With that she stepped up, giving me no time at all to assimilate the earth-shaking news she’d just delivered, and jerked the chain forward. Stunned, I landed face-first before her on her suddenly advancing foot, my bruised lips skidding off the slick surface of her boot.
“Lick my feet, slave!” cried Little Keri Colts. “Polish my boots with your worthless tongue! If Big Mistress Linda can whip you and turn you and brutally corn-hole your tight little sissy-p***y, then you can worship me too! I am a biological woman! That makes me a Goddess to a sniveling little pathetically aspiring she-male like you!”
Groveling face-first before her, my stunned mind swarming with swooping terrors and possibilities too hideous to consider, I finally, hopelessly accepted the only way out of my current con
