A Celebration

The mirror thumped as she stuck the big, purple dildo on it, and she snapped her fingers and pointed.

“Get that inside you and put your face on the floor. Put it in your ass.”

Her big gothic platforms with all their buckles thumped powerfully on the ground, and I crawled into position and bowed to her before slowly scooting back and guiding it between my cheeks.

“Look at me,” she said, and then as our eyes met she lifted her eyebrows and nodded upwards expectantly. She wanted to see it go in, not just in the reflection of the mirror but in my face, and my expression.

I flinched as I felt the cool, lubed up tip against my asshole, and she grinned as I felt myself accept it.

“Hah!” she laughed happily. “You fuckin’ slut, I knew you were ready for me. Face on the floor.”

I bowed low and felt the concrete against my face and shoulders, and felt the tiny reverberations as I listened to her boots thumping again. She went over to the side of the room and I heard the ominous clinking of metal on metal, but when I chanced a look up at her I saw she was holding nothing more threatening than an open, pint-sized little tub, and a spoon.

She was sucking the tip of the spoon, pulling it slowly out of her mouth with something devilish in those big, beautiful eyes, which rolled back appreciatively as she closed them and sighed with indulgence.

“Unh!” she said brightly, looking back at me and savoring it. “Delicious.”

She stood over me proudly, giving me a cheeky cockeyed smile as she imagined what she was going to do with me, and then she said clearly, “Go on. Back up that slutty little ass. Take it all inside you. I want it in nice and deep.”

“Chin up,” she said, squatting down and letting me see her crotch beneath her skirt. “Look at me.”

She started spooning out frosting onto the floor in front of me, sticky white buttercream, shaking the spoon forcefully with her wrist. “Today’s a very special day.”

She shook out another spoonful. “Do you know what today is?”

I trembled, shifting with the thick dildo inside me, and I nodded helplessly.

“And you’re going to help me celebrate.”

She set the little tub down and pulled a bottle of sprinkles from between her breasts, took the cap off and shot her eyes up to mine as they fell like little droplets, in blue and yellow, and green and white and pink, and purple. She glanced down at back at me, leading me to look with her eyes, and I shuddered, and looked.

She stood up as my gaze fell on the sweet, sugary pile of goo, her thick, chunky boots on either side of it, and she let me watch and look and contemplate, before taking a step back and sitting down on the floor.

“Do you know what I do when I’m wearing these boots?”

She reached down and petted them as she crossed her legs, her nails tapping idly on the leather, and she flexed one back to show me the sole as she reached for the zipper.

“I sweat.”

The tiny groan of the zipper made my heart thump and pound, and she gazed at me as it reached her heel.

“Rock back on my dildo.”

I flexed my thighs and rocked back and forth, letting it fuck me, and she smiled as she watched it in the mirror.

“That’s right. Earn it for me.”

I winced and whimpered, and I groaned. She smiled and reached for the thick rubber heel of her boot. She pulled it off and a thin, faded, worn cotton ankle sock emerged on her foot, and as she sat her boot down beside her she held it up proudly and sighed with satisfaction.

She had sweat. The outline of her sole was clearly distinguished, and her sock clung to it tightly, and from even as far away as I was I could tell they were stinking. My eyes began to water as I braced myself, and then suddenly she mercilessly stuck her sweaty socked foot in my face.

“I sweat, don’t I bitch? Can you feel it?”

Shifting back only pushed the dildo deeper into my ass, and when I was held firmly in place I shuddered again, feeling the grime and the heat of it, holding out for as long as I could, but it was her voice that snapped through my resistance.

“Smell! Smell my sock!”

I did, and the stench of it made me reel and cringe and groan, and she laughed victoriously and threw back her head.

“Smell it bitch,” she said loudly, with relish, her chin raising up to the ceiling. “Smell my stinky fucking boot sock.”

She listened proudly to my deep, gasping sniffs, smiling so deeply to herself, resplendent and majestic, basking in her glory and power.

She raised her head and kept her foot firmly against my nose as she crossed her other one over it and unzipped the other boot. Again she raised her foot proudly up into the air, and I looked helplessly up at it as she brought its stinking, grimy wetness down onto my face.

