Mistress Nicki

[bacchus_plateaux]

i was asked by my Mistress Nicki to write a story about her, so here it is (or part of it). She has ordered me to put it on here and see what comments I get, and so depends on my punishment. So please be kind!!

Mistress Nicki

I could see the door swing open and the black, slightly muddy, pointed toes of Mistress Nicki’s boot slowly came into view. From my vantage point, naked and on my knees with my head bowed, I could only see up to the ankle, but I knew those boots well, one could say intimately. They were calf length, black leather, size 4, with a steel heel that could cause as much pleasure as pain. Slowly both boots walked into the room before swivelling round, displaying the glinting metal heels coated in mud. As Mistress pulled the door closed I couldn’t help but raise my eyes and run my gaze from her ankle up those statuesque legs to the heaven of the leather skirt clad orbs of her rear. She had on a small mini-skirt that showed her legs off to their fullest and at the same time produced the most magnificent visual experience as she transferred her weight from one foot to the other, swaying her derrière and hypnotising me further. I just managed to drop my gaze back to the floor as she spun round to face me. I would pay if she noticed me looking. Again the boots advanced towards me, as they came to a stop directly in front of me I could feel her belly against the top of my head. A shiver went down my spine as Mistress gently ran her fingers through my hair and over my head.

The silky smooth almost whispering voice came to my ear ‘Awwww my poor baby’

Her hand ran down my cheek to my chin and suddenly tightened as she wrenched my face upwards, directly into her smiling green eyes. Her blonde hair shining in the light, reminding me of a Goddess with a halo, how suitable I thought.

‘I noticed that’ she purred.

Mistress let go of my chin and pushed her palm into my face, forcing it down to look at her boots again. I noticed the mud had stained slightly as it has dried, this must be yesterdays mud I thought to myself. The boots again began to move, this time around to my left and out of view. I could hear the scrunch of leather upon leather as she settled down on the couch. I listen intently for the order to come, as I knew it would. I needn’t have strained to hear, the click of her fingers resounded around the room and I instantly crawled to her feet, making sure not to look up.

‘Cigarette’ she said softly

I picked the packet up off the table and pulled one of the cigarettes half out before holding them out in front of me, slightly higher than my still bowed head. I felt the cigarette leave the packet and quickly replaced them with the lighter, this time I was able to look up for the first time (Mistress didn’t like having to move to light her cigarette so I had to look to find the end for her). As my eyes ran up her legs again, right leg crossed over left with her boot sole inches from my face I could see the white blouse she wore, open enough to show her ample cleavage. I leant forward, concentrating on the cigarette hanging between her red pouting lips, being held by her elegant fingers with matching red nails, not daring to look into her eyes.

‘See anything you like, slave’

I flushed as the words hit me ‘Please Mistress, sorry Mistress’

My hands began to shake as the flame touched the end of her cigarette and she inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke back into my face. I quickly placed the lighter back and resumed my customary position. I knew that would cost me dearly.
The next command, the one I was hoping I would hear, came after her second deep drag.

‘Lick my boots clean slave’

My heart began to race as I looked up at my Mistress’ boot sole. I always considered it a treat to be able to clean Mistress Nicki’s footwear. It grieved me knowing that she was walking around with dirt on her shoes or boots. It was second only to licking her feet, and that was an honour I must earn. The sole of her boot was covered with mashed in mud and grit, not too bad, I had certainly cleaned worse. I shuffled forward and reached my tongue out towards the toes of her dangling boot. I knew that I had to clean the uppers first, whilst my tongue was relatively clean, before doing the sole and then the heel, otherwise I may transfer dirt from my tongue onto her boot, and that would never do. After my tongue collected the mud from the leather upper of her toe I pulled it back into my mouth to clean it, the familiar taste of the earth filled my mouth. Scraping my tongue across my teeth to make sure it was clean I again stretched it out to my Mistress’ boot, running it along the top of the boot and on up to the ankle. The taste of leather began to mingle with the mud and the satisfying sight of glistening clean leather gave me great satisfaction. I continued around the top of the boot, making sure I did not touch my Mistress’ calf with my foul tongue, crawling on my back to enable me to reach the back of the boot. I knew Mistress Nicki would not move her foot to help me clean it, after all why should she? Moving further down the boot I carefully assessed my work to make sure no spot was missed. As I neared the sole the mud became thicker, requiring me to place my lips over the patches and suck the dirt free. Lastly I stiffened my tongue and ran it along the ridge where the leather is stitched to the sole. This can be a trap for any dirt so I needed to make sure I cleaned it all out. Once I had completed the upper I sat back on my knees and admired my handiwork whilst again refreshing my tongue in my mouth.

Mistress Nicki twisted her ankle back and forth to look at my work, before offering the sole up to my face. I needed no second invitation and plunged my tongue willingly into its task. Wiping with long strokes along the entire sole I managed to dislodge most of the dirt, only having to go back for the odd stubborn lump which crunched between my teeth as I chewed it before swallowing. The ridges in the sole were another place that needed extra attention, where errant pieces of dirt and grit could try and hide from my endeavours. Once the sole had been completed I lay down on my back and shuffled further under Mistress’ boot so that I could get at the heel. I enveloped the heel with my mouth, raising my head up until my lips touched the bottom of her boot. I then feverishly worked my tongue around the heel, sucking and licking the dirt off and letting it fall down my throat. Slowly I began moving my lips down the shaft, feeling for any irregularities in the metal which may indicate a spot I had missed and finally licking the spiked tip.

