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Bootlicker

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.

He remembered that later, much later but by then it was too late. By then every semblance of masculinity had been totally stripped away from him. He was no longer master in his own home. How could he have been so foolish? Had there been a part of him that hoped she would find out? He had been so careful, smug even. Why shouldn't he have his fantasies? Why shouldn't he be able to find someone to full-fill them. A man had needs and didn't he put food on the table? What more did she want from him?

True his needs were unusual and most times they vanished after he had finished masturbating; masturbating when he sent the mails, masturbating when he saw his inbox lit up. As for the women who replied? What were they doing on a kinky website if they were going to get offended every time a man made a polite request, when he was honest about his needs and fantasies? Didn't they like honesty?

Karen was in the living room. She was sitting in her armchair and was drinking a glass of wine whilst she flicked through the pages of a fashion magazine. Nothing unusual about that. She liked to have a glass of wine in the evening after she finished making the dinner. She looked up and smiled when he entered the room.

"Hello darling" she said.

He looked at her, his mouth opened but no words came out. It had been a very long time since she had called him darling but that wasn't the reason for the gaping hole without sound his mouth had suddenly become. She laughed, a trill that seemed to be edged with cruelty.

"What's the matter?" she asked him, still smiling, "Isn't this how you like your women to be?"

He looked back at her. She was sitting in her armchair, sipping from a glass of wine but she wasn't dressed in her usual evening attire of jeans, tee shirt and bare feet. She had on a leather brassier, Short tight black leather skirt, stocking, and on her feet a pair of thigh high leather boots with stiletto heels.

"So what do you think?" she asked. "Do I fit the image? What do you think of the boots? They cost an absolute fortune."

"Is this a joke?" His throat was totally dry and he had to force the words out.

"A joke? No darling. This is me being a good wife and giving my husband what he needs."

She took another sip of her wine and then put it down on the small coffee table beside her chair. She said nothing for a while, just looked at him. Her words had been calm and measured but there had been absolute contempt in them.

"You really should have cleared your browsing history" she told him, "and getting your laptop to remember your password?" She shook her head.

"It's not what you think?"

"Oh I think it is. I have to say that it's a very interesting website and the mails you've been sending are even more interesting. A bit repetitive but interesting. Let's see"

" Mistress I will do anything you say. I will lick your beautiful boots until they are gleaming.

Mistress. Please use me as your ashtray.

Mistress. I will be your maid. That's pretty much the gist of it. A maid? I don';t remember you ever helping out with the housework around here."

"It was just a bit of harmless fun" he told her.

"Really. Is that why you were giving out your phone number to random strangers?"

"I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."

"Oh there's no need to be sorry. I'm glad."

"Glad?"

"Yes. It made me realise just how bored I was with our marriage. How bored I was with you. It made me realise that major changes needed to be made."

"I agree. And thank you for being so understanding."

She smiled again and there was no doubting the cruelty in it this time.

"I understand totally darling but I don't think you do."

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"You think this means that I'm going to suddenly become your fetish delivery service. That any changes are going to benefit you. That's not how it works I'm afraid. Everything that happens from now on is going to be for my benefit, my pleasure and my amusement."

"What about me. Don't you care about my needs?"

"Not particularly" she told him. "Why should I? You're just a slave."

"I'm your husband."

"Were" she told him. "You've been relegated. Being a lying, deceiving piece of shit does that."

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Prove it. Get down on your knees and tell me how sorry you are. Beg for my forgiveness."

He got down on his knees. Her lips curled up into a sneer.

"That position really suits you" she told him. "Now I'm waiting."

"I'm sorry Karen."

"Hmm. You seem to like the word Mistress a lot. You use it in all your mails on the site. Try calling me Mistress. I might like it."

"I'm sorry Mistress. Please forgive me."

"Yes. I like the sound of that. Let's try a few more. Tell me how worthless you are."

"I'm worthless Mistress."

"Tell me what a piece of shit you are."

"I'm a piece of shit Mistress."

"Tell me how much you want to see me being fucked by a real man."

"What?"

"You heard me. Now say it."

"I can't say that."

She got up from her chair and walked over to where he was kneeling. She stood over him.

"Not only will you say it. It's going to happen."

"No."

"I've known about this for months darling. Your dirty little secret. It really is a very interesting site and I've had some very interesting conversations."

She smiled down at him.

