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- Good morning Madame, I quietly said and placed the dish on her bed, assuming my kneeling position. She sat on the sofa, at Madame's favorite seat, crossing her legs, left foot over the right. Not wasting any time, I rushed in front of her, knelt and kissed the tip of her right leather boot. I carefully bowed down and pulling my lips inwards I kissed the tip of her right boot once. She said extending her left foot, touching my face with the sole of her boot. She took a pair of red high-heel pumps out of her suitcase and handed them over to me, extending her right foot, her toes now touching my nose.
Today, as I said, I was only wearing my blue dressing gown and I went through the usual routine - Listen for the vacuum to start, all clear - then I knelt down by Jean's soft red boots, slipped the nylon stocking over my head and holding her right boot tightly over my nose and mouth inhaled the scent of her lovely sweaty feet and took and myself in hand for a quick wank. Looking wide-eyed right at me, pumping away, smelling her pretty little size 5 boot, which I dropped, and as she walked towards me I could only focus on her feet, her skinny painted toes and her silky nylon legs and I couldn't hold back - I came in my hand and tried to hold onto the mess of come, but it trickled through my fingers and some dripped onto her boot.
I arranged to stay with my friend Pete, who still lives in Leicester, and is now married to Kate. They looked great on her – they were soft dark brown leather with a square toe and block heel, and she was wearing them with tan coloured tights. I knew I had a good couple of hours to myself, and hoped that Kate would not be wearing her boots that morning. I undressed myself, and taking the boots with me, lay back on Pete & Kate's bed. Carefully positioning both boots over my face, to get maximum aroma, I wrapped Kate's tights around my cock, and imagined her taking off her lovely boots in front of me.
Her legs locked around me like unmovable jaws, her hips began to heave back and forth with a rhythm I quickly adjusted to, and her hands grasped at my hair, pulling me deeper and deeper into her, until, finally, she climaxed with a loud cry, formerly trapped in her lungs by the mounting euphoria. I lowered myself to the floor below her, waiting, head down, on my hand's and knees, but not too close to the bed, as if to carry her, as I was now attempting to show her that I was in no way trying to foresee her next command. Very gently, I lifted the boot that sat to my left and began to unzip it slowly, not wanting to irritate my Mistress by acting to hastily.
He then squeezed the top of the boot shaft until it was nearly closed so it looked like a yielding vagina, brought the tip of his cock to the opening, and slowly pushed in. Another pull and the boot was on - his cum was squeezed all over my foot and slowly gaining on the ankle and lower leg. Sliding his hands up my boots and stockinged thighs he reached under the black leather skirt and took a hold of my panties. Simultaneously I felt his cum run down the inside of the boot and as I looked a rivulet escaped and slowly ran down my stockinged thigh.
I can't stop her from forcing the steel toe of her boots into my mouth, sucking them clean while she fingers herself and watches me jerk off. And I'm just no good at turning her down, I'm unable to disobey her wishes whenever she wants me to lick her boots and feet while she stuffs a big fat dildo into her hot asshole. I looked at her, and I think she was just as turned on as I was, and before giving me another direct command she squeezed my throbbing cock and swollen balls with her warm hands, and gently kissed my face. My balls were dangling low and full, dragging along the carpet as I moved my hips from side to side, while I continued to lick Kate's sexy boots clean.
“Steve!” she leant forward and whispered “I’m Janet.” We swapped small talk and beers, all the while I was trying to get a quick look at her boots, they were driving me wild as she bobbed her feet up and down as we talked. She looked at me running her fingers across my chest and said, “I didn’t think there was much point in going on to another club.” With a wicked smile she continued, “We can make our own entertainment.” She leaned forward and gave me a quick peck before approaching one of the doors between the shops. I leant forward and began to tongue her clit as I massaged her boots and calves, the smell of the leather seeming to add to the smell of her sex.
I strip you naked and put a dog collar and lead around your neck and bring you out into the cold night air. I place you in the boot of my car and drive. I handcuff your hands behind your back around the lamp post. CUNT NEEDS PUNISHING Not bad for a cunt slut whore. We walk back to the car, the spit on your face drying in the night air, your slapped flesh stinging more as the cold hits it. We reach the car. I dont want you in my car looking like that. "Im to good to you, giving you money to get home" I say as I get into my car and drive away.
Finally she showed some mercy and said that I could continue to beg but she would completely ignore me unless she wanted me to do something for her, when she would speak to me directly. She was wearing Nine West, calf length black leather boots and was sitting with her right leg crossed over her left knee. I was busy cleaning the boot when I felt something on the back of my head, and realised that she had placed her right foot on my head and was rubbing it onto it. I was not in a position to complain and continued to clean her left boot, and was forced to continue as long as she chose to keep her foot firmly on top of my head.
I turned and saw a woman that I had seen several times, in a long coat and knee high boots, a real piece, too old to be a kitten and too young to be a cougar. 'What the fuck is the malfunction here?' I thought to myself, 'Here is this chick, right, asking me to look up her skirt and here I am hemmin' and hawin'? "Get to work, boy!" she snarled, putting her right boot on my shoulder and pushing my head toward her left. "Well if you are going to get angry," she said, "I'll just have to find a shoe shine boy with a more genial temperament." She pushed her skirt down, and took her feet out of the footrests.
Finally wrapping the garter belt and stockings around my balls and the base of my cock I grabbed Kay's pants and Natasha's petticoat (to be). I definitely wasn't a TV and so wearing Kay's clothes held no excitement, but as I got bored and idly perused xHampster on the iPad I flicked through the cuckold films and found myself watching a film about a wife bringing her black stud home to the panty wearing husband who was tied to a chair and forced to watch with his wife's soiled knickers on his erect cock. I could now smell Kay and with no satin in between metal and nylon covered skin I could also feel the heel of the boots more directly on the head of my cock.