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The scent of lavender and Frankincense clung heavily in the dimly lit bedroom. Ash coiled from the tip of the burning stick of incense, silently falling to the burner below. Candles placed on the dresser and on the hard wood floor crackled as they burned, casting shadows on the wall of the kneeling figure on the floor.

The pale skinned human rested on his knees, bowing his head down with his arms placed over his head. A polar bear sat on the bed above him, her legs crossed. The black stockings covering her legs added a pleasant contrast to her snowy white fur. A crimson red corset wrapped around her waist, the deep V of the garment was crisscrossed with black ribbon. The alluring apparel stops just above her nipples, the opening revealing the entirety of her cleavage. It fit perfectly and clung to her sculpted body and bust, accenting her perfect form.

Past the similarly colored panties and down her stocking clad legs, her feet were strapped into a tall black pair of open toed heels, the stilettos of which were stabbing into the back of the human. She twisted her foot down, pressing the heel down into his bruising back, daring him to whine or complain. The submissive human whimpered quietly under the might of her sharp heels prodding his back, allowing his mistress to do as she pleased to him. Even through his blindfold he could feel the stern gaze of the bear on his body. The human bit his tongue to prevent himself from crying out as she began to forcefully drag the point of her heel down his spine, leaving a long red scrape.

With a sigh of relief, the dangerous heels pulled off of his frail body, landing in front of his head with a click. Her foot was suddenly shoved against his face with a light kick, eliciting a quiet yelp of surprise from the male.

"Clean." the stern voice commanded.

"Yes, mistress!" he nodded, grabbing for her foot.

"Hands!" she snapped, yanking the leash held in her grip.

"My apologizes, mistress!" his head was jerked to the side the collar locked around his neck. He quickly let go of her ankle, bringing his arms behind his back and grabbing hold of his wrist to stop himself from anymore unwanted touching.

Before she could kick his nose again, he stuck out his tongue and obediently began to lick her heel. His tongue slid over the front of the black leather, grazing over her exposed toes. The cold blue eyes followed his soft pink tongue trailing over the platform, polishing the glossy black leather with his saliva.

After cleaning the front, the dutiful human swiped his tongue over each side of her heel. The bear rotated her foot to give him a new spot to lick clean with each pass of his tongue. Satisfied, she set down her newly polished shoe, crossing her legs and pressing the next one to his face. With a nod, he quickly began the same procedure, licking every inch clean until his mistress was satisfied. The human whined softly, his cock feebly trying to become erect around the enclosed stainless steel chastity cage, but to no avail.

Now that each off her heels were cleaned, she pressed the soles flat against his face, the pointed stiletto heel jabbing him in the chin.

"Off."

"As you wish, mistress!" he blindly reached for the small golden clasp hugging her ankle, fumbling with the buckle.

"Quicker!" she barked with another hard tug of the leash.

"Yes, mistress!" he whimpered, the small metal tag on his collar jingling from the tug, "Dog" engraved into the steel.

Despite the blindfold, he managed to undo each strap on her ankle and pulled her heels off, setting them to the side. Before he had a chance to ask of what to do next, she forced her stocking feet. The bear's paws were noticeably hot from being trapped in the tight confides of her shoes. Had he not been blindfolded, he could have seen the bright whiteness of her fur through the blackness of her stockings.

"Lick."

"Yes, mistress..." he said in breathless tone, frantically wetting his tongue inside of his mouth.

Without her heels in the way, he was finally able to indulge himself in the focal point of his desire: her feet. She pulled her feet back to give him enough room to properly worship them. Though no longer on his skin, he could still feel the heat radiating off of them as they hung mere inches from his face. The human stuck his now moistened tongue back out and touched the tip to the base of her foot. His tongue pressed firmly against her heel, before slowly sliding it upwards. The softness of the nylon felt pleasurable and smooth against his tongue, leaving the fabric a darker shade from his saliva soaking into the stocking.

Inch by inch, his tongue trailed up her powerful foot, dipping the slick muscle against the curve of her arch. A kiss was given after ever tender lick, pecking the silken touch of her stockings. The blinded human could feel a change under the stocking as he reached the thick pad against the ball of her foot. Unable to contain himself, he leaned in closer with his nose pressing under the polar bear's toes. He buried his nose into the warmth of her stocking, picking up the pleasurable musk emanating from the furry digits while his tongue lapped over her pawpad. Licking wasn't enough for him who had taken to bringing his lips to the mound, sucking it and rubbing his nose deep into the folds of her nylons. The human even took to nibbling her foot in an act of blind lust, which was quickly corrected by another sharp jerk of his collar.