Crawling out from under my Mistress I knelt up and placed a passionate kiss to the toe of the boot, signifying my completion. Without waiting for any acknowledgement, I knew from experience it wouldn’t come, I turned my attention to her other boot, still placed firmly on the ground.

Before my tongue touched the boot my Mistress barked ‘Ashtray’

I instinctively knew what to do and leant forward with my mouth wide open.

Mistress Nicki stretched her hand out, flicking the ash from her cigarette into my waiting mouth. I noticed her beautiful lips were turned up in a cruel half smile and her eyes were sparkling with devilish glee.

‘Continue’ was the only word to come.

As I continued my work, Mistress spoke softly. ‘You enjoy your work don’t you slave?’

‘Yes Mistress, it is a privilege Mistress’ I replied between licks.

‘Do you like the taste of all that mud and dirt I have stepped in?’

‘Yes Mistress, if it has had the honour of being stepped on by you then it is only right I enjoy the honour of eating it’ I knew this would please her.

Mistress Nicki let out a snort. ‘You’re not getting out of it that easily you snivelling little worm, I’m still going to make you pay for your indiscretions’.

‘Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress, if it pleases you Mistress’ I grovelled.

‘Oh yes, it will please me a great deal’ she giggled.

I had finished the uppers but Mistress’ foot was still firmly on the floor. ‘If it pleases you Mistress may I lift your boot to clean the sole?’
Without speaking Mistress Nicki unfolded her legs and placed the clean boot onto my shoulder, digging the heel into my flesh, I winced but knew better than to move or cry out. Mistress then rolled her other foot back onto its heel, raising the sole off the ground enough for me to crawl forward and squeeze my face between it and the floor.

‘You know slave, I’ve been thinking.’ I knew better than to speak without a direct question. ‘I believe it’s time I took your training a little further’.

There was a long pause whilst I continued lapping at her boot sole.

‘I’ve been thinking about toilet training, how would you like that? Or perhaps I might fuck you with my strap on’.

I knew this was a trick question, it didn’t matter how I liked it or what I thought anyway. ‘If it pleases you Mistress I will do my very best to be as good a toilet as possible’. Mistress Nicki knew my hatred of her dildos, I never got used to the violation of my anus, I would rather be her toilet, even though I had never been called upon to do it, than have that thing inserted in me again.

Mistress Nicki let out a laugh ‘Oh I know you will my slave, I know you will. On your back, now’.

I slipped over onto my back and Mistress Nicki lifted her booted foot and forced the heel into my mouth, choking me with the unexpected force of the drive down my throat. As the heel went further and further in, Mistress Nicki raised her other foot and jabbed the heel into my left nipple, causing me to release a muffled cry. Another jab, then another, before Mistress began tracing the heel around my chest, sometimes gently, sometimes digging it in painfully. When she became bored of this she placed her foot alongside the other one on my face, the heel now lodged as far as it would go into my mouth. I could feel the tip of it tickling the back of my throat and concentrated hard on not gagging whilst my tongue cleaned the offending mud off. The heel of the second boot rested on my forehead, with the sole next to the heel in my mouth.

‘Ashtray’ she commanded.

I struggled to open my mouth, what with the weight of her boot sole and the heel wedged down it. Mistress Nicki then sat forward, leaning down, forcing more weight onto my face and pushing the heel even further in. She found a gap between both boots and dropped her ash into it. I desperately tried to swallow the deposit, but found that I was actually swallowing her heel at the same time. Mistress Nicki sat like that for a few minutes, smiling down at me and flicking her golden hair back, as she watched the panic rising in my eyes. Finally she sat back and lifted both boots, placing them onto my chest. I gulped in air and fought the urge to gag the ash back up.

‘Remove my boots slave’ Mistress ordered.

[LuvsHerHeels]

nice start...please continue...thanks.
Nikki sounds like a Goddess who deserves to be totally worshipped by her slave.

[foot_sniffer81]

Very well written...very imaginative! Great start! :)

[bacchus_plateaux]

Thanks for the comments - i was punished anyway because Mistress felt like it but hey ho it's Her world.

Here's another instalment, hope you like it:

‘Remove my boots slave’ Mistress ordered.

Without moving from my position below her, I reached up and found the zip on her boot and slowly rolled it down. Gently, ever so gently, I began to remove the boot from her left foot. As the boot revealed its treasure with a rush of air, the overpowering fragrance of Mistress’ foot assailed my nose. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath and revel in the scent. I placed the boot next to my head and gently removed the second boot, again breathing deeply. I placed the second boot on the other side of my head and waited for further instructions. Looking up I could see the back of Mistress Nicki’s gorgeous legs, the knees slightly bent making her shapely calves stand out and I could feel the cool dampness of her feet on my bare chest. I could picture them in great detail and knew that her toenails would be perfectly manicured and matching her deep red fingernails.