"Do you realise that you have a massive hard on at the moment. Are you enjoying this? Are you enjoying being humiliated like this? Is it the boots? They are pretty sexy. Would you like to lick them for me?"

"No."

She laughed softly. "Such a liar. That's the problem with having a cock darling. It always gives you away. "

She began to move the toe of one of the boots gently against his crotch, rubbing it.

"How does that feel? Does it feel good? Would you like to kiss it? Would you like to lick it? Maybe you'd like to suck on the heel?"

She took the toe of the boot away from his crotch. "But you've already said no so-" she moved back towards her chair.

"Please" he said.

"Please?"

"Please Mistress."

"So was there something that you wanted to say?"

"Please Mistress. Please let me worship them."

"No. Something else. Something that you really want to see. Something for me and not for you."

"Please Mistress. I want to see you being fucked."

"By a real man"

"By a real man" he repeated.

"Maybe I'll get you to clean me after. When I'm finished being fucked by a real man. Would you like that?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Who knows. I might be able to arrange something. As for these- she looked down at her boots- they're brand new and I really don't want your tongue slobbering all over them."

She stepped over him then and walked out of the room.

When he awoke his neck was stiff and his arm was numb. Waking up he thought. He hadn't really slept just dozed fitfully, curled up on the too small sofa. Karen had locked the bedroom door from the inside and had ignored his knocking, his begging. The spare room was filled with boxes. He'd had no choice but to sleep on the sofa. Sleeping had been impossible. No matter what position he was in he just couldn't get comfortable. But that wasn't the reason.

Every time he closed his eyes the image came into his mind. Karen standing over him, hands on her hips, staring down at him, glaring, sneering, mocking, revelling and gloating in his humiliation. And her boots. He had been able to smell the freshness of the brand new leather. His tongue his ached to lick and lap at her boots. Totally debase himself. He had almost wanted to weep when she had stepped over him and walked out of the room. He had wanted to crawl after her like a dog and agree to any demand she made.

Why had she tortured him like that? Why had she been so cruel? He thought about that cruelty and felt himself grow erect.

He threw back the blanket that he had used to cover himself and sat up on the sofa. He rubbed his eyes. He heard her footsteps on the stairs. She came into the room and smiled cheerfully at him.

"Good morning bootlicker. How did you sleep?"

He rubbed his eyes again and muttered under his breathe.

"Did you say something bootlicker? I didn't quite catch it."

"Why are you calling me that?" he asked her.

"Calling you what? Bootlicker? Because it's your name. Isn't it? Bootlicker4mistress?"

"It's just a nickname."

"But it suits you." she beamed. "I'm going to call you that from now on. Bootlicker. Or should it be wannabe bootlicker? Have you actually licked any boots yet?"

"No."

"Are you sure about that? Maybe you've been going through my closet and licking my boots and shoes when I've been out?"

"I haven't. Honestly."

"Hmm. I believe you. Even though you're a lying, deceiving piece of shit."

She sat down in her armchair. He turned his head to look at her and found his gaze moving downwards, unable to meet hers.

"So were you disappointed that you didn't get to lick my new boots?"

"Yes." he admitted.

She lit a cigarette. "That was really cruel of me, wasn't it. Bringing you to the edge like that. Making you beg and debase yourself so much and then- she snapped her fingers- nothing."

He didn't answer.

"So what are you plans for today bootlicker?"

"I have to go into work shortly."

"I'm going to go shopping bootlicker. Guess what I'm going to buy?"

He shrugged.

"You can't guess? I'm going to buy boots. Lots and lots of boots. I was thinking about buying a pair of riding boots. And then I was thinking of walking around in them. Getting them really dirty and muddy. But then they'd have to be cleaned. Do you know anybody who could clean them for me? Somebody who could lick the mud off with their tongue? Do you know anybody who might possibly have a fetish for doing something like that?

"Please."

"Please what?" she snapped.

"Please Mistress."

"Better. And what's your name?"

"Bootlicker" he whispered.

"I can't hear you. Speak up."

He lifted his gaze slightly, still unable to meet hers fully.

"Bootlicker Mistress."

"Good boy. She stood up then.

"Have a nice day at work bootlicker. I'll see when you get home and we can have a nice little chat about all the changes that will be taking place around here."

Then she was gone. He went upstairs and got into the shower. When he got out he stood over the toilet bowl and masturbated furiously. Was the fury directed towards her, towards himself? The way she had looked at him and her words; the contempt in them. He'd felt the humiliation building up inside him. Hadn't that been what he had been seeking? Hadn't that been what he had begged for from women online?

