We drove back to our flat and I pulled the car into our parking slot in the basement garage. Checking around carefully to make sure nobody else was about, I leaned over to my sweet 8 year old daughter Sally and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips which she eagerly returned.

"Sweetie, would you do something for me?" she nodded, smiling, "good girl. I want you to slip off your panties". She giggled, then pulled up her knee-length skirt and, lifting her cute bum, wiggled off the sheer thong she was wearing then, guessing what I had in mind, sat there with her knees apart as I slid my hand up her soft thigh and gently rubbed my finger over her pussy lips.

"Ooh, daddy, that's nice!" she said, spreading her thighs wider and pushing her crotch against my caressing hand. I smiled and kissed her again, then took my hand away. "Oh! Don't stop," she complained.

"Don't worry, sweetie, there will be plenty more of that soon, but first let's get the shopping back upstairs." We took the bags out of the boot and walked over to the lift, Sally going ahead so she could press the call button, her new shiny black knee boots looking so sexy in front of me.

The lift must have been at the garage level because the doors opened immediately and she went inside and then cooed "Ohh Dadddyyyy" as she flipped up the back of her skirt to wiggle her bare bottom at me, then turned around and pulled the hem up at the front to give me a quick flash of her hairless crotch.

I smiled as I got into the lift, but said "That's very nice, Sally, but what about the security camera that is in the lift?"

"What? Where!" she gasped, looking around in alarm.

"Well actually there isn't one, but you didn't think to check did you? If there had been and someone had been watching it, I could have been in lots of trouble with the Police, so please do think carefully otherwise someone could come along and spoil all our fun."

"Oh. Ok, sorry Daddy," she said, looking really downcast.

"That's ok, but it's just something to remember for the future. Now let's get inside and put the shopping away and we can have some more fun."

We got into the flat and went into the kitchen and I started to unload the bags when Sally said "Daddy, there aren't any cameras in here, are there?"

"No, of course not, why?"

"Because I think I need to bend riiiight over to put this stuff away..." so saying she stepped her feet apart and bent over from the waist, making her skirt ride up the backs of her thighs as she put something on the bottom shelf. She looked so sexy in her cute knee-length boots with her bare legs showing above them I couldn't resist going over and lifting the back of her skirt right up over her hips so her little pussy was winking at me.

"That's a good girl, but I think these things need to go on the bottom shelf too."

"Oh, well I'd better put them down there too," she said as I handed them to her and then bent over again giving me another beautiful view.

"Anything else you need me to put away?"

"Yes, but these things have to go on that high shelf over there, so you'll need the kitchen steps." I got them out and put them in front of the shelf and then said "You know, that skirt might get in the way, here, let me just tuck the hem up at the back. Oh and I think I'd better do the front too, just in case..."

Sally climbed up the steps and I watched her lovely crotch rise past my face whilst I held the steps steady. She put one foot on the top step to balance and I couldn't help but give the toe of her new boots a little kiss.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"Because I kissing boots. I like being at a pretty girl's feet with her standing over me. Tell you what, now we've got the shopping put away I'll show you some more magazines and try to explain."

I took her back into my bedroom and picked out a couple of magazines which showed female domination, then sat next to her on the bed.

"Now if you look at this magazine you can see the woman is wearing boots like yours and the man is kneeling down and kissing them."

"Hmm, ok, but isn't that a bit icky?"

"It might be if it was the sole, but the top parts haven't touched anything dirty, so that wouldn't be unhygienic."

"Ok, but why is he doing that?"

"Well, he's what's called 'submissive'. What that means is that he likes doing what he's told by a woman, so if she wants him to show his devotion to her and demonstrate that she's more important than him, he'll kiss her boots to prove it."

"So am I more important than you? Because you did kiss my boots, didn't you?"

"My darling Sally, you are THE most important thing in my life now and if you wanted me to kiss your boots I'd do it willingly."

She grinned, "Ok, I want you to kiss my boots, then!" she declared.

"Certainly," I replied and knelt down by the side of the bed, kissing the tip of one boot and then the other as she giggled.

"Shall I stop now or do you want me to carry on?" I asked.

She thought a moment and then said "carry on!"

"Yes, Mistress Sally," I replied, bending down to kiss her boots again.

"Hang on, why did you call me that?"

"Well, a Mistress is a name for a dominant lady, that is one who tells men what to do, like the ones in that magazine. So since you're telling me what to do, you're my Mistress."

"So when Mrs Jenkins is Head Mistress at school..." she tailed off, confused.

"No," I chuckled, she's not a Mistress like those ones (at least as far as I know, I thought to myself!) she does tell people what to do, but not in a naughty way."

"Oh, ok." She still looked puzzled, but didn't push the question for now.

"Anyway, shall I keep on kissing your boots?"

"Sure, yes, do that!" She said, clearly liking being able to boss me around.

I bent to my task again, whilst she leafed through the magazines a big more, trying to understand what was going on.

Meanwhile I sneaked the occasional peek up her skirt, looking at her pretty pussy as I worshipped her boots until she turned a page and suddenly gasped in surprise "Daddy, what's that...?!"