‘I’ve been to the gym today and I just couldn’t be bothered to shower’

Mistress lifted her feet from my chest and placed them directly onto my face, trapping my nose in between the arches of both feet. I struggled to breathe through my nose as the clean air was filtered through Mistress’ feet. I opened my mouth to try and draw in more air but Mistress forced the balls of both feet into my mouth, cutting off any possible access to air and filling my mouth with the acrid taste of her sweat. The scent was all encompassing, at that moment my whole world was the bottom of Mistress Nicki’s feet. All I could see, feel, smell and even taste was the dirty soles of her feet. I revelled in their magnificence. I took the chance of cupping the balls of her feet with my tongue as they rested in my mouth and strained to breathe as deeply through my nose as I could. I had been looking up when her feet landed on my face and now the dirty heel of each foot had found a resting place in each eye. My eyes stung from the touch of her heel and her sweat was like acid on my eyeballs. My eyes began to water profusely but Mistress either didn’t notice, or more likely didn’t care. I dare not move from my prison so I just lay there with my arms by my sides, trying to breathe through Mistress Nicki’s feet, with my eyes screaming out in pain.

Mistress Nicki took the opportunity to relax a while, finishing her cigarette and stubbing it out on my chest before lifting the ball of one foot from my mouth to deposit the stub into it and relaxing back again. As the cigarette burnt into my chest I involuntarily forced my head up into her soles as I screamed into her feet.

As Mistress relaxed on the couch she began to rub her feet over my face. The relief to my eyes was immeasurable and I began enjoying the massage Mistress was giving my face with her feet. I stuck out my tongue to get a taste of the treat before me but Mistress Nicki raised her foot and brought it slamming down onto my face, crushing my nose beneath her.

‘Get that vile tongue away from my feet, how dare you touch me without my permission’ she barked.

Mistress continued to rub her sweat laden feet over my face, obviously relishing the chance to relieve some of the stress that had built up. Mistress Nicki particularly liked rubbing her sole over my moustache and goatee beard which not only made her sigh with pleasure, but also resulted in the sweat and dirt transferring itself to my face. I knew I would be smelling her feet on my face for many days to come and I smiled at the prospect.

After a few minutes Mistress Nicki placed her feet either side of my head and stood up, affording me a breath taking view up her legs to that most pleasurable of places, covered with a lacy black sheath of silk. Placing a foot on my chest Mistress slowly transferred her weight onto it and lifted her other foot to join it. The pressure was not painful, Mistress was not heavy at about 9 stone and I had experienced it many times before and now it was just mildly uncomfortable. I let out a sigh, not from the weight now pressing down on my lungs, but from the indescribable view I had of Mistress Nicki.

She looked far taller than her actual 5 foot 3 inches of perfection would belie. She turned around and smiled down at me from on high like the Goddess she is. Lifting her right foot she brought it over my face, hovering tantalisingly close. I took a deep breath and marvelled at the silky smooth sole and cute toes of my Mistress. I could see that the sole was mildly dirty, especially on her heel and the ball of her foot, and also had a bit of hard skin around the heel. Her toes were flexing above me and I could see the sweat and lint between them. I longed to clean them. Her weight was now on one foot on my chest and it was starting to get sore for me. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, my Mistress spoke.

‘Stick out your tongue slave’

Eagerly I extended my tongue and made it as stiff as possible. Mistress Nicki then proceeded to wipe her foot along it, from heel to toe. The salty, bitter taste stung and I resisted the urge to pull my tongue back in and fill my mouth with this delicious concoction. Mistress Nicki continued to wipe her foot along my tongue, stopping occasionally to force her heel into my mouth or to force my tongue in between her toes. She then changed feet and did the same with her other foot. I was in heaven. Once she had tired of this Mistress Nicki turned and walked down my body, stepping on my cock on the way, and retrieved a kitchen stool which she placed over me, the legs resting on the floor either side of my body. She then walked around me, reminding me of a wild cat stalking its prey, she walks with such menacing grace I began to shiver from excitement.

Mistress Nicki smiled again and placed a foot on my now straining cock, rubbing it a few times. Without warning she then stamped down hard on my member. I sat up with a grunt and almost knocked the stool over. Mistress laughed and when I lay back down she did the same again. This time I was expecting it and managed to swallow my cry before it had time to get out. This frustrated Mistress and she resumed rubbing my cock with her foot, before stamping down again, this time on my balls, I screamed. This continued for a while, Mistress trying to surprise me every time she stamped down, sometimes on my cock, sometimes on my balls. Eventually she was satisfied and walked around to stand astride my head. Even through the tears I still appreciated the view this gave me. Mistress Nicki then held onto the stool and began to slowly bend her knees, bringing that most wonderful rear towards my face. I couldn’t believe it, what a treat, was I actually going to get to taste and smell that most reverent of places. As it got closer and closer I began to lift my head up to welcome those curvaceous orbs. Just as my nose made the slightest contact and I could smell her divine scent my Mistress stopped.

‘You would like that wouldn’t you slave?’ she purred, rotating her hips and rubbing the tip of my nose over her cheeks.

‘Well you’ve done nothing to deserve it so far’

She stood up again and still holding onto the stool she stepped up onto my face. This caught me unawares and I still had my head straining upwards. Her entire weight violently forced my head back to the floor, making an audible bump as it made contact. Mistress stood with both feet on my face, her heels on my forehead and her toes over my mouth. Again I tried to breathe through her feet. Still holding the stool, Mistress began to alternate her weight on to each foot in turn. I could imagine the swaying of her arse and as each heel lifted slightly as she put her weight on the other foot I could see past her heel and up her shapely legs.

