Cum, Meet My Needs!

Walking around the corner, the man who worships the Goddess, in all of Her glory, stood there, wide-eyed and wondering if She would pay him any mind. As She approached, he stood to the side, looking down, paying respect deserved of a Goddess, not wanting to meet eyes.

"Hello my servant," The Goddess whispered, not wanting anyone to know there were words spoken.

"My Goddess," answered the hollow man, avoiding eye contact, knowing that if he had, She would have spit on him.

"Follow me, young fool," She ordered.

Doing what was demanded, without looking up, only looking at the reigning feet, as if they were gold, priceless, and out of reach, the walk continued reaching a bench, under the shady green trees. Dusk was setting, giving the air a cool sense and turning the sky colors of red, yellow, orange, and purple mixed with dark blue. Remembering these colors, he reflected that these are the colors made when bruises are created, made first of red, purple, mixed with dark blue, and then the hues of green and yellow blending into nothingness.

Sitting on the bench, the order for the servant to stand behind the Goddess was made and not to make a sound.

"Work!," She stated.

He knew what She wanted and did so. Flexing the muscles around the neck, shoulders, and spine until the muscles were wrenched into soft mounds, ready to stretch comfortably in any direction, he worked the acid from aching tissues. He was careful, though, never to touch the skin, only to massage through the loose clothing.

Turning around, looking at the fool, She told him to come before Her, lay down on the floor in front of Her feet, and adore all the beauty set before him.

"Gaze upon me, servant, watch how My eyes look down upon your weak little body, only My beauty cannot be surpassed by any other. You will not find one as lovely as Me. My attributes far surpass any other female who should desire to walk on this green grass."

"My eyes are like pure blue water, without any green to pollute them. They are so pure, that if you look closely, you can see your reflection within. My skin is pink and fragrant as the softness of a rose petal, once touched by a man, spoiled. Thus, you may not touch Me because your salt, spilled upon My flesh by your dirty fingertips would always leave a scar. My neck, long and strong holds the beauty of My face framed by the golden strands of My hair, reflecting the sun's rays and blinding your eyes when seeing Me, but yet wanting to look again, only to be blinded by the radiance."

"My arms, strong from the using help me to push away the men who crowd around Me, always wanting to follow. But, as I reach out, I only choose one lucky enough to follow Me, who stares at My strong legs."

"Yes, My legs can outlast you, for you are a weakling. I despise your hollowed-in chest, a disgusting sight to My eyes. Therefore, I look away and am occupied, looking far away from the gaspers, like you, who are wishing they too, were on the ground admiring all My beauty."

As the troll laid on the grass, She stated, "You lay there, wanting to reach up and touch My silken soft leg, with its curves and softness that you can see - My beauty, which you, a sinewy man, will never attain. Don't touch, for you will not be able to match My beauty with any other. Now, be a good boy and slide your eye under the tip of My shoe, just so the filth which I picked up today, can adhere itself to the inside of your eyelid, scratching so as to sting. Be good and slither yourself under My shoe so the leather sole slides across your pupil back and forth like an ice skate. Feel the tears well up and slide out the corner of your eye as the filth burns and you take the pain as a good servant should. Be content and joyous that you can be underneath My kindness, as I have complete and utter disdain for your pitiful little self. Don't flinch as I gouge your eyeball with the spike of my heel, it can only be done once, as the orbit will pop like a water balloon gushing with a flourishing red ooze."

Of course, only in dreams would the flash of such a thought of gouging occur, for he would be marked and forever wear a patch of shame over the loss of his previous vision, lest he not be able to see the Goddess in all gloriousness and wonder.

But, as the shoe wandered over his face, as the movement desired, glossing over the skin with no pity, the grit from the bottom sole is smoothed against the lips, down over his neck, across his throat and wandering down his carotids finally settling on his chest with the heels against the nipple of his chest. His hair mingles with the leather of the sole pressing against his skin. He is breathing heavily at this time, and he wants more. More of the pressure of the heel scraping against his skin, only to lodge finally with a pressure-like ecstasy he has only had in his dreams.

That's it, the dream maker, the finalization of his fantasies, the Goddess is his "package". But, with this realization that he will have the shoe imprinted on his skin is the realization that his fright has only begun. With this pleasure, of course, comes the pain. The pain that he has wanted and masturbated over for years.

Looking away, this dream of happiness... delight... knowing he has seen women come and go with their delightful heels, and he has had many dreams of being beneath their feet.

While he, only has dreams, as watches these women, in his feeble mind, and he commands his brain to obey them. Yes, he dreams of these women who he longs to be close to, he kisses their necks only in his fantasies. In his dreams on the floor, he wants to be so close to the wanting, the needing.

Coming back, he watches as She takes the shoe once again and drapes it down to below to his scrotum. The space between the leg and the loin, the tender spot, the place where only he has been able to stroke for many a year as he has been a disgrace to his humanity and no woman would want to go there.

He wonders, "Will She allow me to touch her? No... of course not"... he thinks... "She thinks I am hideous, with all of my tweaking, my flinching, my inability to control myself, my constant flinching... The Goddess is repulsed by me... I know She will not want any part of me... like the time when I asked if we could screw... She flat turned me down... and went to sleep... I only wanted Her more... ".

