen. She sat down on the chair and just let her right boot fall on my face. I wasted no time sucking on the heel of her boot and quickly grabbed the shoe shine rag I kept under the kitchen table and started polishing the boot resting on my face. I felt Daisy’s body shift and knew was reaching for the phone on the kitchen table. She started talking to her college friend Janice who lived on the West Coast. I had spent over an hour under this chair before licking the sole of her shoe while she was on the phone with Janice in the past just talking gossip but this sounded different. Janice obviously knew Daisy was upset by the sound of her voice and I heard Daisy attempting to convince her everything was ok. Then something new happened, Janice must have asked Daisy where she was. Daisy responded” I over my friends place, you know the one who I walk all over and make lick my shoes. He is sucking on the heels of those black stiletto boots we each got right now. ” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mind went nuts thinking about who else she shared the experiences of our arrangement with. Daisy went on telling Janice about her night, how she was going out on a date with some guy she met at her gym. How she stopped by my place to make me clean her boots and get her psyched up for the night and of course how I ruined the moment by displaying my boner. She then recapped how she controlled the situation. At that point Janice started talking and Daisy started listening. I could tell I was in trouble because Daisy started applying more pressure to the boot she had resting on my face and actually began grinding her sole across my face. All I could do was groan as I felt my skin being rubbed off. I heard Daisy respond to Janice on the phone “Yeah that’s the scum bag now. I am giving him a little facial with the sole of my boot her in his kitchen. ” Janice must have responded with something that lightened the mood because after a few minutes Daisy stopped grinding my face and got up off the chair. She walked over to my frig and started digging around in it. I heard her tell Janice “Wholly shit you are right, here it is. Really, all single guys usually do”. Daisy shut the frig and walked back to the kitchen table and sat down with a container of some left over Chinese stir fir I forgot to toss. As she was opening I wanted to tell her she may not want to eat that especially if she was going out on a date but before I could say anything she dumped all of it out onto my face and the floor around me. The next thing I knew she started the grinding in my face with her boot then she stopped and said, “ Janice thinks you are an asshole too. She said you better fucken lick all this shit off my boots.” I spend an hour and a half just licking the must disgusting Chinese food off of Daisy’s boots while she spoke with Janice. From time to time Daisy would grind up the food on the floor under the sole of her boots and I would spend five mins licking it off the trend of her boots. At the end I hear Daisy tell Janice that she had to go so she would make her date on time. She then said” Yeah he licked every bit of it up.” They had a laugh about what kind of night I would have then Janice must have told Daisy something of interest. I hear Daisy respond “ Really, how do you find this shit out. I am sure that wasn’t on a TV but what the hell, I will give it a try now. Bye.. Love ya “ then she hung up the phone. Daisy stood up on my chest, stepped on my head as she walked off me but sat down in the living room on my couch. She told me to get my ass out there too. I peeled myself of the kitchen floor, my stomach was already making some very unfriendly sounds. I walked into my living room. Daisy broke out laughing, as she looked at me covered in Chinese food, dirt and looking a little green.
“Get over here and lay down in front of me face down. “She said. This was new, we never tried this before. I lied down on the carpet where this all started months ago just inches from the tip of her boot. Let’s see she said as she thought about the best way to arrange her next challenge for me. She told he to lock the fingers of my hands together hands and put them out in front of me palms up which I did immediately. She then took her right boot and stepped down on my hands affectedly trapping me in place. She then explained that Janice told her one of the best ways to maintain shoes and keep them new looking is with human saliva. That is why it’s often referred to as a spit shine. Daisy then took her left boot and placed it on top of my head and pushed my face down on top of her right boot. Daisy told me that from now on before she leaves she will expect me tongue shine her shoes and that I better do a great job. To emphasize the point she began grinding her right boot on my fingers and suggested I show some enthusiasm. I quickly started licking the top of her boot on my hand like a dog eating peanut butter. Much to my surprise after spending several months licking the soles of her shoes and boots I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong. It turns out that there is way more crude on the tops of her boots including more of that nasty Chinese food. After about forty five mins of me licking and her just sitting there watching in awe of her power she looked at her watch and realized she was running late. She jumped up and literally ran across my back as she headed to the door. She yelled back” Wish me luck.. We will pick up where we left off next time” followed by a door slam.
It turns out that Daisy had a fantastic night, which changed her life. The date she when on would be the start of a great relationship that would lead to marriage. My night wasn’t as good. I had food poisoning for about twelve hours and had to take the next day off of work.