‘Your face is so nice to stand on’ she said ‘I could stand on it all the time. I think when I finish you off I’m going to have you stuffed and used as a rug. Then I could stand on your face all the time. Or I might have you turned into my toilet so I could sit comfortably whenever I wanted.’

Mistress let out a little giggle and turned around, still on my face, placing the balls of each foot into my eyes and her heels on my mouth. For an instant she raised her heels and stood on the balls of her feet, crushing my eyes into their sockets and making me give an involuntary grunt. She then sat back on the stool and the pressure on my eyes relented.

‘Lick my feet clean properly now slave, and do a good job’

I was slightly upset that Mistress felt that she needed to remind me to do a good job, but nonetheless I extended my tongue and washed it over the heel of the foot above my mouth. Cupping her foot in my hands I opened my mouth wide and inserted her heel into it. I could feel the rough skin on my tongue so I gently scraped my teeth over her heel to remove it, swallowing every morsel as it fell into my mouth. I then licked the sweat and dirt away from the rest of the heel, my heart pounding at the gourmet meal I was gratefully devouring. Once the heel was completed I slowly worked my tongue along the sole and the arch of my Mistress’ foot. Her toes now rested over my nose and I sniffed delightedly at the musky scent whilst gently washing her arch with my tongue. Having removed all the sweat from there I gently placed the ball of her foot into my mouth. Again it was slightly dirty so I sucked and scraped before wetting it further with my tongue. I noticed a stubborn bit of ingrained dirt and used a bit more force to scrap it away with my teeth. Mistress Nicki snatched her foot away and stamped down on my face.

‘Gently slave, gently’ she reprimanded me.

She replaced the ball of her foot back into my mouth and I continued to suck the dirt off. By now my mouth was filled with acrid taste of salty sweat and my face smelled of her feet. I was in ecstasy. Finally I came to her toes. I ran my tongue under her toes, removing any sweat and lint that had collected there, before teasing my tongue between each one. Once I had swallowed the majority of the dirt I inserted her big toe into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue, making sure to get any dirt out from under her red nail, whilst sucking gently. I could hear Mistress Nicki sighing above me and my heart lifted to know I was pleasing her. Once I had sucked each toe Mistress forced my mouth wider and inserted all five toes into my mouth. I obediently sucked and explored them with my tongue as she inserted her foot deeper and deeper. As her foot slid into my mouth she paused slightly to rub the ball of her foot onto my lower teeth, relieving herself of some small itch perhaps? She then continued the rape of my mouth with her foot. I could feel her toe nails scraping the roof of my mouth as she flexed her toes, reaching further and further in. I tried to resist the urge to gag, but I knew even if I did Mistress Nicki would not care, I think she enjoyed the feeling of my throat closing around her foot.

‘I wonder how far I can get my foot into your mouth’

Mistress Nicki placed her other foot onto my forehead and stood up. She made sure that I could still see past her foot, so that she could watch the discomfort in my wide eyes. Placing more and more weight on the foot in my mouth I could feel my jaw complaining at the assault but still the foot went deeper and deeper. Eventually Mistress Nicki was able to raise her other foot off my face and was standing with all her weight pressing her foot into my mouth. She laughed down at me, staring into my fear filled eyes as she stood still. I was sure I could feel her toes against the back of my throat and my gagging seemed to amuse my Mistress even more.

‘Awww my poor baby, am I hurting you?’

I couldn’t answer; I could hardly breathe let alone speak.

Mistress kicked the side of my head with her free foot. ‘Answer me slave’

I gagged on her foot, trying desperately to speak but her toes were now lodged so deeply into my mouth my larynx wouldn’t work anymore and all I managed was an unintelligible gargling sound.

‘Oh look, your gargling with my foot, I’ll have to remember that one in future’.

Eventually Mistress Nicki sat back down and slowly removed her foot, wiping it on my face to dry it. My jaw hurt more than ever before and every inch of my mouth ached as it tried to recover from its violent stretching. Mistress Nicki moved the stool back and sat on my chest. Suddenly my mind didn’t care about my mouth, I could feel the warmth of my Mistress’ cheeks and the lacy knickers she was wearing. However it was only briefly as Mistress tucked her legs underneath her and knelt on my chest, placing her hands either side of my head she leant forwards and placed her lips close to mine, staring into my eyes. I fell deeply into her green eyes, wishing never to be rescued. My Mistress smiled cruelly and began nibbling my lips and running her tongue around them. I opened my mouth to gasp as a shiver of excitement ran through me. My Mistress kissed me and my heart skipped a beat. She then began to caress my face with her lips and tongue. Kissing my eyes and nibbling my face gently.

‘Your face smells of my feet’ she cooed. ‘Are you thirsty now slave?’ she whispered. ‘You still have another foot to clean you know’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress’ I gasped breathlessly

‘Open your mouth’

I opened my mouth and Mistress Nicki leant forward and let her saliva dribble out of her mouth into mine.

‘Do not swallow’ she ordered.

I could taste the cigarette she had just had and also a hint of mint, probably from her toothpaste. I could feel my mouth start to fill up with her spit.

Mistress Nicki closed her mouth and leant back on her knees. ‘Now wash my spit around your mouth before you swallow it’

I did as ordered, swilling the minty saliva around my mouth and then gulped it down.
Mistress smiled at me and then placed both hands on my face as she unfolded her legs and moved the stool from behind her.

