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Chapter 6
Isobel wasted no time in making herself comfortable. Plopping down on the sofa with her legs outstretched resigning me to the small single chair in the corner. Picking up the remote on the coffee table she turned on the TV but pressed the mute button.
“Before you get too comfortable, be a babe and go grab me some water.”
I jumped up and scurried to the kitchen, fetching a bottle from the fridge. I untwisted the cap on the way back to the living room. I moved to hand it to her as she sat checking her phone. Her lack of attention to me felt intentional as I stood there. Feeling I understood what was expected I stood holding the bottle towards her until after 2 minutes she briefly looked up at me.
“A glass with a little wedge of lemon and some ice.”
“Thank god I have a lemon in the fridge” I wondered to myself before rushing back to the kitchen and returning shortly after.
We sat for a little while as Isobel checked the messages she had missed whilst busy partying. I also thought if she was speaking with Tom, it didn’t take long for her to shake me from my thoughts.
“Oh how rude of me, I have my shoes on your sofa!” She feigned concern.
Looking towards her gorgeous shoes I replied “That’s no problem at all, as long as you are comfortable!”
“Well now that you mention it, they are pinching a little. Why don’t you come and take them off for me.”
Isobel, my flawless Goddess laughed openly and loudly at how quickly I shot from my seat to scurry across the room and discover myself kneeling at the edge of the sofa at her gorgeous feet. I looked towards her eyes with trepidation and she gave a slight nod still softly giggling at how much this meant to me.
Looking down at the open toe, white leather platforms I could smell a small amount of perspiration from the night’s dancing, it was intoxicating. In almost a trance like state of worship I reached forward and deliberately unclipped the buckles on both shoes, being so very careful to not pinch her perfect skin. Her feet were crossed at the ankles and I dutifully slid off the right and then the left. I slowly placed them on the floor beside me as if I was handling ancient and priceless treasure.
I looked down and felt such gratitude I was kneeling as I believe this was the only thing that stopped me from collapsing in awe. My first chance to see my Goddesses feet this close was almost overwhelming. The most perfect, dainty pale white feet propped in front of me. Her toes were perfectly painted with clear polish and flawless white tips.
I was worried I may be visibly drooling yet for once Goddess did not laugh or even smile at such a show of weakness. She quietly stared at my face. Seeing her eyes in my periphery, I could not tell what she was thinking, she looked curious yet serious at the same time. I felt as though she was studying me as I made a move to stand.
Before I had gotten far Isobel lifted her leg, her foot moving just past my face which made me freeze. Her perfect pieds found their way to my shoulder. The message was automatically clear, I was not moving. I began to lower myself again, feeling Goddess push lightly with her sole made me double my efforts to the point that it slightly hurt my knees as I landed back on the hardwood floor.
Once I was prostate again I looked back up to my Goddess who’s lip was lightly curling into a smile. She left her foot on my shoulder for just a few seconds before she finally spoke. “Don’t move a muscle.” I instantly became a statue aside from the breathing in my chest and the throbbing a couple of feet south.
Isobel did not break eye contact as she slowly removed her foot from my shoulder and guided it until it was 3 inches from my face. I worried I was lightly shaking as I stared at her soft, perfect sole. I could smell a slight sweat from the night’s activities that only made me more excited. Isobel was still just watching me, she could see my breathing fasten.
“Assuming you can still speak. 1 to 10 how bad do you want to move boss?” This was the first time she had called me that in a condescending fashion. The first time she had ever highlighted the absurdity of our real positions compared to the supposed power imbalance our job titles would indicate.
“100!” I said with a desperate voice.
“You can move 1 hand, use it to send me £100, bet you wish you had just said 10.”
I moved rapidly to pull my phone out of my pocket. Within 30 seconds I had opened cashapp and done as my Goddess had demanded.
“Good boy! You can move again” followed with a joyful giggle.
Sometimes in life it is good to hesitate, this certainly was not one of those moments. I instantly jarred my neck towards her foot, already planning to place a symbolic kiss on the lowest part of her body. To my total disappointment and surprise, Isobel pulled her foot away just before I could reach it. Losing balance, I stumbled forward quickly putting out my hands to avoid landing on my face and leaving me ashamed and on all fours.
My Goddess laughed as loud as I’ve ever heard her laugh before. My disappointment quickly dissipated as I knew I could never stay disappointed at someone so perfect. I felt a perverse sense of pride that I had made her laugh so purely and joyfully whilst feeling an even more perverse sense of enjoyment from the humiliation that was causing my cheeks to turn red.
“Tut tut, now I didn’t say you could kiss me did I? Who knows what made you think you could get that lucky!” She said, feigning annoyance whilst struggling to suppress a grin.
“I am so so sorry Goddess, please forgive me! I will never try to touch you again. I’m so sorry.”
Another laugh followed, I stayed on all fours totally prostate below her now with my eyes planted on the floor.
“You can be quite adorable when you beg like that! I should have you do it when you get my tea wrong in the office! Now I didn’t say you could kiss me but I didn’t say no touching either. My feet are extremely tired and could definitely do with a lovely massage. Now I wonder if I know anyone who would be willing to do that after such a long night of dancing. Hmm”
To be continued…
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