"Sorry, mistress." he quickly apologized, returning to licking her sole.

The bear shifted her foot down, bringing her thick toes to his chin.

"Suck." she growled as her toes drummed against his bottom lip.

"Yes, mistress." he replied, a tinge of lust in his normally even voice.

The human tilted his head and allowed her toes to slip into his mouth, closing his lips around her first two toes as he began to suck them. His tongue snaked between each of her furred digits, licking at the space between with his lips firmly sealed around them. Bobbing his head, the bear's toes were pushed deeper into his maw, the tips of her claws poking through the fabric and scratching the roof of his mouth. They wiggled and pressed down against the back of his tongue as she began to pump them in and out of his mouth. He nodded and kept his head still, allowing her to use him as she pleased.

She pulled her toes back out after a moment and replaced them with the last two, forcing them past his lips which he gladly accepted. The human's hand moved from behind his back, lifting them beside her foot. His hands shook in anticipation and nervousness, but never touched her. As much as he wanted to cradle her ankle while he worshipped the object of his fascination, he didn't want to displease his mistress anymore than he already had. The bear watched with her hand on the collar, awaiting another expected mistake from the human. Staring at his trembling hands, she was pleased that he had seemed to be learning when he refused to touch her.

"How long has it been, slave?"

"Two weeks, mistress." he mumbled around her toes.

"Hmm...does my slave need to be relieved?" she pulled her toes free of his mouth, trails of spittle clinging from her drenched nylons, saliva bridging from her foot to his mouth.

From behind the blackness of the blindfold, his eyes lit up.

"Yes, mistress! Have I been good? Do I deserve such a reward?"

"Only one slipup tonight. We may as well see if you can pass another test." she purred.

Without any further word, she took a small key from her end table. The bear bent down and inserted the key into the lock off his chastity belt. With a quick turn, the lock popped open with a soft click. She took off the lock and unfastened the cramped cage surrounding him. The second it was removed, his manhood sprung to life, bouncing in the open.

"Ohhh...thank you, mistress!" he moaned softly, the cool air of the bedroom feeling quite nice on his moist tip.

The fleshy human cock bobbed in the air, his veins bulging, desperately in need of relief.

"Sit."

With a nod, he changed his position and sat on the ground with his legs spread. The bear stared at his manhood softly bouncing in time with his rapid heartbeat. His foreskin was already half retracted from his arousal, exposing his wet glans with a thin streak of pre already leaking from the tip. She switched legs and pressed the front of her heel down against his length, pinning it to the ground. Gasping in surprise, his body went stiff at the sudden contact made with his overly sensitive cock.

"Do you trust me, slave?" the pointed heel was carefully lowered on his helmet.

"Y-yes, mistress!" he whimpered, gulping at the spike pressing down on him.

"Are you afraid?" the tip of the heel moved under the rim of his tip, pressing down with more force.

"Ahh! No, mistress! I know you'd never hurt me in such a way!" he yelped.

"And if I did? What if I broke this puny cock in half under my foot? What then?" the heel began to twist, threatening to draw blood.

"I wouldn't be angry! As long as it makes you happy, I'm happy!" he cried out, eyes starting to water from the excruciating pain she was inflicting upon the fragile human.

She grinned and lifted the stiletto from his cock head. Instead, she carefully slid it down against his urethra, sending a shiver down his back. With the front still pinning his member to the floor, she bounced her leg, sawing the heel against his cock slit.

"Oh god, mistress!" he moaned, dribbling his thick pre against the black spike.

The bear inched her other foot forward, sneaking it under his balls, rolling the hefty cum filled orbs with her toes. His breathing grew more rapid and quick, mind cloudy with lust. Her heel moved off of him, the other foot taking its place. The silken touch of her black nylons made him squeal with pleasure, the bear's toes spreading and gripping him, pulling back with a teasingly slow pace. A small puddle began to form as his pre steadily leaked from his excited tip.

She laid her foot down against his swollen staff, easily covering the entirety of his manhood under her sizable foot. Drool started to spill down the corner of his mouth at the indescribable bliss she gave to him, her foot rocking back and forth, grinding her pad down. The stockings had a pleasurable slickness to them from the human's passionate worship, his saliva still clinging to the nylon. Her foot slid back, pressing her toes against his tip, spreading her toes apart and pinching the swollen flesh.

He shamelessly cried out in joy at the warm foot working against his manhood, kneading and massaging his bloated cock. As much as he wanted to, the human didn't dare to thrust against her warm, inviting foot, knowing doing so would displease her. Under her toes, she could feel his helmet pulsating with each fresh pump of precum that soaked into her stockings. With another pleasured whine, she shifted her sole back and forth, clenching her toes to let the claws lightly drag down his skin. Goosebumps covered his body at the ticklish scratching of her toe claws grazing over his cock.

