Steeled and Heeled
Chapter One
Christian Gray entered Anastasia's apartment. Today was the day when he'd show her the difference between master and slave.
He tripped over something and when he flipped himself over and looked up, he saw Anastasia there.
"I must''ve tripped over a table leg," he said.
"It wasn't a table leg. It was mine."
"Oh. So you tripped me. Not on purpose, I hope?"
"You bastard. You come to my apartment to give me BDSM treatment and you ask if I didn't trip you on purpose. Of course it was on purpose. On the floor is where you belong, you piece of trash."
"Hey, don't talk down to me. I'm a billionaire. If I wanted this kind of treatment, I would pay for it."
"Then get out of my apartment."
"I'd rather stay with you."
"Then let me make it clear. I am not your BDSM slave. You can be mine,, if you like, but I will not be yours."
Christian got to his feet and grasped her arms in his hands. "You listen to me, you little bitch. I'm the one in charge here and I will have my way!"
She spit in his eye. He reached up to cover it and she kicked him in the shins.
"Hey!"
"Hey yourself. In fact, I might make you eat hay later. How does a silage-only diet sound?"
"You are being ridiculous, Ana."
"Do NOT CALL ME ANA!" she screamed, stomping her foot and clenching her fists.
"Are you going to turn into the Incredible Sulk or something? A big purple monster that cries all the time?"
"No. I'm going to knock all your teeth out."
"Now Ana, that's not very nice."
"My name is Anastasia, and if you're going to disrespect that, you can get out of here."
"But really," said Christian, "all I came here to was bind you up and make you do all sorts of things."
"I will be the binder around here," she said. "You will be the bound."
"Is that a quote from an Anne Rice novel?"
"Please. I read serious literature for my major. You know, Tess of the D'Urberville? Nineteen Eighty-four? The Portrait of a Lady?"
"Never heard of them."
"And you won't hear of them again, since you are quitting my apartment."
"I just got here."
She punched him in the stomach. He moaned and bent forward, allowing her to box his ears.
"Ow! What'd you do that for?"
"You are the slave, and I am your mistress. Obey me, and I will let you remain. Disobey, and you will be banished from here."
"Oh Anastasia, darling little Anastasia," he said.
His ears were still throbbing, but that did not stop her from kicking him in the groin.
That really caused him pain. He was practically out of it by now.
She slapped his face to keep him conscious. "That was because you were planning to use that thing on me. Well, it's not happening now."
"But don't you want to BDSM?" he asked.
"I'll show you BDSM, you prat," she said, slamming him to the ground. She took her shoes off and threw them at his head, then said, "Lick my toes."
"What?"
"I said lick them!"
"Look, I'm supposed to be the one in control here."
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a Cottonee. Lick my frickin' toes."
He stuck his tongue out and put them to her feet, running them along from the big toe to the pinky one. Then he moved on to her other foot.
"Am I done now?"
"No. Lick each foot three times, and then I'll consider what to do with you next."
He continued licking her toes, then asked if he could lick her heels too.
"Sure," she said.
He moved his tongue along her heels. And wouldn't stop licking one heel, then the enxt. Back and forth, again and again.
"You really are having fun with my feet, aren't you?" she asked.
"I sure am," he said.
"Good, because I wasn't kidding about feeding you silage and when you're done down there, I'm going to make you some."
Christian groaned.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"It better have been nothing," she said. She kicked him in the neck and brought her foot down on his esophagus. Then she resumed her seat and allowed him to continue licking her foot when he found himself capable of lifting his head again.