Nothing would have completed the night more perfectly than having her wipe her lustrous, cruel, delicately curved high-heeled boots on me in my transparent role as her doormat. Instead, she let me lick the juices from the latex covering her fingers and asked, “What do you say, slave?”
“Thank you, Adorable Goddess! Thank you! Was I satisfactory?”
“You were perfect.”
I think I fainted.
When I woke up the next morning, I was lying on the floor, free of the pillory. I stretched and yawned, glancing up from the floor to see Countess Vronsky and Dr. Khachaturian watching me in amusement. I was naked.
“Where are my clothes?”
“Eat breakfast first.” The Countess tossed a dog dish in front of me and poured uncooked rice into the dish.
Her boots looked too menacing for me to chance any remark
