This story was inspired by, and is dedicated to, the magnificent Whiptress. I arrive at Mistress's at the appointed hour. I brush lint off my navy blue suit. As I straighten my red tie I feel the black leather collar under my shirt. The small lock is positioned directly behind the knot in my tie. I ring the bell, and Mistress opens the door. She says nothi...
Two creamy white cum shots begin sliding down the side of my boot. My husband and I look at them as they make their way down the sparkling black leather leaving a filmy track in their wake. My fingers gently caress my clit, the sight of the boots and the cum and the events leading up to it have me on edge. "How many is that, my love." "Seven, my queen." "...
Waiting patiently on his knees at the door, a warm scented bubble bath and tall glass of wine already filled, he prays his goddess is in a good mood. An internal jolt as the lock rattles and slowly the handle turns. He springs to action, edging forward to meet his goddess. All his chores are done, and everything is perfect for the goddess return. Without me...
I am not sure why I tried this, but I was feeling like I needed to take a risk and see what could come of it. I guess I should begin by saying, by nature I am a very submissive man when it comes to the bdsm lifestyle. So when I decided to wear a collar I had fashioned out of a leather strap, metal o-rings and a few other assorted items, out to my local super...
Leona Morimoto held her leather boot out to her slave as she sat on the desk. "On your knees, NOW!" She exclaimed. Her slave followed her orders as he dropped to his knees. He then began shining her red boot with his tongue as she watched in delight. "That's it slave, know your place." He licked the boot clean and then moved on to the other, leaving not even...
Leigh grew up in a very conservative household, and thus entered her first relationship with no real understanding of sex, and an intention to hold off until marriage. She and her boyfriend Chris dated for a long time, though, and over the years they went further and further, finally having sex the summer after their senior year of high school. They dated fo...
Slave's head felt like it was caught in a steel vice. Mistress had him in a headscissors, her bodybuilder's thighs wrapped around his skull from behind as she sat on the couch of her bedroom, the knee-high black leather boots she wore locked at the ankles. She was scissoring him hard, pulsing the massive, 30-inch thighs on his head, and slave whimpered like...
The strip club was off the main drag of a small town area. I had frequented it semi regularly and had become enamored of a blond dancer who was slender and small breasted but had long legs and sensational looking pedicured feet. She wore open toed and open heeled pumps rather than the platform stripper heels favored by the other dancers. The club allowed the...
You must believe me when I tell you I never set out to do this. Sure, it's worked out pretty well for me. I concede that. But I did not have some master plan to take control of my professor's mind and body. I certainly never expected to reach the stage where he strips naked, empties is wallet, drops to the floor and begs to worship me whenever I step into hi...
Dynamic servitude: A Master to a Daddy A slave to a son Part three. The Master leads Cager's slave from the lounge to the bedroom, Cager's slave shuffling along on the floor on his hands and knees, his eyes transfixed on the tall boots. he sees the boots pass the threshold of another room and He stops, turns and sits on the bed. 'Look up slave.' S...