‘Couch position’ she barked

I immediately raised my knees as high as I could, wedged my feet into the floor and raised my hands almost level with my knees. Mistress Nicki then shuffled back to sit on my groin, resting her back against my thighs and stretching her legs along my body, her ankles coming to rest over my nose and the heel of each foot on my forehead.

Mistress Nicki picked up a magazine. ‘Now you can finish your job and clean my other foot’.

I gently picked her foot up and brought the heel to my mouth, starting the cleaning process all over again. I immediately noticed that not only was this foot dirtier than the other, but it tasted different, I could still taste the divine sweat of my Mistress, but also a more salty, tangy flavour with a hint of sweetness I hadn’t noticed ever before. I dutifully continued to suck and scrape the dirt from her heel when she nonchalantly said;

‘Oh by the way when I was at the gym, after I had taken my trainers off, I went to the ladies toilet and it looked like someone had missed the bowl altogether. Unfortunately I had to step in it to get to the toilet, but as you said earlier if I have stepped on it, you are honoured to eat it’ she laughed at this little joke.

Now I recognised the taste. Brilliant me for saying that earlier - not that it would have made much difference - I would still have had to clean her feet. Without even flinching I continued to suck on her heel and when that was spotlessly clean I moved on to the arch of her foot. This area was relatively clean and only Mistress’ sweat was requiring my attention. The ball of her foot was a different matter however. Mistress Nicki had obviously been walking around on the ball of her foot after it was wet, so the dirt was deeply ingrained and difficult to remove. However, not wanting to disappoint my Mistress, I carefully scraped my teeth around the area. As I did so I noticed the tracks my teeth were making in the dirt. It needed a lot more sucking and tongue work to loosen it off enough for me to swallow it. The taste was not to my liking, and it overpowered the flavour of Mistress’ own sweat, much to my disappointment. The toes were not too bad, just the big toe pad had ingrained dirt and once I had sucked on it and dislodged the dirt with my tongue it soon cleaned up. I finished between the toes and sucked on each one before smothering the entire sole of Mistress’ foot with kisses to dry it off. Carefully I then placed Mistress Nicki’s foot back across my face where she had rested it and waited for further commands.

After about 20 minutes my Mistress seemed to notice I was finished and lifted each foot up to inspect my work. Without comment she then stood up and knelt on the couch.

‘OK slave there’s one place you haven’t cleaned yet and I want it done before I have a shower.’ Pulling her knickers to one side she clicked her fingers. ‘Clean my crack now’.

I got to my knees and crawled over to the vision of heaven before me. I paid homage to my Mistress by first of all placing a deep kiss on each cheek. Mistress then pulled both cheeks apart allowing me a view of my future. I planted another deep kiss to her dirty hole, worshipping the sweat and dirt I was about to eat, before running my tongue all over her crack, making sure to leave her hole until last. Mistress was certainly sweaty but relatively clean. I had soon washed her crack and turned my attention to her hole. The puckered orifice looked so inviting to my tongue and I silently thanked my Mistress for allowing me this privilege. I carefully licked around the rim, making sure it was clean before forcing it open with my tongue and plunging into heaven. Mistress Nicki let out a low moan and pushed her hips back onto my face, forcing my tongue even further into that dark hole. My nose mashed up against her and I was trying to breathe through her arse, sucking air from her hole as I tried my best to clean up inside her.
Suddenly she pushed me back and stood up.

‘Get your head down on that chair, face up slave’

I could tell by the tone in her voice that I shouldn’t hesitate to obey. Mistress Nicki then straddled me and quickly sat down on my face. It was so sudden I didn’t have time to draw a deep breath. Mistress Nicki then adjusted her seating, opening up her cheeks so my face delved deeper into her hole. At first Mistress squirmed about on my nose, rubbing it around and in her hole. This allowed me to get a quick breath in, sucking through her knickered pussy.

‘Tongue out’

I stiffened my tongue as much as I could and Mistress Nicki sat onto it. She began squirming on my face again trying to force my tongue deeper and deeper and I could tell she was near to coming. I was struggling for breath and was starting to panic. I raised my arms and began thrashing my legs around but this seemed to excite her even more. I began to see stars as Mistress Nicki continued to grind away at my face. I was vaguely aware of Mistress shuddering above me and was almost blacking out when a draft of cool clear air hit my face. I eagerly sucked in air and began to come round again when Mistress knelt over my face and forced my nose into her pussy.

‘Now it’s time for the front, clean my juices up slave, come on, lick’ Mistress ordered, slapping the top of my head with her hand.

I licked for all I was worth. Her lace black knickers were still covering her pussy, and they were already soaking wet, so I sucked them into my mouth.

‘Not them you idiot’ she scolded, pushing her knickers to one side and sitting back on my face. ‘There’

I was drenched in her juices as I put my tongue, nose and face to use for my Mistress. She again started to grind away at my face, but this time I was able to snatch mouthfuls of air through her pussy. I could tell she had not washed and the bitter taste was at least hiding the taste of her urine covered foot from earlier. Finally my Mistress exploded into my mouth. As she did so she forced herself further down onto me but I didn’t mind, I was in heaven again.

