You eye the shoed feet in front of you, and Megan begins thinking of what to do. After a few minutes, she uses one foot to push you onto your back. With your arms and legs tied, you are unable to get back up.
She stands up and looks down at you.
"Now, since you are now my property, I feel it's only suiting for you to only adress me as Mistress from now on. Understand?"
You glare at her.
"Like hell I will."
Megan sighs and places a foot on your chest, leaning in to look at you closer.
"Oh you will. And if you don't, then I'm going to have to punish you."
Ignoring her, you squirm and try to untie your arms. Megan responds by stomping her sneakered foot down on your face, holding your head to the ground.
"I'm not kidding."
You attempt to get her foot off of your cheek, and she stomps down again.
Hard.
Suddenly, you feel your breathing slightly restricted as Megan stands on your chest. She bounces up and down slightly, causing you to moan with pain.
"Oh shut up. You're gonna have to get used to this sooner or later."
She holds a foot above your face.
"Now lick my sneaker."
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