Kellie's greatest asset by far was her thighs. Even by the age of 14 they were luscious, long and shapely. Her healthy golden-brown skin made them look so much better. She knew that her thighs were good because lots of people told her they were, and that was the main reason she liked to wear short skirts.

The trouble was that the calves of her legs were a bit of a let down. Long socks or tights didn't really solve the problem, and wearing jeans or long skirts or dresses merely hid her best feature. I should point out that tight jeans emphasised her second best feature: a very nice ass. But let's not get sidetracked....

The solution to her dilemma came in the form of a birthday present from Uncle Eric: a pair of soft black leather boots that almost came up to her knees. They had low heels, not high ones, but they were very smart and sexy boots all the same.

Kellie was in raptures as soon as she saw them and, after giving Uncle Eric the biggest hug and kiss he'd ever had from a young girl, she rushed off to her bedroom to try them on. She was so pleased that she didn't even hear the big argument between her mother and Uncle Eric. Her furious mother, who strongly suspected his motives (wouldn't you?), banned him from the house.

She put them on slowly and carefully, savouring every sensation as she slid them up her legs and zipped them up. Then she paraded in front of her full-length mirror, striking many different poses and admiring the reflection of her desirability. Oh, they felt just sooooo good, the way they encased her legs in the soft, smooth, supple, delicious smelling leather.

As pleased as she was, she had at the back of her mind the thought that something was not quite right. Of course, she suddenly realised, it was the school skirt. It was too long.

Going to her wardrobe, she got out her shortest denim miniskirt and changed into it. That was much better, displaying as it did most of her gorgeous thighs. After rolling the waist a couple of times it looked even better.

All this posing in her lovely new boots and the extra short skirt was beginning to have an affect. Kellie began to feel warm and tingly between her legs. After listening carefully and deciding that her mother was going to be busy for a while downstairs, she shut her bedroom door and went back in front of the mirror. She hoisted her skirt and slipped her hand between her legs.

Oooooh, that felt so good. It felt even better when she began to rub her crotch through the thin white cotton panties, which were damp already. It felt best of all when she slid her hand down inside the front of the panties and began to finger herself. After a few minutes she had a gasping and shuddering orgasm (not for the first time in her life). The effort of stifling her moans and gasps heightened the feelings.

That was pretty good, thought Kellie, but surely it would feel even better if her pussy were smooth. She went to the bathroom and, with great care and patience, shaved herself. Just the sight of her smooth little kitty in the mirror made it tingle and feel warm again. She went back to the bedroom without bothering to put the soaked panties back on and fondled and fingered herself to an even better climax.

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It was all very well playing with herself in front of the mirror, Kellie thought in bed that night, but how much more fun would it be to wear her new boots and the denim miniskirt (which she'd shorten), and hump another girl. The idea of riding a boy hadn't crossed her mind at that stage. While thoughts of grinding her pussy against another girl and feeling her juices run raced through her mind, she played with herself again until she had another great shuddering orgasm, and eventually fell asleep.

The question she asked herself the next morning was this: which girl that she knew could she talk into allowing herself to be humped by Kellie while she wore her boots and miniskirt? She couldn't think of a single friend who would agree to that. It was so vexing!

Emma Jones. Yes, she was a definite possibility. Emma was a shy and plain girl in her class who was always trying to hang out with Kellie. Maybe she could be talked into it if she thought it might earn her the friendship of one of the most popular girls in the year. Almost as soon as she thought of it she remembered something that Emma had once said to her....

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So it was that on Friday afternoon after school (the lapse of two days had allowed Kellie to take up the already short denim miniskirt and visit the neighbourhood hardware store), Emma found herself in the other girl's bedroom for the very first time. She was careful to display gratitude and not to disagree too much with whatever she said. Our Puss in Boots would understand, many years later, that Emma was a submissive in the true sense of the word. Jason, Kellie's pesky 12 year old brother was at a friend's place and she knew that her parents wouldn't be home from work for a couple of hours yet. That would be enough time.

"Emma, do you want to see the new boots that my Uncle Eric gave me for my birthday?" Kellie asked.

"Yes please" the other girl agreed enthusiastically. When she saw them she showed obvious pleasure.

"Do you want to see them on me?"

"Oh, yes please Kellie, I'd love to" said Emma.

"Well, keep your eyes closed while I put them on. I'll tell you when you can look. No peeking now!"

Emma obediently closed her eyes and kept them shut. While they were shut Kellie quickly slipped off her school skirt, the white cotton panties and her socks and shoes. Then she put on the shortened denim miniskirt, pulled on the boots and zipped them up. Her pussy was already beginning to tingle.

"OK" she said, striking a pose in front of where Emma was sitting on the bed. "You can look now."

When she did look her pussy began to tingle too at the sight in front her: Kellie in all her glory, in her lovely long leather boots, acres of luscious thigh and a very short denim miniskirt. Oh, and with the top couple of buttons of her plain white school blouse undone too, displaying a promising cleavage.

