His Goddess specialises in bleeding rich men dry, and he's no exception: just another pay pig arriving for his appointment at her feet. Earning the privilege of an hour in her company is expensive, but worth it -- even when her humiliation treatment pushes him almost to his limits. This session will be different, though: she has a special little gift for him, and a plan to show him just how desperate he can be.
Out in the real world he might be powerful, but on his knees in front of his Mistress he's nothing but a toy for her amusement. Will he be able to resist her charms -- or will he finally come to accept that his sole purpose in life is to offer himself up in tribute to her whims?
This story contains themes of BDSM, female domination, financial domination and humiliation.
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     ‘Do you think I don’t know how your stupid little brain works? You spend all week lusting after me. Did you really think I was dumb enough to think you don’t want anything?’
     ‘No, Goddess.’ She’s right. You never could fool her.
     ‘Then what do you want?’
     ‘To serve you. To worship you.’
     ‘How?’
     ‘To kiss your feet. To clean your shoes with my tongue.’
     ‘And what makes you think I want your filthy, slobbery tongue making a mess all over my beautiful feet?’
     ‘I… I don’t know, Goddess.’
     She leans in close then – perhaps the closest she has ever been to you – and whispers in your ear. You’re so overcome by her scent and the feeling of her breath against your cheek that it takes you a second to tune into the words coming out of her mouth. She’s speaking sotto voce, and you have to strain to hear. ‘Listen to me,’ she says. ‘You will never get to kiss my feet. You’re not only not worthy – you’ll never be worthy. The dirt on my shoes is so far above you in my estimations that the idea makes me feel sick. Do you understand that, boy? You sicken me.’