As Mistress Nicki started calming down she stood up from straddling my face, adjusted her knickers, turned around and sat back down on my now red and sore face, placing her feet on my legs, and leaned back against the back of the couch. My nose was forced between her cheeks and my mouth was under her pussy with just enough space for me to breathe. I could hear her heavy breathing and the sound of her lighting another cigarette. She placed one foot on my engorged balls and crossed her legs. Now her entire weight was on either my face or my balls. Almost absent mindedly she began swaying her legs back and forth, trapping first one ball and then the other. I moaned into her arse but didn’t dare move.

After a short while Mistress placed her feet on the ground either side of me and shifted further back on my face so my mouth was free.

‘Ashtray’ she commanded

I immediately opened my mouth and she flicked the hot ash into my mouth.

‘Stay there, mouth open’

Slightly confused I did as she ordered. I couldn’t see from my vantage point below her rear, but felt her move her knickers to one side then forced herself down onto my open mouth. I immediately felt a trickle of liquid into my mouth. She was pissing in my mouth!!

I heard her silken voice from above. ‘Enjoy your Mistress’ champagne slave’

The trickle grew into a flood and soon filled my mouth. I gulped down each mouthful. Luckily Mistress did not go all at once, but rather in mouth filling bursts, allowing me to get all of her treat and not spill any. The salty water had a faint taste of ammonia but was not entirely distasteful. But it did sting. Mistress must have taken some skin from off the inside of my mouth with either her toenails or heel, because when the golden liquid reached the roof of my mouth it stung badly. As the flood reduced to a trickle again Mistress Nicki slapped the side of my head.

‘Don’t you dare swallow that last mouthful slave.’

Dutifully I kept the last mouthful of piss in my mouth. Mistress Nicki then dried herself on my face before sitting back and relaxing once again, crossing her legs and resting her heel on my balls once more. The stinging in my mouth started to subside but it was difficult breathing through my nose with a mouth full of Mistress’ piss whilst she remained sat on my face.

After what seemed an eternity Mistress Nicki leaned forward and stubbed out her cigarette (thankfully in the ashtray this time) and stood up. Unfortunately for me her one foot was still on my balls and this caused me to sit up quickly, banging my nose into her arse and swallowing my mouthful.

‘Now now slave, you can’t live up there you know’ she laughed. ‘Then again, I wonder if you could. It might be nice to try one day’

Embarrassed but still in pain from her foot on my balls I meekly answered ‘It would be an honour to live off you Mistress’

Mistress Nicki took her foot off my balls and turned to look down on me ‘You may regret ever saying that slave.’

At that moment, sat there looking up at my magnificent Goddess I couldn’t think of anything better.

Her face then changed into an evil scowl ‘You’ve swallowed your treat you bastard’ she screamed. ‘I specifically told you not to you idiot’.

[Lone Stranger]

I hung on the edge of my seat. It was good to see what it was like to be with Mistress Nicki. Or at least what you imagine it would be like. Way to go!

Later~

[Sauur]

Fantastic story!!!

[bacchus_plateaux]

Here's part 3 of my story.

To those that have asked, Mistress Nicki is a real, live, dom who i know and has allowed me to worship her often. Most of the events in this story have happened between us at one time or another, but not in one day. I have intertwined them together with fiction if you see what i mean. Of course what is fact and what is fiction you will have to decide yourselves.

Hope you like it

b.p

Mistress Nicki, part 3

Her face then changed into an evil scowl ‘You’ve swallowed your treat you bastard’ she screamed. ‘I specifically told you not to you idiot’.

Mistress then slapped my cheek with all her strength, nearly twisting my head off my shoulders. Still reeling from the blow I didn’t even see the second one coming.

‘You stupid idiot, how dare you disobey me’

Again slaps rained down, first one cheek then the other.

‘I give you the honour of being my toilet and this is how you repay me’.

Again slap, slap, slap.

I was beginning to see stars and tried foolishly to apologise but was cut off with another slap to my face.

‘Don’t you dare speak to me you worm, after all the privileges I’ve given you and this is how you repay me’.

My hands instinctively started to cover my face to ward off further blows.

‘Look at you now, trying to cover your face. I don’t believe you are so stupid.’

Mistress Nicki then stretched her leg back and slammed her foot into my groin. I crumpled into a pile of flesh at her feet, screaming insanely. She then began to walk around me, kicking and stomping on my back, legs, stomach, anywhere she could get a good shot in. Eventually she stopped, tired from her exertions, sweating and panting above my head.

‘Now look at what you’ve made me do, I’m all sweaty again now.’ To make her point she stomped down on my face and I felt my lip split.

I was crying in pain and humiliation. The tears streaked down my face washing away all my Mistress’ sweat and dirt with it. I don’t know what hurt the most, the pain Mistress Nicki had inflicted on me or the fact I had let her down. I cried like a baby.

Mistress Nicki stood over me looking down at my shaking form. As her panting subsided her anger went with it. I managed to move my broken body onto its front and crawled over to her feet, kissing every inch of them and washing the tops of her feet with my tears.

‘I’m sorry Mistress, I truly am, please forgive me I won’t let you down ever again, please forgive me Mistress’ I blubbed whilst continuing to kiss her feet.
Mistress Nicki knelt down and lifted my pain wracked head onto her lap, gently stroking my hair.

‘My poor baby, have I hurt you again?’ she whispered softly, wiping the blood from my lip. ‘You know I don’t like it when you don’t obey me.’

