You feel swelling on your forehead, a consequence of you slamming your head against the hardwood floor in a desperate dogeza.
You peek up from your prostrated position. You can see azure painted toenails, two beautiful feet sheathed in khaki heels.
"That's not going to be enough anon," the imposing woman growls at you, you can feel her gaze upon you.
You made a terrible mistake, your boss made you chauffeur around an important client from Indonesia. She was a strict woman, the kind whose words could kill. You shouldn't have let her witness your boner.
You feel her heel on your head, stepping down.
"Filthy dogs like you need to be punished," she pushes on you, raising your head up. You can see her face. It was filled with disgust and disdain. Her blue? green? Eyes stared you down behind expensive Gucci glasses, you're melting under her gaze.
She wore a dress pant suit that was dyed blue. Her short and trimmed white hair framed an alluring face.
You crawl back, weaving and bobbing your head in order to avoid her heels trying to stab your eyes out. Now you're against the wall.
"You do not need these." you cry out, as her dagger like heel stabs itself into your crotch. It pierced your slacks and the skin of your testicles.
She grinds, squeezing her foot down. You swore it was bleeding. You choked out a feeble apology as the pain grew in crescendo.
All she gives is a viscous grin. Her cheeks flushed red and a hand going down towards her crotch.
Allah help you she was enjoying this.