New shoes - a short story

My mouth drops when I see your new heels. Leopard print adorning your beautiful feet. Your slim ankles mezmorize me. 

"You like baby?" You raise and arch your foot causing your ankle and calf muscles to flex.

"Yes Mistress. Very much."

"Good. You paid for them"

"Mistress you know I'm tight this week. I won't be able to buy lunch."

"On your knees boy! Face to the floor!"

I drop like a rock. Assuming my place before you.

"What's more important bitch? My feet or you skipping a meal?"

"Your feet Mistress. Your feet are more important than me."

I feel your heels press against my shoulder as you rest your feet on me.

"Don't forget it. Now keep your fucking head down until I tell you otherwise."

I kneel there at peace. Properly put in my place.