"Oh god, mistress! It's too much for me!" he warned, feeling the tingling embrace of his impending orgasm.

"Don't you dare...you do not have my permission to spill that seed!" she hissed at the human.

Despite her warning, she never stopped or even slowed down her footjob. He needed to learn to control himself no matter how pent up he may be.

"I'm so sorry, mistress! I can't stop! I'm...aaahh....ah!" he howled, unable to stop the oncoming climax brought on by weeks of chastity and her skilled foot.

The meek human shuddered at the orgasm taking hold of his body, seizing it with its electrical grasp. His engorged cock twitched, the tip quivering with a bead of cum emerging from his cock slit. The glob of cum weakly spat from his cock, silently landing on the floor. Curious to see what kind of mess her slave was capable of making, her feet moved under his shaft, lifting it with her toes. With another throb, his tip started to leak his seed. The trickle quickly became a steady flow, gentle arching into the air like a fountain.

Her eyes grew wide at the sheer amount of cum flowing from his cock, brought on by constant sexual teasing and torture with no release. The seed splashed on the top of her foot, trickling down around her ankle, the black stocking being painted white by the creamy jizz. While most men has spurting orgasms, his had continued to flow like water from the massive build up of excess seed. Streams of his cum trailed around her foot and dripped down onto her other foot and high heel, making a dull thud with each droplet hitting the black leather.

Finally, the stream began to subside, leaving her foot drenched with his cum, the other foot still trapped in her high heel speckled with drop of his cum. However, he was not finished and was merely just getting started. A feeble strand of cum burst from his tip, followed by another and then another with each one growing in length and force. Soon, his cum was rocketing out of his tip with a bounce of his cock each time, his balls heaving as their contents were expelled onto her awaiting foot and leg. Every thick rope of his cum spat from his tip squirted against her foot with an audible slap, gradually climbing up her leg with each new wave of his climax.

The human spoke no words, only incoherent babble in his lustful state. His knees trembled, toes curled, mouth hanging open to trying and failing to put into words the indescribable euphoria coursing through his body. This was it. The reason he allowed himself to treated in such a way. Abused. Humiliated. This was worth every scratch, every bruise, every punishment he was forced to endure. A climax so sinfully delicious was only brought on by the will of his mistress, though she may not have wanted him to orgasm in this case.

Unfortunately, good things have to come to an end as did his orgasm. The once powerful geyser soon started to peter out, coming back once again to a weakened trickle, before finally coming to an end. What felt like an eternity had actually only lasted around 10 seconds. The bear craned her head forward to inspect the damage he had done. She was shocked to see the ludicrous amount of semen he had spent. Nearly the entirety of the front of her lower leg and foot was covered in his cum. Long thick trails of his muck streamed down her legs, multiple dark blotches appeared in the nylons from the impact of each forceful ejaculation. Though furious at the disobedience of her pet, the burning hot cum clinging to her nylons and sticking to her fur beneath was undeniably sexy.

He began to pant while starting to come down from the orgasmic high clouding his head. Other than displeasing his mistress, the one biggest regret he had was that he couldn't gaze upon the mess he had made. Leaving him to fantasize about the lewd sight that he was deprived of seeing, wanting to give anything to simply peek at his pearly white seed on her legs and feet. The simple sight of his cum still slowly sliding down the black pantyhose would have been enough to set him off once again. The foot under her leg had collected every drop that slipped off her leg and was now equally soaked, his white cum sitting on her reflective black heels.

"Very, very naughty." she hissed through her teeth, pulling his head closer by the leash, slapping his cheek.

"I know. I'm sorry, mistress..." he whimpers from the slap.

"Clean!" she yelled, pulling his head down to the ground by his hair.

The messy heel was forced against the face of the human who quickly began to lick up the mess he had created without permission. His tongue took long swipes over the leather, creating a trail through his seed, leaving behind the shiny black of her heel as he licked off his semen.

"At this rate you're never going to get to touch any part of me if you can't even take my feet without cumming after only two minutes!" she scowled.

"Yes, mistress! I will try harder next time..." he nodded, cleaning off her heel with the increasingly familiar taste of his own seed on his tongue.

It wasn't the first time he had failed to meet her expectations and it wouldn't be the last. Though it pained him to upset his mistress, he couldn't contain himself when he was allowed to indulge himself in his fetish.

Even though he wouldn't be able to earn the right to touch the rest of her body or make love to her, it didn't bother him in a way.

For he would always be content to serve at his mistress' feet.