He had been so close to it last night too, on his knees in front of her, those magnificent boots just inches in front of his mouth, his tongue aching to lick and lap at them. The scent of the fresh new leather drifting into his nostrils. What could he have done to make her relent and give him what he wanted, what he needed? Why didn't she understand? Why didn't any of them understand? Why did they have to be so selfish? He had needs. Maybe he was too aggressive at times in trying to pursue his needs but they were the ones putting up those pictures, tempting and teasing them. All he wanted to do them was worship them. They should be grateful for that. To have a man who was willing to do that for them. He had tried to explain it to them, all these feelings inside. He had been honest with them.

He tore a strip of tissue off the roll and wiped himself and then threw it in the toilet bowl. He flushed. Then he washed his hands. Work would be agony today. And then when he came home this evening. What kind of changes had she been talking about? What had she got planned? Would she allow him to lick her boots. Maybe that's what all of this was leading up to. If he played along with her then maybe he could manipulate her into giving him what he needed. She was his wife. Surely it was her job to satisfy him?

He went back into the bedroom to put on a clean shirt and pants. Changes? He just hoped that they would be the right kinds of changes.

When she got into the car and locked the door Karen took a deep breathe. Her hands were shaking. She had done it. She was doing it. She hadn't believed that she would be able to go through with it. She hadn't believed that she was strong enough to find that cruelty inside her. But she had found it and not only had she found it she had absolutely revelled in it. Watching him grovel at her feet, listening to him beg. She had loved every second of. And then denying him what he had wanted and just walking away. That what had been the best part. That look on his face. She had almost laughed out loud. She had so badly wanted to just spit in his face. She had wanted to slap his face and grind him into the dirt with her heels.

She had been holding so many feelings inside her for months now; anger, betrayal. When she had read the messages that he had been sending her skin had crawled. She didn't know him. He was her husband and she didn't know him. What else had he been keeping from her? Had he had been cheating or was it all just words?

But even words was cheating. The women on the site that she had been talking to in the discussion groups had told her that. Get rid of him, you're worth more than that most of them had told her. Then one of them had sent her a message.

Right now you must be feeling extremely angry and betrayed and you have any right to be. Your husband has been lying to you. Maybe not in words but certainly through his actions. He has betrayed you and shown how little he cares about your marriage. So what should you do? That decision is entirely up to you. Kick him out? Divorce him? Those are certainly options and they are the options that many women in your position would choose. There is another option though.

Make this work for you. He wants to be a slave. That might be worth considering. Keeping him as your slave. BUT ON YOUR TERMS.

Of course this may not appeal to you at all but maybe it's worth considering but only on your terms. You'll need to find your inner bitch. Do you have one. Consider all the options and choose the one that works best for you. This may be the end of your marriage or it may the start of something new. An exciting new journey.

She had read through the message a number of times. Keep him as her slave? Make this work for her? She had fantasies from time to time- most people did- but they only involved things that she wanted to do in the bedroom. She had never fantasised about dominating anybody and certainly not her husband. It just wasn't in her.

But then she spoke to some of the women in the chat rooms and the more she thought about it then the more appealing it became. The anger and resentment she felt towards him turned into something else. Could she be cruel to him? Could she humiliate him? Maybe she could. He claimed that it was something he needed. Needed or deserved? Didn't he deserve to be taught a lesson? And what better way to teach that lesson but to give him what he needed. But on her terms. He wanted humiliation? Fine. Let him have it. Let him choke on it. She had the power to deny him. She had the power to give him what he wanted and she could choose which. She, not him.

Could she fuck another man in front of him? There were plenty of men out there who were willing to take that role- bulls they were called-. Of course most of them were full of it. Like a lot of men online, full of bluster and bravado. She needed to be cautious too. She had chatted with a few of these men online. Most of them were creeps but there was one at the moment who seemed promising. She'd know more when she met him. It was difficult to judge people properly online. So many people created persona's that were the total opposite of who they truly were.

She turned the key in the ignition and started the engine. She felt totally calm now, totally in control. Time for some shopping. Lots of shopping. She was really going to enjoy teasing and tormenting him later.

Shopping, what woman didn't love shopping? Especially shopping for shoes? Fetish or appreciation? Maybe a little of both. Of course she wasn't just shoe shopping at the moment. She was shopping to please her husband, her poor fetish deprived husband. It was really about time that she did her wifely duties and it was her duty to tease and torment him.

