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I fell to the ground, beaten soundly by my opponent. She smirked as she walked up to me, her heels clicking across the tiled floor.

"What a pathetic little worm you turned out to be. Here I thought you knew how to wield a sword, but I suppose that's just in euthemism, isn't it?

I try to push myself up, but my body ached. Too many blunt hits from the victor's attacks left me wanting to just pass out.

"Oh, no you don't" she said, shifting the toe of her boot underneath my body. She kicked me over, flipping me to my back. "We're not done here. We had a deal, remember? Are you going to back out of it?"

I sighed, shaking my head.

"That's a good girl," she cooed, and soon, she stepped up beside me, stomping her foot right in front of my face. "We can start here. You've dirtied my costume, and I want it cleaned."

I gulped as I heard that command, and rolled over to my side, my fingers holding onto her boot, rubbing the dust off of it. The room was clean, certainly, but in the heat of battle, some detritus was sure to get onto it. Luckily, the room was made specially for our little encounter, because I knew what I had to do next. I closed my eyes and rolled out my tongue, pressing it against the toe of that boot.

The leather mixed with the sweet dust that had been used int he floor. An entirely edible battlefield, what a decadent thing for the rich to squander their money on, but damn, if it wasn't kinky. I slurped up along that toe and down along the sole, breathing heavily with each lick that I gave.

"Very good girl," my dominant said, licking her lips. "I really do spoil you, but that's only because you provide me so much entertainment."

I shuddered, my eyes rolling back as I heard those words coming from her. Yes, I'm such a lowly pet. Yes, I get turned on being defeated and humiliated. I don't fucking care how bad it makes me look, my life means nothing compared to the attention my mistress gives me.

She pressed her toe against my face and pushed me back, prssing the tip down against my forehead. The heel stuck out right in front of my mouth, and she chuckled. "Go on..." she purred.

I wrapped my lips around that heel. Such skill she needed just to fight while wearing this wonderful high-heeled footwear. Maybe one day, one day, I'll be able to become stronger, and I won't have to service the boot, but I can take more of my mistress.

But that day is not today, and until that day comes, when I can actually taste her skin, hold her in my arms, and reach climax together, I am content serving her domination and being reminded just how weak I really am.

It'll make that final victory all the sweeter.