Lady Shay giggled mischievously as she strolled through the stables, her hips swaying gently in tandem with the rhythm of her footsteps. She glanced over at the young man tending to the horses, noticing how he struggled to keep his eyes off her feet. A wicked grin spread across her lips as she kicked off her shoes and sauntered over to him.
"I like stomping on those horse apples with my Converse, until the horse shit sticks to every crevice in my sole," she purred, placing a particularly muddy shoe against his cheek. "And you'll be the one cleaning it up. You disgusting piece of filth."
The man opened his mouth to protest, but Lady Shay cut him off. "Oh, don't mind if I do!" she chortled, lifting her leg up onto a nearby bale of hay. "Go ahead and start cleaning my shoes," she commanded, rolling her eyes. "Make sure you get every bit of it off."
As the man kneeled before her, tongue hanging out in anticipation, Lady Shay enjoyed the power trip. She watched with utter fascination as he lapped at the stench from her soles, wishing he could taste her sweat as well. She moved her leg back and forth, teasingly, allowing him to suck on her filthy skin until it was spotless.
"You're such a pervert," she laughed, tugging playfully at his hair. "Seeing those horses makes you so horny?"
"No, Mistress," he whimpered, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes. "It's just... your feet are so beautiful. I can't help myself."
Lady Shay giggled again. "Well, they're all yours now," she said, handing him her shoes. "Make sure you take good care of them."
The man nodded eagerly, slipping her shoes back on and watching as she slid her feet into her socks and Converse. She winked at him before picking up her muddy shoes and walking away, leaving him there with a hardon that threatened to split his pants.
As she strolled back to her in her dirty footwear, she couldn't help but grin to herself. The look of satisfaction on that man's face had been priceless. And who knew? Maybe next time, she'd let him taste more than just her shoes...