‘I know Mistress, I am sorry Mistress, I hate letting you down. I know I’m not worthy of the gifts you give me.’

Mistress Nicki continued to gently stroke my hair and wipe the tears away from my face.

‘Well as long as you’ve learned your lesson I’ll forget all about your indiscretions.’

‘Oh Mistress thank you, I will truly serve you for all time.’

Mistress Nicki stood up and I immediately started kissing her feet again, joy filling my heart. She stood there a while looking down at me grovelling at her feet before turning and walking away.

‘I’m going for a shower, service me slave’.

I managed to get onto my hands and knees and crawled after my Mistress, who had already reached the bathroom. As I entered I could see Mistress Nicki removing her knickers.

‘Mouth open’ she ordered as she turned to face me.

I dutifully opened my mouth and Mistress stuffed her wet knickers into it.
‘You can suck those clean whilst I use the toilet.’

She then pushed me outside the bathroom and closed the door. I stayed on my hands and knees, head almost against the door, and sucked for all I was worth, washing her knickers around my mouth with my tongue. I could taste the unmistakable flavour of Mistress’ sweat and juices, mixed in with a hint of urine. Eventually I heard the toilet flush.

‘Come here slave’ I heard through the door.

I opened the door to see Mistress Nicki leaning over the sink with her skirt pulled up.

‘As I’ve dirtied your tongue work I thought I would be considerate and give you another treat’ Mistress said to the mirror. ‘You can be my toilet paper’

I crawled towards her, removing her knickers from my mouth, my mind desperately trying to find a way out of this situation, but as soon as I thought it I knew there was no escape. I had never done this before and it was not a task I relished. I had already let my Mistress down and I wasn’t about to do it again. I sat back on my knees and stared at her tantalising rear. Mistress Nicki brought her hands back and spread her cheeks. I could see how dirty it was and it looked like some of it had got stuck on the way out, the sight repulsed me but I was also concerned about getting blood off my lip onto my Mistress.

A slap to my cheek brought me out of my trance.

‘Well get to it then toilet paper, I haven’t got all day’

I moved my face forward into the crevice of her cheeks and stuck out my tongue. As before I wiped my tongue around her crack, leaving the hole until last. I was immediately assaulted by the smell and taste of her waste. I had never tasted anything like it before, and it is hard to describe the flavour. The thought ‘brown’ came to mind, it tasted ‘brown’. It was very dry, almost gritty but, I am ashamed to say, not entirely unpalatable. There were some places that a scrape of the teeth was required to clean it properly but after that a final lick round only left me the puckered hole itself. I could see that there was still some stuck there, half in, half out. I licked at the offending bit of waste but it didn’t budge, it was stuck fast. I did think about biting it off but that would leave some stuck inside and that would never do. So I put my lips around her anus and sucked, using my tongue to try to loosen the morsel. My split lip was stinging like hell and I hoped it wasn’t bleeding. Still the piece wouldn’t move. I sat back on my knees and sucked on my split lip.

‘I know you haven’t finished yet slave, I can still feel it’ I could tell Mistress Nicki was amused at my fumbling.

‘I’m sorry Mistress, there is a..... errr..... treat....ermm....stuck and I can’t get it out.’ I thought for a moment. ‘Perhaps, if it pleases Mistress, you may consider...errr.....well...... if Mistress pushes as I sucked then it might move’.

Mistress Nicki giggled and stuck her bum out further towards my face. I dived back in between her cheeks and again put my lips around her anus, using my tongue to try to prize the piece out. I could feel Mistress Nicki pushing at the same time and suddenly the stuck treat shot out of her hole and straight down my throat. I choked and coughed at the lodged article in my throat and managed to bring it back out into my mouth. I then had to chew slightly, squishing the piece of waste between my teeth before I could swallow it again.

Mistress Nicki watched my blood red and brown streaked face and laughed uncontrollably.

‘Now I’m going to have a shower, and guess what?’ Mistress paused for effect. ‘You can be my bath mat.’

‘Thank you Mistress’ I replied as I crawled into the walk in shower and lay down on my front.

Mistress Nicki kicked me lightly on my side. ‘Oh no you don’t, face up’

I turned over and watched transfixed as Mistress Nicki began undressing. Wriggling her hips she let her skirt slide down her legs to the floor. Her shapely figure giving me an instant hard-on. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall on top of her skirt on the floor and then removed her bra. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh as I gazed upon my naked Goddess. This view alone was an instant cure to any pain I was feeling and I forgot all about the taste in my mouth as I licked my lips.

Mistress Nicki walked towards me and giggled as she noticed the effect she was having on me. She switched the shower on and the ice cold water hit me like a brick, taking my breath away and instantly curing my hard-on. Eventually the water warmed up and Mistress adjusted it to her liking.

‘That’s better slave’. Mistress giggled. ‘First of all, let’s clean that face of yours, I can’t touch it the state it’s in at the moment’.

Mistress Nicki then stepped up onto my chest and squeezed some shower gel onto my face. Then, standing on one foot on my chest, she rubbed her other foot all over my face, cleaning all the dirt off.

‘That’s better’ she said to herself as she stepped off me. ‘Now, seating position slave’.

