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I drop my hands to the floor and make my way slowly toward her. She’s standing across the room now, staring at me as if grading my performance.

Am I good enough, Madame?

Is this to your liking?

I don’t say any of that because that’s against the rules. She said I could only utter two words: yes and Madame.

Well, that and red, yellow, and green for the safe-word system if I need to stop anything, which I won’t. There’s nothing this goddess of a woman could do to me that could make me say red.

This feels ridiculous, though, crawling across the floor like a dog. But judging by the serious expression on her face, it’s not ridiculous to her.

She can’t actually like this stuff, can she? Is it just a job for her?

When I reach her feet, I look up as I wait for further instructions.

“Eyes on the floor, pet,” she snaps, this time a little colder than before.

Feeling stung by her tone, I turn my gaze downward, staring at the black patent leather of her shoes.

“Here’s the deal, pet. You do as I say, and I’ll reward you. Maybe I’ll wrap my lips around your cock. Maybe I’ll let you bury your face between my legs. Either way, you get what you want by pleasing me.”

Her riding crop touches my chin as she guides my face upward. “And you want to please me, don’t you?” Her voice is gentle and seductive.

“Yes, Madame,” I stutter.

“You like pleasing people. And you like knowing exactly how. Don’t you? Because then I’ll tell you how good you are, and that’s better than a blow job, isn’t it?”

I mean…there’s not much better than a blow job. So I sure as fuck don’t think getting called a good boy is going to compete. But for her sake, I lie.

“Yes, Madame.”

She releases my chin, and I stare downward again.

“Good. Now kiss them.”

I glance up at her face. She must be joking.

“What? Why?” I reply.

She tilts her head. “Because I said so. Can you not obey simple orders?”

With a slight grimace, I stare back at the floor. Then she repeats the command.

“Kiss my shoes.”

I don’t move. What is the point of this?

When she leans down, pressing her mouth closer to my ear, I feel a wave of excitement from her proximity.

Then she whispers, “I want you to worship me, pet. It’s so simple, but you can’t do it, can you? And I thought you were such a good boy.”

Fuck that.

Without another thought, I lower my body to the floor, pressing my lips to the top of her right shoe. Before she can even ask, I move to the left one, giving it a quick kiss before lifting back into a kneeling position.

I’m somewhere between irritated and aroused, too curious to stop now. My eyes stay on the floor when she touches my chin with her fingers.

As she lifts my face upward again, she smiles. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

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