Trampling the submissive shoe salesman

It was late evening at a small shoe store in the city. Bill, the salesman, was in the store alone. No one else was in sight. It was about 15 minutes to close. Bill, a somewhat shy guy, had an intense foot and shoe fetish, but especially a boot fetish. The store carried many shoes and boots, which is why he took the job. Bill was straightening up the tall boot section when he heard the bell at the door.

A man entered the store. He was dressed in white riding breeches and a leather jacket. On his feet, he wore an extremely dirty and worn pair of black riding boots. Bill came around the corner and spying the man, did a double take.

"How may I help you?" Bill inquired.

Taranus could intuitively sense Bill was a wimp. In an arrogant manner he said “I need a new pair of boots exactly like these!"

Bill stammered "This way sir, please."

Taranus followed Bill to the boot section and thought to himself “I think I'll really work this wimp over.”

When they reached the boot section, Bill asked him to sit down while he went to get the new boots. Taranus said “Wimp, go lock the door first. I do not want to be disturbed.”

Bill was stunned by his dominant attitude, but said "Yes sir".

"Call me Master Taranus" he snapped.

"Yes Master Taranus." Bill went to the door and locked it. He returned to the Master.

"On your knees in front of me Wimp".

Bill obediently knelt and looked down at the worn and extremely muddy pair of boots. He detected specks of horse shit on the boots.

“I want you to kiss my boots.” Master Taranus ordered.

Bill looked down again at the messy boots and hesitated. The Master was furious with the delay. He lashed out at Bill with his boot, catching him on the chest, leaving a huge muddy, shitty stain on his fresh white shirt. Caught off guard, Bill fell backwards. Quick as a cat, Master Taranus was standing over him. He proceeded to wipe the sole of his right boot all over Bill’s white shirt. Then he stepped up onto Bill’s chest and began wiping the left sole on Bill’s upturned face. He grinded his sole unmercifully all over Bill’s face, leaving a muddy, shitty mess. Bill began submissively kissing the sole of Taranus’ boot, while begging for mercy. Finally, the Master’s anger subsided, and he stepped off the badly shaken wimp. He gave him a swift kick in the ribs, before sitting back down.

“Now I want you to clean up these filthy boots, and be quick about it” Master Taranus ordered.

“Then we will get down to trying on the new boots.”

Bill quickly prostrated himself before the Master, and without hesitation, lovingly licked the entirety of his boots, including the soles.

“Make sure you swallow all that disgusting muck.” Taranus said while looking down at the wimp with disdain.

“Yes Master Taranus.” Bill replied in between laps of his tongue.

With long wet strokes of his tongue, he removed all the mud and horse shit from the Master’s boots. Finally they were as shiny as new.

Feeling honoured to have been allowed to lick such a noble man’s boots, Bill humbly said “Thank you Master Taranus.”

Immediately the Master ordered Bill to remove his old boots. As he removed each of the warm boots, Bill couldn’t help but place his face in the opening, and inhale deeply. The heady smell of leather and Master’s feet hit his nostrils. Bill was in heaven.

Master ordered Bill to get the new boots, put them on his feet, then kiss his toes. Bill did as he was told. Master then ordered Bill to wrap up his old boots, and said he will wear the new ones instead. Bill did so, then escorted the Master to the front of the store, assuming he would then pay for them.

"Because you did not serve me as well as you should, you will pay for my boots." Bill knew he had no choice. "Come to the door and let me out.” Bill went to the door and unlocked it.

"Lay down. I want a doomart to exit the store" the Master said haughtily.

Tentatively, Bill lowered himself down onto the damp sidewalk, directly outside the doorway to the store. Losing patience, Master Taranus put a boot on Bill’s shoulder, violently pushing him onto his back. Before Bill could settle into position, the Master carelessly planted a boot on Bill’s vulnerable groin, then pushed down, using it to mount him. He then proceeded to walk the length of Bill’s body, very heavily, trampling him. This produced groans of discomfort from Bill with each step.

When he reached Bill’s head, the Master planted the sole of his boot right in the middle of Bill’s upturned face. He paused there momentarily, enjoying his moment of triumph. Then he grinded his sole side to side, as if he was putting out a cigarette butt. Bill could hear people laughing at him as they passed by. He was humiliated beyond belief. Finally the Master dismounted him and disappeared into the darkness, leaving Bill battered and bruised, laying in the street.

Bill the wimpy shoe salesman as gotten his.