I was looking forward to having him humiliate himself at My feet. I clenched and unclenched My toes in anticipation of what was to come as I studied the uncomfortable young man.

   "Do you understand what you are here for?," I asked him. Barely shifting his gaze from his shoes he replied with a weak, "yes." I smiled to Myself and said, "What exactly have you been told?" Still preferring to concentrate on anything but My delving stare he told Me that he had been sent to be humiliated and wrestled to the floor by a Woman. I did not respond and he added, "I have never wrestled before, I am not very strong and I expect that I will lose," his head dropped and he clasped his hands in an undignified display of defeat before I even led him to the room.

   I stood with My jacket concealing the black mesh wrestler outfit underneath. I looked down with distaste once more at the hideously white shoes on My feet and said, "Come", in an authoritative voice, which did not allow for question.

   I instructed him to show My assistant how to work the video camera he had brought along as I took some time to once again size him up. I was confident that he wouldn't be difficult for Me to handle. When he was finished I led him into the room and set up some background music while My assistant staked out an area to film from.

   I had removed all furniture from the room and placed down a large sheet where I was going to humiliate him to a degree that he was not yet fully aware. "Take off your shoes and socks," I said in a firm and matter of fact tone. I removed My jacket to reveal the bodysuit underneath and placed it out of My way. The camera was now active and when he was finished I had him put his things in the corner before coming before Me. Full of hesitant incomprehension his face looked up at Me for further instruction.

  Walking behind him I kneed the back of his leg while pushing him forward down onto the mat. I dropped to My knees and approached the confused young man with vigor. "Are you ready?", I taunted as I advanced upon him. "I SAID, are you READY??", I repeated in an unashamed blast of volume. "Yes!" he forced out his reply as I made My first grab on his thin frame. lips.

   I easily pushed him to the floor and put him into an embarrassing posture where his mouth was shoved against My sneakers. I kept him there for awhile and then started to squeeze his body with My powerful legs. "Oh yes!" I said joyously, "This is going to be fun!!" I didn't wait for his response, instead I squeezed him until he let out a defeated groan into My shoelaces.

   I let him go only to subjugate him this time to the cold underside of My dirty white tennis shoe. I pressed his face mercilessly down onto the floor. I laughed riotously when I released his face and saw the faint red shoe tread mark on his face. "Come on little boy, can't you do better than that? Come on!!," I teased. He made a pitiful attempt and I locked him once again into an uncomfortable posture this time with his ass up while I spanked him and called out, "Who's your Daddy?!, who's your Daddy!"

  I beamed over him with a wicked kind of glee and instructed him to kiss My sneakers and then take them off to reveal My thick white athletic socks. I think he was somewhat relived that there would be no more sneaker marks on his face but he soon realized that he would have preferred Me keeping My shoes on.

   I tossed him back onto the floor and this time I shoved My damp socks directly into his face. "Oh god!", he complained as I kept him locked into position with My feet covering his upturned nose. "Take a good whiff!", I commanded as he resisted pathetically. His face turned from side under My insistence, finally he relented and took a meager intake of air. "Oh god, oh god," he complained. I responded with a resounding, "Not good enough! This time take a GOOD whiff!"

   I felt his body sink under the order as he relented to My superior strength and will. Doing as he was told I became satisfied with his performance and felt sure this was the time to move on to the next level. "Now you will smell My socks twenty times in a row. Shaking his head in disgust I scissored My legs around his head and repeated the order. "Twenty times and you will count each one off," I repeated. Pressing his nose against My foot he sniffed. "Oh god it stinks!" he complained as he counted off his sock sniffing.

   "Now, you are going to lick My socks," I informed the boy steadily. "No, no, no way," he said shakily in reply. "

   The reason you were sent to Me was so that you could be properly punished," I motioned to the camera, "I would hate to send you home knowing you had not taken this in complete seriousness. I would hope the punishment for that would be far worse." I let that information sink in and when he didn't respond quickly enough I pushed him down and began once again to crush his body with My legs and arms while shoving My socks into his face. In the force of My assault I snapped off two nails throwing him to the floor. "Fuck you, you little shit!!" I howled as pressed upon his body with all My strength. Twisting his frame and pinning him down I faced the camera. Speaking directly to the camera lens I said, "Fuck you too! I gave the camera the finger with My broken nail. Not holding out any longer I used My full strength and growled as he cried out. Begging Me to stop I kept My hold over him, "Not until you do as you are told." Groaning under the force of My attack he stuck out his tongue to give My sock a tiny lick.