She took a pair of red heels off the display rack. They were horrendously expensive and the heels would be difficult to walk in but she'd break them in soon enough. Did he like shoes too or was it just boots. Some fetishes- she'd learned- were extremely specific.

She sat down on a stool, slipped her sandals off and then put on the heels. Then she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She had good legs, long and slender. Pretty nice feet too. The heels felt good on them. Sexy and classy and much easier to walk in than she'd thought to be. It helped that they had a good solid sole on them. Strange that she had never noticed him looking at her feet or what she wore on them. He'd hidden his fetish very well- at least until it had become an obsession. Would she have minded if he'd discussed it with her? Would she have been willing to indulge it for him? She wasn't sure.

She took the shoes off and put her sandals put on. Boots next. Lots of boots. It was going to be a boot fest in her house. She'd have to practice strutting in them. She wanted him to drool and slobber like a dog. Her boots would be like a nice juicy bone held just within his reach. Footwear as torture. She took a pair of riding boots off the shelf. Soft black leather. Glossy. Fresh and new. Yes! He would definitely like them. She could definitely draw out the torture with these on her feet. Maybe she'd let him touch them and then again maybe she wouldn't. Everything on her terms. Holding temptation in front of him, watching him squirm, a look of absolute desperation in his eyes. Then she would snatch it away. She had that power now.

She took the boots and the heels and left them with one of the sales assistants and then she went back to browsing. All this shoe and boot shopping was really going to play havoc with her poor husband's credit card. Oh well. She choose a pair of grey suede boots next. Not fetishy but they'd be comfortable. It wasn't all about him. Actually it wasn't about him at all. A pair of patent leather ankle boots, thigh high PVC ones, another pair of riding boots; her arms were laden down by the time she was finished. She brought the boots that she had purchased up to the counter and paid for everything.

As she left the shop, four large carrier bags in her hand, her phone beeped. She took it out of her bag and looked at the text. She typed a one word reply and then put the phone back into her bag. She had plenty of time. Plenty of time for more shopping.

She walked back to the car park, opened the boot and put her purchases so far inside. Now where to next? She mused.

She knew what the items were called because she had seen pictures of them and she had had conversations about how they were used with women online. There were whips. There were floggers. There were paddles and canes. There were dildos, some of them with spikes. There were chastity belts. There were items designed to give pleasure and ones that were designed to inflict pain. There were others too and it was difficult to determine what there purpose was. They were in baskets, on shelves, in glass cases. Some of them were hanging from the ceiling. Implements of sadism and masochism. A combination of both. They would bruise and cut. She was shocked by what she saw. A picture was one thing but to see them displayed like this, like food in a grocery store was quite different. Could she use these things. Had she got that level of cruelty within her? Words were one thing but to strike flesh, to bruise it and cut it. What if he screamed? What if he begged for mercy? What if his words touched the part of her that had loved him?
His betrayal of her and his lies made her want to hurt him but just how far was she willing to go? What kind of person would she become?

There had been such a surge of power within her when she had looked down on him, a desire to be cruel, heartless, without mercy; a savagery that had both terrified and exhilarated her. But what would happen to if she continued down this path?

She could walk out of the shop now. After all they had only been words. What harm had really been done?

Then she remembered how she had felt when she had read them. He had lied to women. He had told them that he was separated, that he was lonely. A man with needs. He had dismissed their marriage. It had been worthless to him. All he had cared about was his own selfish desires. She had been nothing to him. Why should he be anything to her? Pity. He deserved none. She wasn't sure if she could find such savagery within her but she was willing to try and how much she used would be entirely up to her. He wanted to be a slave. Good. Let him learn what the word actually meant. She'd be his Mistress and she'd show him the cruelty that he fantasised about.

She took a flogger out of one of the baskets and examined it closely. Who knew. She might grow to love the cruelty. Her bitch was growing more and more. Flogger in hand, she began to study the rest of the items that were on display more closely. When she was finished here then she'd go to her meeting. She wouldn't rush into anything though. Everything at her pace and on her terms.

He arrived while she was pouring a second cup of tea from the pot. She glanced at her phone. He was precisely on time. Good. She liked that. She sipped at her tea and took a small bite from her scone, studying him closely as he walked towards the table. His stride was confident but not aggressive. He was easy on the eye too; tall muscular- but not the kind that was the result of steroids or too much time in the gym. His hair was cut tight but not thuggishly so. He was neatly but casually dressed in a white shirt and black jeans. On his feet he had a pair of black work type boots. He was much better looking in the flesh than he was in his pictures.