The smell from Her leather, Her boot, Her touch, Her flowery self, it is just too much to take in... and, he waits to gather a glance at her Glorious self, The Goddess, who has golden strands too light to touch... Her skin too fine to kiss, lest he leave a mark of oil or glandular mush, perhaps the spoiling of salt from his fingertips... the Goddess who wanders into his life for a moment to embark a sense of Gloriousness and bring a sense of infinity to life, which is too impervious to ill... the One who imparts hope and a sense of wonder. Only in his mind is She, amongst all women, walking amongst the lowly, She is the most infinite. She glides and with Her movements he watches with such a gasp and with that gasping he notices he sucks his air in as if it were the last breath he will ever take.

The reality of the leather and the spiked heel against his scrotum, this touch brings him back from his dream and he realizes that at any minute this spike of Her heel could find its way inside his body, to make him bleed, again, as She has done so before. He gathers his senses and waits, he holds his breath on the intake of the inhale and waits a minute... She continues to glide... he exhales... and breathes a sigh of relief. "Not this time," he says to himself.

As She makes Her way to his penis, which is erect at this time and knows it wants more... searching for more, it wiggles in the air... one eye open.

As he watches, She brings her other sole over to embrace the erect phallus and grabs it like 2 salad tongs, embracing the skin, rubbing up and down, one side up, the other side down, the scene is rather like a see-saw, making the fascinating tension unbelievably ecstatic to the toad, the wasteless shivering shrew, the foot worshiper, the foot slut, the one who only comes upon command of the Goddess, the one who bows down and waits to be acknowledged by the woman whom he adores. At this time, She had him "by the balls." He looked down and saw his fantasy had come to life.

"Not yet," yelled his Glorious One.

"Don't look yet at yourself, in the palms of my feet." "Do not yet look, for upon gazing, you just might not be able to control yourself and may ejaculate without control at the sight of My feet controlling your precious third leg."

He was shrinking at Her voice... the voice which he adores. He longs to hear Her melodious voice while under Her feet. Her sound is thrilling, commanding, he hears it clearly, it is the Goddess. How exquisite was it to be laying underneath Her. His fantasies were becoming reality... how did this happen? What did he do to deserve the fantasy of reality? Or was it the reality of fantasy?

His phallus continued to pulse, just not so intensely, as he regained control of himself again, it was on Her command and desire that he would come. He could not come until She addressed him to. Permission was only granted to the obedient.

The feeling of Her feet, flashing up and down, faster and faster, against the skin of his throbbing dick. His ears could hear Her breathing become more intense and melodious. Hearing Her breathe more heavily, he knew She was happy, truly thrilled and being satisfied. With the rubbing up and down, he saw Her legs open up, but at the same time She kept the toes of Her shoes where they needed to stay. He felt closer and closer to Nirvana as She pressed harder and harder inward with Her toes on the skin of his sensitive one, his precious, his third eye. The tips of Her shoes maneuvered up and down on the erect phallus, taking the skin with it, up and down, closer and closer did the heels come to the scrotum, but not piercing it.

"Come!" The Goddess finally demanded.

The spray of the creamy white foam launched into the air. She leaned over and with the leaning, dug Her heels and shoes into his groin, so She could catch some... the white delicious liquid, which was salty and sweet at the same time, was delicious to Her, more like whipped cream, which She remembered as if eating an eclair from the bakery.

"Come!" She echoed.

At the same time of release, he felt the luscious heels embark on his loins like he had wanted, but in the frenzy of the movement, She flinched and made sure the soles and heels landed on his thighs, so as to not pierce his scrotum... Her twist was unbelievable... he thought... those spikes will leave memorable bruises. She was the unbelievable Goddess... who could make dreams come true. He did not care about the black and blue, which was the inevitable, but instead lavished pride on the marks, his dream had come true.

As the Goddess, in her spin, landed on his thighs, drinking up the cum, She finally relaxed and as her legs spread, only at this time was the fledgling able to glance upon the stockings, the black silkiness, which led up to the no-mans-land of unbelievable glory of the Goddess... he saw She had wetness glistening around Her thighs. Oh... to be able to lap that sweetness on his tongue... maybe another time... he thought. But, this time he realized he had escaped the true wrath of the whip, the flogger, the paddle, the electrical instruments, Her delight, the way She obtained pleasure... this time it was only the movement of the grand heels, which She inflicted upon the toad.

At the next minute, all at once, were the words, "Go away!" and they came from the Goddess.

Hearing these words, She looked away and allowed the slut time to scoot to the side. She turned, placed Her shoes squarely on the grass, and pivoted on the bench.

She continued, "Go away until I call. And when I do call, you will come running to meet My needs again."

At this command, the Goddess raised Herself from the bench and walked away... the glow from the sun haloed Her.

The man sat dejected, the one who worships the Goddess, sat still watching Her walk away, and he felt numb from this experience... he was numb in the mind, he was numb everywhere. As he sat there watching her stride away, he was grateful, sincerely grateful, for his time under her feet. He was now, in his memories and knew that he would always be, captivated by The Goddess.