Steeled and Heeled

Chapter Two

Anastasia wafted pepper near her face and got out a Kleenex as Christian licked her toes. She sneezed, then ordered Christian to sit up.

"Swallow this," she said, handing him the Kleenex.

"But it's got your snot all over it."

"That's the point, Christian. Now, do what I said."

He put it in his mouth but took a minute to swallow. His mouth now full of her phlegm, he was ready to run out of there. She saw his eyes dart for the door. "You want to leave this soon, Christian-boy? You haven't even had your fill of my feet."

He bent down to lick them some more.

"No," she said, drawing her foot back. "Not until you've brushed your teeth."

She handed him a toothbrush that she drew out of her purse and he started heading toward the bathroom. Then she slammed him against the wall.

"You can't use that toothbrush yet, dear," she said, smiling sweetly down at him. She lifted it out of his hand and he watched as she lifted her blouse and stuck the toothbrush in her panties, rubbing up and down and across. Then she gave it back to him and helped him stand up.

In the bathroom, she stood in the doorway, watching him to be sure he didn't try to find a different toothbrush. He began brushing his teeth, almost choking at the pubic hair that was being transferred from the toothbrush to his tongue.

After he had been there a couple of minutes, and obviously trying to find a way to escape, Anastasia led him back to the living room .

"Whaat are you standing there for? Get baack to licking my feet."

He resumed that pursuit, watching her fearfully.

She started reading, and when he thought she wasn't paying attention to him, he backed away from her, slowly, trying not to make a noise…

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Well, I thought that since you were busy, perhaps we could resume this encounter later."

"I'm not too busy for you, my dear Christian. Now resume licking my feet."

He did so, though he didn't seem happy about it.

She kept on reading while he stayed there for an hour, never ceasing in the occupationg hse had demanded he engage in, though he sometimes went to her ankles, and even once risked going up to her knee. She stopped him though and made his tongue slide back down to her toes.

Finally, she got up and went off. He made a bolt for the door, but as he reached the handle, he felt a knuckle make contact with his neck, and he plummeted to the ground.

"The slave is not allowed to leave his mistress' presence until she orders him to do so," Anastasia said.

"Don't continue with this slave nonsense, Ana. It's not in you."

"Calling me 'Ana' again? Now you'll get to see me in full fury. The slave is really going to love his mistress soon."

She put a damp rag on his neck and left it there. Then she sat on his chest. "Do you know what happens next, my pet?" she asked him, her finger under his chine.

He shook his head, to the bst of his ability. It hurt thought, because his head was ensconsed betwetwen a chair back and the wall.

"Let's just say you're about to suffer a great big deal," she said.

He didn't like the sound of that.

She put two heavy books on his feet. Then she went off into the kitchen area, humming the bars from the music in a classic horror film. Christian felt his adrenaline rush at alarming speeds. Not thatit would do him any good. He was in no position for flight, and the way Anastasia made it sound, fighting would be futile.