When he reached her table he smiled at her.

"Karen?"

She smiled back at him. He had a nice smile. Good teeth.

"Yes?" she said.

He held out his hand. "I'm Michael. We spoke online.

She shook the hand that he offered her. His grip was firm but not overly so. "Please sit down."

He smiled at her again, pulled a chair out from the table and sat down.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked her.

"No I'm fine with this" she told him. She took another sip of her tea.

He nodded, then he gestured politely to a passing waitress and ordered a coffee.

When the waitress came back with his coffee he added milk and sugar to it and then he smiled again.

"So here we are."

"Yes. Here we are" she replied.

There was silence between them for a moment.

"You're a bull."

"That's the term for it" he said. He leaned towards her then and lowered his voice slightly. "Don't tell anyone though but I'm really a lamb."

Karen laughed. "I see. So all that stuff online is just macho blustering then?"

"Just a little."

"So what exactly does a bull do?" she asked him. "I've read a little about it but I'm new to all this."

"You know what cuckolding is?"

She nodded.

"well a bull is the other man that the woman has sex with. Sometimes her partner will watch and sometimes she'll describe the sex to him afterwards in intimate detail."

"Do many couples do this."

"Quite a few. Though for a lot of men it's more something that they fantasize about but not something they really want to go through with. In their minds it's the ultimate form of submission."

"Is it the element of humiliation that appeals to them?"

"That can certainly be a very big part of it."

Karen finished her tea.

"I've told you about my husband?"

"Yes. It must have been a shock."

"It was."

"And now you want to punish him?"

She looked into Michael's eyes.

"Yes I do."

"But you're not too sure how far you want to go."

"Part of me wants to push it right to the limit. Really wants to humiliate him."

"Have you done much so far?"

" A little. Mainly just teasing him. Making him squirm."

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Very much so."

He took a sip of his coffee.

"Well no point in doing anything if you're not enjoying it. That's always been my philosophy."

"That's a very good philosophy" she told him.

"Thanks."

He really does have a very nice smile she told herself. And a great body. Did she want to fuck him? She certainly wasn't ruling it out completely.

"At the same time though you do need to be comfortable with it."

"I know" she said. "Maybe you could meet him first. Come to the house for drinks?"

"I could do that. When is good for you?"

"I'll text you my details later."

She stood up then.

"It's been really nice meeting you Michael."

"It's been nice meeting you too Karen."

They shook hands. Then she left the café and walked towards the car park.

He was starving when he arrived home from work and looking forward to a good dinner but there was no sign of Karen when he got inside the house. Where was she? She always had his dinner waiting for him when he got in from work. He went into the living room, took his jacket off and sat down on the sofa. He loosened his tie.

A few moments he heard the front door being opened and then she called out to him.

"Bootlicker"

His face flushed when he heard her voice. He hated the name she had given him but at the same time he was incredibly aroused by it. He got up from the sofa and went into the hall. Karen smiled when she saw him.

"Ah there you are bootlicker. I've left some bags in the boot of my car. Bring them in for me."

When he came back into the living room she was sitting in her arm chair. She had taken her shoes off.

"You can leave them on the floor for now" She told him, but bring that small bag over to me."

He brought the bag over to her and she took a small box out of it, which she handed to him.

"This is for you" she told him.

He looked at her.

"It's a shaver. But not for your face. It's for your body. I want you to go upstairs and shave your arms, legs and chest. Shave you cock and balls too. You haven't got that much hair so it shouldn't take you that long."

He continued to look at her. She sighed.

"What are you waiting for bootlicker? Go and do it now and then wait in the bedroom. Leave your clothes off when you're done. I'll be up to you in about twenty minutes."

He left the room.

When she was alone Karen went into the kitchen a poured herself a glass of white wine. Then she brought the glass back into the living and sat down in her armchair again. She stretched her legs out and wiggled her toes. Her feet were sore from all the walking that she had done today. She

looked at the bags on the floor and smiled to herself. She was pleased with the purchases that she had made. She was even more pleased with how well the meeting had gone. Much better than she had hoped her. Taking a sip of her wine, she looked around the room. Her room. Her room and her house. That's how it was going to be from now on. Everything was hers and everything would be on her terms. He was upstairs waiting for her. He would have to get used to that from now on; waiting for her and waiting on her. Obedient and compliant at all times. He wasn't her husband any more. He was her slave and pretty soon he was going to learn that that was a privilege. His deception had caused him to lose any rights he had. He thought that women were there to serve his needs, his lusts, his fantasies? He needed to learn his place and she intended teaching it to him. He used words and false promises to try and manipulate women. Well, she had told him that there were going to be some major changes. Those changes started right now.