“Sniff!” she commanded again, and she rubbed and wiped with them, all over me, laughing deeply to herself. “You see how much I sweat. Those boots were designed for other things than breathing, and they’re perfect for the strengthening of my perfect scent.”

She reached down for the elastic at her ankle and slipped them off, and she sat up and slapped my sweated face, gently and then harder, before tapping the underside of my chin and making me open my mouth.

“Hold these for a moment,” she said, stuffing them inside despite my miserable wails, and she smirked and grinned again as she sat back on her elbows.

She bobbed and rocked her ankles in front of me, crossing them over and back over each other, displaying her red, flushed soles and taunting me with them, and then she rolled her hips to the side and gestured with her eyes again, and I looked down at the frosting and the sprinkles.

“Look,” she said. “Look.”

She lowered her soles slowly, and I whined loudly and whimpered into her socks as she dipped her toes in, mashing and squishing the whole mess beneath her.

She ground it around and wiggled her toes, mashing it all against the floor, and then she smirked again and reached for the socks in my mouth.

“Now I’m going to give you something even sweeter.”

She raised her soles up to present them to me again, and they were covered in the frosted, sprinkly goo, and she grinned widely and said, “I’m a cupcake!”

She cackled and threw her head back again, squinting and laughing at her own joke, and when she raised it up again it was to nod upwards at me and tell me, “Open up.”

My helpless, crestfallen face drooped as I knew what she wanted, and I leaned back my head and dropped my jaw. Her lips pursed together with the same pride and satisfaction, a wry smile winding its way between them, and she shoved them both inside.

My grunt was muffled as the sticky sweetness filled my mouth, and she raised her nose and looked down it at me as she shoved them deeper, and then thrust them in and out.

“Hah!” she snapped again. “Mmm! That’s so good! Isn’t it?!”

She shoved them in deep, gagging me on it, and she laughed as I sputtered and slurped.

“Suck it bitch. Fuck that dong!”

She laughed again as I rocked my hips again, staring at it in the mirror, her feet stuck in my mouth and the dildo plunging in and out of me.

“And you know what? You’re going to remember this. This is going to flash in your mind every time you see a pretty box of cupcakes at the supermarket or at a fucking birthday party. You’re going to remember my cupcake feet and how it felt to have your mouth full of them. Suck it off.”

I sucked and slurped, and after a minute or so she pulled them out again and showed me her soles.

“I want it all licked off, every bit. If there’s even one sprinkle or one speck of that sugar left on my toes you’re in big trouble.” She held them back up to my mouth and I started licking. “You’re gonna lick, and you’re gonna lick, and then when it’s all gone you’re going to keep licking until my bare sweaty soles taste just as good to you as that frosting.”

I stroked and slurped and swallowed, cleaning it all off of her, and she smiled and basked in my humiliation. When it was all gone she pulled back her feet, stretching and bending her knees to look down at them.

She peered down and her brow furrowed, and she shot me a look before shoving her right one back in my mouth.

“Uh unh,” she said. “You missed a spot. Get that tongue in between my toes!”

I cringed and let my tongue go after every last drop, and when I was sure it was all gone I went back to her soles and stroked them up and down, licking them over and over until she was satisfied.

In the end she took another scrutinizing look at them, and then finally, with satisfaction, she stood up again and looked down at me for a moment before tapping her foot on the ground and wadding up her socks again.

The lingering sweetness in my mouth was replaced by the familiar stink and saltiness of her sweat, and then she smacked my cheek gently and grabbed hold of the hair on the top of my head. She pulled slowly, and kept pulling, stepping back in little steps, until finally I had to shift forward and scoot my knees, until the head of the dildo was back at my hole and I could feel its ridge.

She turned her wrist and made me look up at her, and then she smiled down at me one last time, her head shaking slightly in something near pity, and then she slowly guided my face down into the puddle she had left.

I felt it all squelch around me against the cold concrete, and I moaned defeatedly into her socks, and then she released my hair.

“Don’t let that cock fall out of your ass,” she said over the pitter patter of her bare soles as she walked away. “I want it ready for me when I come back with a bigger one.”

I sighed, and shook, and felt her presence at the door.

“Oh,” she said airily. “And Happy Anniversary.”


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