Rebelling or willing, she could never keep pets for too long. They would either get tired of it or they would prove to be completely unsuitable for her to retain. Not to mention the realistic aspect of keeping another human being as your pet. It involves several risks, investments and, just like with any other pet, a certain level of sacrifice. She never wanted to turn this into a chore or a tiring responsibility, she just wanted to have fun. So her plan for the night was to play around with Alex for as much as she could and then turn him loose.
Because some of her first pets reacted quite aggressively, once set free, she learned to adapt her games (as much as she disliked it) to whatever reactions her victims would have. She didn’t care about their discomfort or rebellion, as long as they weren’t brutally smashing against their restraints for dear life, in a desperate attempt to escape. When they would reach that level of terror, she would stop having fun. She wanted them to willingly subdue themselves to her torments, she wasn’t a psychopath. She was just a bit sadistic <3 And needless to say, she would never take them to her home. Neither did she do it now, but it was an easy excuse for cuffing him up and testing his reaction, when putting the panties she wore all day over his face. Having people easily subdue themselves to whatever she could think of, just because she asked them to was a major turn on for Stephanie.
So, at the moment, while partly aware of Alexander’s discomfort, she would continue grazing her toes over his tongue, despite it, every now and then catching it between them and releasing it in order to once again scrape at it. Sensing his subtle twitches, whenever she would scrape his palate was a constant stream of pleasure for her. It couldn’t have been comfortable at all. She loved that he was putting up with it without complaints.
She also appreciated his effort of enveloping his teeth and using his tongue as a sole mat for her. As she was thinking all of this while studying his nice facial features, he would constantly try, with his eyes closed, to match and rub the sole of her toes with his tongue, in order to soften her almost-rough patches. Her toes felt so tender and delicate in his mouth. He would ever so often have to fight gagging, but it was not a constant sensation, recurrent as it was still. Having her foot shoved down his mouth was also preventing him from swallowing, so a lot of his saliva would end up as drool outside of his mouth and down his chin or her leg. Soon enough she picked up on this and took out her foot, wiping it firstly on his face and then onto his hair, knowing it to be a much better towel substitute than skin. She loved smearing his face first, though, as another humiliating test for seeing what he would put up with. Alex was reveling in his new-found bliss, completely at the mercy of this beautiful stranger, completely out of control, completely out of…choice.
Finally! I never felt so alive, so light, so…free. So careless and so blissful. He wouldn’t waste any time analyzing the nature of his emotions or the depraved situation he was being put through. The gratification he would receive by being used and abused by such a beautiful creature was a high he has been looking for a very long time. Should he have processed the entire context this event was happening in, he would have realized that the natural remedy to his predicament was any sort of bondage, physical or psychological, any situation where he would no longer lead, decide or push.