She put her glass down and stood up. Taking up the bags that she needed she went into the hall and towards the stairs.

He was sitting on the bed. Naked. She examined him closely. He'd done a pretty good job of shaving his body hair.

"Nice and smooth" she said, "now let's get you ready."

She put one of the bags down on the floor and from the other she removed a box. Opening it, she removed the item that was inside. Then she knelt down and showed it to him.

"It's a chastity device" she told him, "You'll be wearing it from now on."

"Please. You don't have to do this."

"Please what?"

"Please Mistress."

"Better. You really need to start learning how to address me properly."

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"Apology accepted. As for my not needing to do this. Well that's just silly. I can't have you lying in your bed at night, wanking yourself off while you're fantasising about licking boots. Can I?"

"No mistress."

"So glad you agree. Now let's get this on you."

When the device was on him she stood up.

"Nice and snug. Now let's see what else we have."

She took the other bag up and removed the items from it, laying them out on the bed one at a time as she did; a thong, stocking, suspenders, a garter belt she removed the final two items with a flourish. A maid's uniform and a pair of black heels.

"It's one of your fantasies, isn't it? To be a sissy maid?"

He didn't answer.

"Well isn't it?" She glared at him.

"Yes Mistress but -"

"But you never thought that it would come true? And now here we are. I'm far too good to you."

"Yes mistress."

"Say thank you."

"Thank you Mistress."

"You're very welcome. Now I'll just help you get dressed but you're going to have to learn how to do it yourself. You'll have to learn a lot of things if you're going to be a good sissy maid."

"Yes Mistress."

She stood back and watched as he walked around the room. He wobbled in the heels.

"You'll soon get used to them" she told him. "It just takes practice. Now let's go back downstairs and see how useful you can make yourself.

When they were back in the living room he stood in front of Karen's chair. His head was bowed.

"Go over to the bags and take the boxes out of them. Then take out the new shoes and boots that I bought today. You can tell me what you think of them."

He went over to the bags and did as she had ordered.

"So what do you think of the boots?" she asked him.

"They're beautiful mistress."

"Thank you. So glad that you approve. Now bring the black riding boots over here."

He took the boots off the floor and brought them over to her. She held a foot out to him.

"Well put them on my feet. A mistress doesn't take off or put on her boots. That's a sissy maid's job."

He knelt down at her feet and slipped the boot onto her foot, easing her foot inside it and then sliding the boot up her calf. He put the other boot on her..

" A little tight but otherwise very comfortable. Do you like them?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Yes. I like them. The leather smells so fresh. Doesn't it?"

"Yes mistress."

"How can you tell. You haven't smelt them properly."

She held booted foot out towards him.

"Give them a really good sniff" she told him, "so you can really appreciate the aroma of the leather."

As he sniffed at her boots he ached to slide his tongue out from between the lips and lick at the leather. He forced himself not to. If he was calm then he'd get to lick her boots. She wouldn't have

bought so many pairs if she didn't intend having him lick them for her.

"Okay. That's enough for now. You can take them off me now and put them back in the box. Then you can bring me over that pair."

She pointed to a pair of thigh high PVC boots.

When the second pair of boots had been placed on her feet she stood up and began to walk around the room. She held her head up high and began to strut.

Her husband- sissy maid- remained kneeling, watching her as she walked around the room in the magnificent boots.

"These are great boots" she told him. "I feel really sexy and powerful in them. Like a Goddess."

Beaming, she walked back over to him. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at him.

"You must feel so powerless and insignificant right now. Down on your knees, your mistress towering over you?"

"Yes mistress."

"So are these the kind of boots that a bootlicker would enjoy worshipping?"

"Yes mistress. Very much."

She smiled. "Are you sure? Maybe you need to take a closer look at them."

She gestured with a finger. "Roll over. Take a look at the soles of them."

He rolled over onto his back. She held a boot heel over his face.

"Would you like to suck on this bootlicker?" she asked him

"Please mistress."

She paused for a while, just smirked down at him. Then she shrugged.

