You nod and mumble "yes Mistress!" in many different forms for a good fifteen seconds before she appears appeased, twists her heel on your tongue, and hisses: "Good, now remove my boot, slave."
Every time she calls you slave, she accentuates it not only verbally, but mentally as well, like a jab right at your psyche's pride, gradually breaking you down further and further. You know it's happening but really can't do anything about it. You've already submitted yourself too far to turn back now. She has you wrapped around her pinky toe, continuing to knot you up to the point of no return.
Still, her command to remove her boot excites you so much that the only thoughts repeatedly passing through your mind are various versions of "thank you so much!" and "I'm so grateful, Goddess!" The fact that she doesn't stab your mind again means she probably finds your obsequiousness acceptable. You grasp her left boot with both hands and gently tug her laces loose before pulling the boot off very slowly. You find that she isn't wearing socks, instead opting for having the boot boil her bare flesh inside. And this isn't only confirmed by the visuals; the freed stench escaping from her boot assaults your nostrils with full ferocity, forcing you to drop it and shove it away before shielding your nose. Bad move...
Sabrina slams her bare foot up against your face. "What!? Don't like the smell of my gorgeous, goddess feet? How DARE you treat my boot with such contempt, you piss worm!" she shouts as she continues assaulting your head with her foot. Your curling up into a fetal ball seems to quell her rage, but only for a moment before she comes up with a suitable punishment.
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