THE DOMINATION GAME

“No miserable worm of a man gets to lick my boots until he’s paid me, no matter who he is!” I began to shake as you shouted these words, then fumbled in my pocket for my wallet.

“You’ve told me what you want, and I’ve told you the price,” you said, “now don’t insult your Mistress, you pathetic man!”

With trembling hands I gave you the cash, and you held it triumphantly as I knelt before you. “That’s right slave,” you said, “get down on all fours like a dog and lick your Mistress’s boots!”

Those sexy feelings were coming over you again. You’d started to get turned on while you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, putting on your tight, black leather dominatrix outfit and lacing it up tight. But now as I was actually groveling at your feet, the truly dominant side of your personality was emerging and you were getting delicious itchy sensations as the juices began to flow from your freshly shaven cunt.

I was loving it too. I always loved it when you forced me to show the submissive side of my character and you knew that my cock would already be throbbing stiff inside my jeans as I licked up and down your long, black thigh high - length boots. “Oh Mistress, you are so good to me,” I whimpered. “It’s such an honour to be allowed to lick your boots.”

“Stop whining and lick slave!” you shouted. “And I want them clean! You hear me? Otherwise I will have to punish you, won’t I?”

“Oh yes Mistress,” I said as I intensify my licking. “I will get them clean. Please don’t punish me.”

You had quite a collection of punishment instruments in the bedrooms, including an interesting cock-harness and I was well aware that if I put one foot out of line, if I failed to please you in any way, you would have no hesitation in using them on me.

“Not so high!” you shouted as the tip of my tongue strayed from the top of your boot onto your thigh. “You do not have permission to touch your Mistress’s flesh!”

“Sorry Mistress,” I said, quickly moving my tongue down to the calf of your boot.

My tongue on your thigh had given you a delicious tingling thrill, and you were longing for me to lick you there more, but you were loving making yourself wait, as well as me. In fact you were in just the mood to give me a good long dominant teasing session.

“That’s enough slave!” you shouted. “Now stand up straight!” I stopped licking immediately and stood to attention. You knelt down in front of me and were gratified to see an enormous bulge pushing out the front of my jeans. I was in the right condition to be teased to distraction. “Now slave,” you said, easing my jeans down to see my rampant cock rear up stiffly in front of you. “I want you to remain absolutely still. You are not to move a muscle until I tell you to, understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” I grunted.

You lightly touched my cock with your fingertips and it jumped as if it had received an electric shock! You then spent a good 15 minutes toying with the stiff weapon, first with your fingers, then brushing it across your face and lips, and finally rubbing the tip against your erect nipples. I shook and groaned, doing my utmost to obey your command not to move.

When you had me puffing and panting and