"Oh why not?"

Then she lowered the heel towards him. He opened his mouth wide to receive it.

Laughing, she pulled the boot away.

"I've changed my mind" she said. "Mistress's prerogative."

She sat back down. "Okay then. I believe there are some more boots for me to try on.

For a next while she had put various pairs of boots on her feet. Then she walked around the room in them.

"These feel great. Oh these are sexy. Hmm. I bet these would taste great on your tongue. So do you think these are a lickable pair of boots?"

He was in agony as she tormented him. But also aroused. He wanted to beg and plead to be allowed to worship her boots but remained silent.

Finally she seemed to grow bored and sat back down.

"You can take these off and rub my feet for a while."

He removed the boots and began to rub her feet.

"A little bit more firmly please. Walking around in sexy, lickable boots had really played havoc with my feet."

"Yes mistress" he replied, applying more pressure with his fingers.

"And don't try kissing my feet either."

She took up her glass of wine and sipped at it as her sissy maid massaged her feet.

Karen took up the hand bell from the table and rang it twice. Then she waited. A few moments later her maid came into the room, carrying a tray with a teapot, cup and saucer on it. She smiled as the maid walked towards her. Her maid had gotten much better at walking in heels.

"You can it down on the table here" she told the maid.

The maid removed the items from the tray and placed them down on the table. She knelt down.

"Shall I pour mistress?"

"Yes."

The maid poured from the pot. Then she bowed her head.

Karen sipped at her tea.

"I'll be having a guest over later for drinks. You can prepare a few snacks."

"Yes mistress. Shall I change into something more suitable before the guest arrives?"

What do you mean?" Karen asked. "Your uniform will be perfectly suitable for serving us both."

"Yes mistress."

Karen put her cup down on the table.

"That will be all for now. You can go upstairs now and clean the bathroom. When you've finished there you can do the ironing. My guest will be here for about 7. You can open the door when the bell rings."

"Yes mistress. "

Shortly after 7 the front doorbell rang. Karen heard her maid go into the hallway and open the door. A few moments later Michael came into the room. The maid followed behind him.

"Your guest Mistress"

"Yes dear. I can see that."

Smiling she stood up. "Lovely to see you again Michael."

"Nice to see you too Karen" Michael replied. He glanced quickly at the maid. " I see that you've gotten yourself a maid."

"Yes. Still training her but she's coming along nicely"

She gestured to the sofa. "Please sit down"

They both sat down on the sofa. The maid stood in front of them both, hands behind her back, face flushed a deep red.

"Would you like a drink?"

"A whisky would be great. If you have one?"

"Of course" Karen replied. She looked at the maid then. "Go and fetch Michael a whisky and I'll have a glass of white wine."

When the maid left Karen leaned her head back on the sofa. Then she leaned to the side and kissed Michael.

"Wow!" he said when the kiss finally broke, "I wasn't expecting that."

" A pleasant surprise?" she smiled at him.

The maid came back into the room with their drinks.

"Put them down on the table and then wait in the corner. I'll call you if we need you for anything"

Michael took up his glass of whisky and raised it.

"Cheers."

Cheers" Karen replied.

They clinked glasses.

As they chatted and laughed the maid stood in a corner of the room, facing the wall.

Karen leaned against Michael's body, then she slipped her inside his shirt and began to massage his chest.

"You really do have a great body" she told him.

"Yours isn't too bad either. What I've seen of it so far that is."

She kissed him again. "Who knows what might happen later. We have plenty of time."

"Yes we do. So what do you call her?"

"Who?"

"Your maid."

"Oh her. I just call her sissy."

She looked over to where the maid was still standing silently.

"She has another name too."

"Really?"

"Yes" Then she looked over at the maid again. "Come here dear."

The maid walked over to them.

When the maid was standing in front of them both Karen beamed at her.

"Now sissy. Why don't you tell Michael what your other name is."

The maid muttered something.

"Speak up sissy. Michael can't hear you."

"It's bootlicker mistress."

"That's correct dear" Karen said, still beaming. Then she looked at Michael. "Can you guess why?"

Michael smirked. "I can hazard a guess."

"I've been very cruel to her recently. I've been strutting around in boots and the poor thing hasn't gotten to lick any."

"That is a bit cruel" he agreed.

" I agree. That's why I'm going to make it up to sissy. There's a pair of boots here that she can lick now." She waved towards the floor. "Go ahead dear."