I sat up and locked my arms in place behind me, resting back at a suitable angle I looked up into the cascading water. Mistress Nicki then stood on my thighs, facing away from me, and sat down on my face whilst she washed herself. I struggled to breathe, not only because Mistress was sat on my face, but the water and soap washing over her inevitably ended up in my mouth. I coughed and spluttered but Mistress just ignored me and enjoyed her shower. At least it will clean my mouth out I thought.

Once clean Mistress Nicki stood up on my thighs and switched the shower off before walking away.

Mistress grabbed a towel and turned to face me. ‘Clean yourself up slave, and then service me.’

I quickly showered and dried myself before joining Mistress Nicki, on my knees, in her bedroom. She was still naked and laying clothes out on her bed.

‘I’m going out to a party slave.’ My heart sank. ‘You have your chores to do and I shall undoubtedly need you when I get back tonight.’ My spirits rose again.

‘Now in front of the dressing table so I can get ready’

I crawled over to the dressing table and stayed on all fours so my Mistress could sit on my back whilst she got ready. It wasn’t long before her perfect feet came into view and walked around in front of me. Mistress positioned herself in front of the mirror and sat down on my back. Just the touch of her flesh brought my manhood to life. I stayed in that position, relishing every squirm and movement of my Mistress. My arms soon started aching and my back became sore, but there was no way on earth I was going to let her down now. Mistress Nicki moved up my body so she was sat half on my shoulders and half on the back of my head. She tucked her feet underneath me so I was afforded a wonderful view of the slightly wrinkled soles of her feet. This position eased my back, but meant that her weight was half on my head and I had to strain my neck to support her. Just as I thought my neck and arms might give way, Mistress Nicki stood up and walked around in front of me, over to the bed.

She picked up her little black dress. ‘Fetch my shoes slave, the patent black ones with the 5 inch heel.’

I knew instantly which ones she meant and crawled over to her shoe closet. This was my domain. It’s where I spent most of my nights, sleeping with Mistress Nicki’s shoes. It was my job to make sure that every pair was cleaned, inside and out, and put away correctly. Every time Mistress Nicki wore a pair of shoes I would diligently lick them clean to make sure they were ready for the next time. Sometimes, if she had worn a pair all day for instance, I was allowed to sleep with her shoes over my face before cleaning them. Mistress would tie on one shoe with my nose and mouth inside and one shoe tied with my manhood inside. I must admit to occasionally filling the shoe over my cock with come whilst Mistress Nicki’s scent filled my dreams.
I found the shoes Mistress wanted and placed the heel of each shoe in my mouth so I could crawl over to where she was getting dressed. Mistress Nicki had put on a tight fitting little black dress and looked stunning. She was sat on the bad and I crawled up to her feet with her shoes in my mouth.
‘Put them on me slave’ mistress ordered.

I placed the shoes carefully on the floor, I knew they were worth more than my life, and lifted Mistress’ left foot. I placed a passionate kiss to the sole of her foot and then gently slipped the stiletto heeled shoe on, kissing the sole of her shoe before gently placing her foot back on the ground. Lifting her right foot I repeated the ritual and then knelt back, careful not to raise my eyes to my Mistress, I stared at her shoes.

‘I shall be back around midnight or one o’clock. Make sure all your chores are done and you are in position for my return.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’

‘And I want the kitchen floor licked clean, as well as the toilet. You can also lick the couch clean where I was sitting in case you spilt anything today.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’ I was going to lick the couch anyway, just in case there were any of my Mistress’ gifts I had missed.

I crawled quickly to the front door and lay down on my back. Mistress Nicki walked over to me and stood on my thighs. She then placed the sole of her shoe onto my cock, the heel digging into my balls.

‘And don’t you dare play with this either.’ She pressed down on my cock and balls to emphasise the point. ‘I may want to play with it later.’

Mistress Nicki then walked up my body, first onto my belly then my chest, causing the heel to stab into the flesh, standing on my chest Mistress smiled down at me. She raised her right foot and placed the sole over my lips. I kissed the bottom of her shoe and she repeated the action with her other foot before stepping on my face and walking out the door.

I lay there for a moment, feeling every kick, stamp and slap to my body. Bruises were already beginning to appear and I smiled as I looked at them.

God I Love my Mistress.

[Lone Stranger]

Part 3 was the best part yet. This story kept my interest the whole time. I especially like how you describe what you smell and taste as well as what you feel.

Later~

[stepped on]

wow great story long may it carry on thank you

[bacchus_plateaux]

Thanks for the replies. This is as far as I have got so far. I did think about continueing it from when Mistress Nicki gets back from her night out, slightly drunk and maybe with a friend?

Let me know if that's something you would like me to do.

B.P

[Sauur]

Fantastic story man! As far as a continuation... hmmm so many options!

I'm always a fan of extreme play, maybe the girls get a little bit too rough with some high heeled trample? You get a broken rib but the drunk girls don't care as one sits painfully on it while the other has her sweaty feet massaged with your tongue?

I also like it when the girls egg each other on. Maybe her friend challenges Mistress Nicki to do even more extreme and brutal things to you. Heck make her friend be one of your ex-girlfriends but when you try to point this out they don't let you speak!!! :) :)

But anyway even if you don't use any of the ideas I'm sure its going to be AWESOME! :)

[steve6904]

Dude that was an awesome story. I hope she likes it because i can see everyone else does!!!!

[charlie]

really great story! i loved it!