It wasn't just what she was wearing. It was also the poses that Kellie was adopting; poses that emphasised her alluring thighs and emphasised the darkness between the bottom of the denim mini-skirt and her thighs.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Kellie in what she tried to make sound like a seductive voice.

"Oh Kellie, they're fabulous" breathed Emma, quite overcome with emotion.

"How do you think I look in them?"

"You look fantastic Kellie" Emma replied. "I'm so pleased you wanted to show me" she went on in a small voice, her face getting a bit flushed. Kellie's raunchy poses were making her pussy tingle a bit more. She really wanted this girl to like her.

"Emma" said Kellie softly, close to her ear and kneeling on the bed behind her and gently placing a hand on her shoulder, "do you remember telling me something a few months ago?"

The other girl did remember, but the memory robbed her of her voice. She just sat there, her heart thumping, her mouth dry and twisting one hand in the other.

"Do you remember saying that you'd even let me tie you up?" Emma could only nod her head. "Do you want to let me tie you up now, Emma?" The last was said in almost a whisper into her ear. Her blood raced and her pussy and her small nipples tingled. For the first time in her life Emma felt dampness between her legs.

"Yes.... Kellie. Y-you can tie me up if you want to" she replied in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh good" said Kellie, stroking Emma's cheek. "I just knew I could count on you" she whispered into the other girl's ear. She was pretty excited herself: her pussy wasn't just damp, her mouth was nearly dry and her nipples were hard inside her bra and blouse.

Getting off the bed, Kellie opened a drawer in her chest of drawers and took out the length of clothesline rope that she'd bought the day before at the hardware store. Standing in front of Emma she slowly and carefully unravelled it, letting the other girl take a good look. The dampness between her legs became more noticeable.

"Cross your wrists in front of you" Kellie commanded. The other girl obeyed. Then Kellie took the rope, wound it around Emma's crossed wrists several times, cinched it between them and finally tied it firmly in a serviceable knot. There was plenty of rope left over for the next step. Hmm, she thought to herself, not bad but I'll make it look better next time.

Kneeling on the bed again she pushed Emma onto her back, moved her bound wrists above her head and tied the loose ends of the rope to one of the bars of her brass bed head. It had taken a lot of persuasion before her father had bought this bed, but now it was all more than worthwhile.

"OK?" she asked. The other girl nodded, unable to speak because of the lump of excitement in her throat. Kellie's wet pussy pulsed at the sight of her bound and helpless captive.

"How does it feel, Emma?" she asked.

"Good... it feels good" she croaked.

"I knew you'd like this" Kellie said, stroking the other girl's cheek again.

Kellie made her move. Hitching the tight denim mini-skirt up around her hips, she straddled Emma's knees. Emma gasped when she saw that the other girl wasn't wearing any panties. She could feel the smooth soft leather of the boots pressing against her legs and she could smell the muskiness of her excitement.

Leaning over her captive, Kellie bundled Emma's school skirt up around her waist. Then she slowly lowered herself until she felt her own warm and wet pussy pressing against the other girl's panty covered virgin mound.

Oooooh, that felt sooo good! She lay there for long moments, savouring the feeling.

She began to move on top of Emma. Slowly at first, then faster and faster and harder and harder, grinding her pussy against her captive's mound, feeling the excitement growing in her body like a thunderstorm sweeping in at the end of a hot summer day.

On and on she went, moving herself, gasping and grunting with lust, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter.

The climax, when it came, was totally unlike anything Kellie had ever experienced before from fingering herself. She arched her back and cried out, her whole body wracked with spasms. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually she came slowly down to earth, still shuddering from time to time. She lay, gasping with exhaustion on top of Emma, her face flushed and bathed with sweat. She could feel her juices almost literally running out of her hot little pussy. After a long time she finally levered herself up.

"Oh god, that was good" she panted as she smoothed down the denim mini-skirt. "It was great, wasn't it Emma!"

"Oh yes Kellie" she replied with genuine enthusiasm, knowing that it wasn't a question, and that recognition hung on her saying the right things.

"We'll have to do this again soon, won't we?"

"Yes Kellie. Whenever you want to." Kellie's pussy pulsed again at the other girl's submissiveness.

"Oh good. Maybe I'd better untie you now?"

"Yes, if you want to. My arms are feeling a bit cramped."

"Hmm, maybe I don't want to. But I might if you ask properly."

"Please Kellie, please untie me. But only if you really want to." There was a slight note of desperation in Emma's voice.

Kellie might have been a Domme in the making, but she was also astute enough to realise that she shouldn't alienate her only subject, at this stage. She knelt on the bed, untied Emma and slowly and carefully coiled the rope and put it away.

Emma sat up on the bed and stiffly rubbed her arms and wrists. Her experience had been uncomfortable at times, but if that's what it took to be in with Kellie, then she'd bear with it.