The maid looked down at Karen's feet. She was wearing flat shoes.

"Mistress?"

"Yes dear?"

"Shall I go and fetch a pair of boots for you Mistress?"

"No. There's a pair of boots right here that you can lick. Now get down on your knees and start licking them."

Realising what she meant the colour began to drain from the maid's face.

"Please Mistress."

Karen sighed. "For goodness sake. What's the problem. You want to lick boots. You spent enough time online begging women to let you lick their boots. You didn't seem too concerned about their personalities." She raised her voice.

"Get down on your knees now bootlicker and lick Michael's boots."

The maid sank to her knees, stuck out her tongue and tentatively brushed it across one of Michael's boots.

"Do it properly" Karen told her.

Karen and Michael both looked down as the maid licked Michael's boots.

After a while Karen told her to stop. She raised her head. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily.

"So did she do a good job?" Karen asked.

Michael shrugged. "It could have been better."

"I agree" Karen agreed. "Wait here. I just have to go and fetch something."

When she came into the room she had a cane in her hand. Smiling, she swished it through the air.

"Nice" Michael.

"Thank you. Just a little motivation for a bootlicker."

She walked over and stood behind the bootlicker.

"Now dear. Let's see you lick those boots properly."

She brought the cane down firmly.

Using the cane to punctuate her words, Karen issued her instructions.

"Faster. Harder. You missed a spot. Lick them clean. Make them shine."

Finally Karen allowed her maid to stop licking the boots.

"That was much better sissy."

She looked at Michael then.

"I think we should go upstairs now."
He followed his wife- his mistress - and Michael upstairs. He kept his head bowed low. He was humiliated beyond belief. This was not what he had fantasised about. There was no dignity left in him.

When they were inside the room his Mistress ordered him to kneel. He obeyed.

Karen stood in the middle of the room.

"Let's see that wonderful body of yours."

"Of course" Michael said. He began to strip.

When he was naked in front of her, Karen appraised his body.

"Very nice indeed" she looked down. "And I see that you're starting to rise to the occasion."

" I aim to please."

"That's good to hear. I'll remember that. But I think you need a little help."

She snapped her fingers. "Crawl to Michael and help him with his cock."

He crawled over to Michael and placed a hand around the other man's cock.

Karen shook her head, "No sissy. I want you to suck his cock."

The sissy looked up at her, pleading with his eyes.

"I said suck his cock. Unless you really want me to have that little chat with your family. And what would your employers think."

He lowered his head and began to suck the cock.

Karen stripped and then went over to the bed. She lay down on it.

"Come over here Michael and show me how good you are with that tongue of yours."

Michael removed his cock from the mouth that was busy deep throating it. He got up on the bed beside Karen. Then he put his head between her legs and began to lick and lap at her pussy. She closed her eyes and murmured with contentment.

"That feels so good" she told him. She called to her husband- her slave. "Come here and put Michael's cock inside me. Then stay there and watch while we fuck."

He crawled over to the bed. Then he took Michael's cock. And guided it between his wife's legs.

"Good sissy" Karen said. "Now keep your head up. I don't want you to miss anything."

Silently he watched as his wife and Michael fucked.

Karen got out of the shower and wrapped a bath towel around her body. Then she went back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. Leaning down, she kissed Michael on the cheek. He opened his eyes.

"Good morning" she said.

"Good morning" he said, smiling at her.

She smiled back. "Last night was wonderful. Though you're more of a stallion than a bull."

"Thanks. Want to go again?" He reached between his legs. When he felt what was there his eyes widened. "What is this?"

"It's a chastity device. I put it on you while you were sleeping."

"You can't do this."

Karen kissed him again. "Of course I can."

"Why would you do something like this?"

She began to stroke his chest gently.

"You really do have a wonderful body" she told him, "and your cock is magnificent. I simply want to keep it for myself." She patted him on the head. "Don't worry darling. As long as you keep me happy you'll get to use it again."

Then she stood up and left the room.

Karen stamped her riding boots on the mat and then she put her key in the lock and opened the front door. It had been a very long time since she had gone horse riding. She felt exhilarated. She took her coat off and put it on the rack.

A few moments later Michael and her sissy came to greet her. Her sissy was in uniform and Michael was naked except for a thong and a collar around his neck. They both knelt at her feet.

"You know what to do" she told them.

She smiled down at them both as they lowered their heads and began to lick her boots.

Everything on her terms

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Aug 12, 2018 in femdom

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