"That's right push that tongue all the way out and curl it down - try to touch your chin with the tip - all the way."

Leah had always been impressed with the size, and the wetness of Claudia's tongue. It was like she approved of it. As though it was a fitting tongue for a creature like Claudia. Leah stopped just to the side of Claudia's right shoulder. The older woman's arms were straight and flat to her sides. For the first time Leah looked down at Claudia. Properly looked down at the former city whiz woman - her full lips parted and her large, fleshy wet tongue pushed right out and down the length of her lower mouth. This in itself a humiliating situation, or 'pose' to be in - and yet one that seemed to be fitting. One that seemed to be 'right' for her. In Claudia's mind she was humiliated, utterly and yet at the same time she knew it was right. Knew that she was in the right place, at the light skinned black woman's feet. On her back with her tongue out in some obscene pose - it just all seemed fitting and 'right'.

Leah didn't say anything - she simply positioned herself and lifted one foot. Another display of skill from the multi-talented sadist. Herself perched on the highest, thinnest spiked stilettos and yet able with ease to balance perfectly on the on foot as she lifted the other. Her movements, every single one of them every single nuance, of every single movement fluid and smooth. Lifting that foot and them swinging it over the head and the face of Claudia. Bringing her heel down - not even needing to aim it, or check positioning - eerily like activities like this come as second nature. Bringing the metal tip of her stiletto the point of Claudia's tongue right up next to her lips. Bringing the heel down, very gently - very gently. No shakes or faltering at all. As though she can feel the resistance of the tongue flesh as she brings the heel down. Indenting the tongue - pressing the heel down. Looking down casually as Claudia's eyes widen, almost bulge as she looks up the length of Leah's own legs - at the same time feeling the sharpness of that heel cutting through the drool forming on the tongue. That heel encouraging more drool to form. Leah pressing down her heel, indenting the flesh of that tongue and holding it there. Holding it there for what seemed like an age. Claudia remaining quiet - and still - dead still. Knowing that she cannot make a sound even though she desperately wants and needs to cry out. Not because of the pain in her nipples. Not because of the trauma she should have been feeling for her daughter - the knowledge of her daughter just being dripped into her - what she hasn't been told about her being made up in her own mind. Rather wanting or needing to cry out because, simply because it felt right that she was where she was and that she was sorry, so sorry for the life of lies that she had lived before her past had caught up with her. Her mind playing cruel tricks on her. Leah very slowly, keeping the pressure applied to the centre of the tongue with that high heel - slowly and very deliberately dragging that heel down the centre groove of the tongue. Claudia's mind screaming but only screaming inside her head. Leah bringing down that heel, all the way. All the way down to the tip - then pressing. Keeping the tip of the dripping drooling tongue pressed to the lower chin of the older woman. It was like statement - Leah humiliating this woman like this because she could. The humiliation an expert humiliation - one might think that it would be far more degrading to make Claudia lick the sole of the stiletto clean - as though emphasising her newly found lowly position. But not so. The dragging of that heel down the centre of that tongue a display of utter control. Of utter contempt of the older woman by the younger sadist.

"Keep that tongue right out. Don't let me see it recede even slightly. Push it right out and keep it there."

Leah's order had been simply delivered as she lifted her heel off the tongue. She had made a point - a hugely psychological point. But she hadn't finished yet. She moved out of sight and seemed to be out of sight to Claudia for some time. Her huge, rubbered, enhanced clamped breasts rising and falling, rising and falling. Yes the nipple clamp bells had been removed, but the aureole clamps pulling out the flesh to a painful star shape were still there. The nipple still more than a little distorted from the elongated clamping and belling they had been subjected to. There was the click click of Leah's high heels as she returned. The saliva that had coated the tip of one heel had been walked into the floor and now she was back. That click click of heels seemed to put the older woman on edge, her eyes darting around trying to catch sight of her tormentor. Leah was carrying more clips, or clamps and with them what seemed to be a spaghetti of delicate chains. Claudia feared the worse of course and she was right to. Except she didn't need to fear so much the worse straight away. Leah stood over her again and swung one stiletto'd foot over the older woman bringing both feet to the point at the sides of Claudia's lower neck. She was facing the length of Claudia, looking down the length of her to her feet. Almost at her shoulders. Then she bent her knees some and then lowered herself down - as she did this she looked over her shoulder at the older woman. She didn't so much smile at her, as grin. It was an impossible thing to pin down - how Leah could make anything she did, everything she did look so elegant and so fluidly perfect. It was as though she was so well practiced at what she did - as though nothing she did was being done for the first time. As she lowered herself so she began to slide up her dress. The dress riding up her shapely legs quite easily. In the eerie hush of the room, leather over nylon creating a quite profound 'rasping' sound. Peeling up the dress until the delicate lace top of self-supporting stockings being revealed and then the paler thigh flesh above them. Then nothing, no panties. Just smooth, hairless, immaculate sex being lowered down over the older woman's face. The ass cheeks well defined and generous just hovering above the face of the woman.

"Open wide, bitch. I've got something for you."

Claudia keeping her tongue out like she had been told before but putting in a concerted effort to open wider to the later instruction. Leah lowering herself down more. Ass cheeks under pressure first and then minutely repositioning herself as her wet, delicious sexuality formed a sealing mask over Claudia's face, and nose. Leah using her position and her skill to seal off the older woman's mouth and nose fully. Sitting down on the face with some of her weight although not all of it. Cutting off Claudia's breathing but then lifting off slightly to let her take in a deep breath. No ban on noises this time round as Leah knew that Claudia would be absorbing ultra shock, and at the same time euphoria at being in such close proximity of Leah's sexuality. Leah lowering herself again and this time and for several minutes using her pelvis to ride Claudia's mouth and nose with her wet sex. Claudia tasting her tormentor. The sex of Leah being wiped up and down her tongue, her mouth and her nose. The after that few minutes Leah lifting off completely and talking down between her wide open legs.

"Take a deep breath now. I want you to drink and not spill a drop. If you spill as much as a drop....."

Leah left the sentence unfinished and she smiled as she heard the woman suck in that deep, deep breath.