Eira raised her right eyebrow fully revealing her precious blue eyes and smiled broadly on one side.
“Go on then, look at my shoes.” She sarcastically spoke. Lifting the front part of the her right foot while her heels were planted firmly on the ground, making her sneakers tilt left and right. Excitingly but also feeling a sense of humiliation, i looked at her shoes and every detail on them. They were low top designers from the Nord Storm brand. With a pink star patch on their side and pink laces. Dirt underneath the sneakers was also visible. i was certain they cost more than 500 bucks, not surprisingly since her parents were filthy rich.
“You look like you want to kiss them?” Eira said with her brow raised again. i couldn’t believe what i just heard,
“Do it…” She winked and smiled while her lips pressed together as if she didn’t mean what she said. i didn’t know if she was serious or joking. Nevertheless my emotional desires was screaming “yes”, but my sanity was saying otherwise. This was both embarrassing and a great risk of her telling everybody about it.
i gazed upon the surroundings and nobody could actually see us. There were neighboring houses nearby but there was no risk of anyone spotting us up here at the balcony. There was still the risk of the security at the gate coming or some teacher showing up to the school for some extra work that created the doubt, which added an extra thrill to my predicament. Emotions clouded my judgment but perhaps this was the only opportunity i would ever have; to come closer to my deepest desires no matter how pathetic they were.
i dropped down on my knees, kneeling on the dusty red surface, both palms on the floor; alas on all fours before Eira. i then reached my head towards her sneakers and passionately kissed them slowly but repeatedly. Eira busted a loud laughter that forced her to hold her mouth shut and only sporadic giggling could be heard. i looked up at her and i could see her iPhone 13 pointed at me with her camera light piercing my eyes. She was videotaping me the whole time i was kissing her shoes.
“Wait!…” i tried interrupting her by reaching to her phone but she gave me a rather hard kick directly to my solar plexus that sent me to my back. i clenched my tummy and moaned briefly in pain.
“Don’t you dare stretch your hands towards me or I’ll fucking chop them off,” Eira let out a sharp command while walking towards me with her phone’s camera still pointed at me, “Keep your filthy paws away from my phone you dog, it definitely costs more than you.” I picked myself up in mostly psychological pain rather than physical. Eira sounded different and cruel than i imagined her to be.
She pressed a button on her phone which let out a sound to notify one that the video has been saved. My greatest fear was now a reality; my deepest desires of being a submissive has been captured on video.
“Please delete that video Eira, don’t do this… You have me on video.” Speaking in fear. Eira interrupted my protest with a laugh while shaking her head.
“Why don’t you crawl back to the position you were in before or I will send this to my phone groups or worst; upload it to my socials. Imagine everybody seeing what an old boot kisser you are… idiot!” She wasn’t bluffing.
“Are you still weighing your choices? 5…4…” Eira counted down while looking at her phone. This made me get on my knees and crawl towards her. There i was on my fours again beneath an 18 year-old school girl. Shocked and confused commanded by a beauty who i thought was all innocent and kind.
“You don’t know me Abdul, Or should I call you “Dog”… A dog or a monkey?” Eira glared down at me as she leaned forward with her hands on her waist, causing the golden necklace of her diamond cross pendant to slip off of her shirt, and her cleavage in plain sight, “I’ve long known how you, a hapless indigent bustard, see me and my girlfriends, you see us as gods. Above your fucking league; and we love it. We love the attention and we fantasize taking advantage of you. Trampling you to the dust where you belong and that is exactly what I am going to do today.”
“Is that a twitch I spot in your pants, are you getting a hard-on after i kicked you, or is it from kissing my shoes??” Eira leaned towards me and lifted one side of her lip towards her nose in disgust. i on the other hand was filled with both fear and arousal. Fear of being exposed, and arousal of getting the attention of Eira and being under her control. It didn’t matter to me what kind of attention i was getting, any attention was more than what i could ever wish for.
“Take it off.” Eira stood crossed handed but this time one of her hands pointed upwards placed on the side of her cheek. i looked at her flabbergasted.
“You heard me, take your pants off… now.” Kneeling underneath the young beauty, hypnotized by her stern demand and stunning appearance. i looked at her like a confused puppy. She started shaking her phone gesturing a threat.
“You know what happens if you don’t do it, I’m posting the clip. And… I’ll scream, I’ll shout on top of my lungs that you tried to rape me.”
Stricken with legitimate fear I began to plead,
“No, you can’t do that, please…”
“Yes I can, I can do whatever I want. The people and the authorities won’t be good to you, that I promise, especially when the news breakout that a dirty old muslim raped a young beautiful white girl. And when they put you in a fucking cage where you belong with crazy men, your tight gross asshole will turn to a blender.” Eira laughed aloud demonically.
“Last chance dog!”
Eira was really going to do it. She meant it, causing my whole body to shake from the reality i was facing. i began to unfastened my belt and slowly pull down my green colored janitor pants. i did not wear any undies, never had since i didn’t need to. There was a very slight chance of anyone noticing my penis or for it to get on my way when walking or running.
“Faster imbecile!” Eira scolded. i pulled it completely down onto my knees revealing my pubic hair and penis which was now fully erect.
“Look at you,” shaking her head; giggling and pointing her costly phone at me taping my every action, “Stand up and take it all off. Your shirt, your pants, your shoes. Everything. i want you naked as an animal. You are my monkey.” i stood up feeling weak, it felt like i was squatting 40 pounds of weight. My pants dropped as a result; revealing my hairy lower body.
“Kick them towards me.” Eira ordered while laughing, of which i did.
“Your shirt now.” She ordered and i obliged. i was now a completely naked middle aged man with my hands covering my hairy penis, embarrassingly before a teenage, Aryan Queen. My body was built like an orangutan ape; with patches of chest hair and more ungroomed body hair.
“Gross, you are fucking disgusting.” She picked up my pants while making a face, she searched them removing my wallet then proceeded to take all the money from it; 400 bucks total.
“What are you doing with all this money, you dirty sand monkey?”