Booted Aunt
Since I'm kind, I'll say my aunt frightens me and intimidates me. I have to say she's bad-tempered, she hates to be displeased and imposes her will on everyone. Anyone who tries to oppose her will suffer her rough verbal humiliation. She's a very dominant woman.
She frightens me and she attracts me too. Because this type of authoritarian mistress-woman troubles me and often gives me a vigorous erection. Her body is superb and quite sexy: she's tall and slim with very beautiful legs. And last but not the least, she often wears rubber boots, particularly when she's gardening. Seeing my aunt with her rubber boots really turns me on because I like to be dominated by this type of woman.
When I was 16 or 17 years old, she gave me the opportunity to satisfy this fantasy of domination. At this time, whenever I met my aunt, I didn't know what to say her because I was troubled by her authority and her rubber booted legs. She was quite conscious of my uneasiness and interpreted it as shyness. She took advantage of that to embarrass me with harsh words while she stared at me with a dominant glare. She didn't know she was turning me on. Every time she spoke to me, I looked down.
One day, my mother sent me to give back magazines to my aunt. When I came to her house, I saw her in the garden, busy picking tomatoes. She wore a pair of tight white pants and, of course, her favorite boots: green Aigle rubber boots.
When I arrived at her house I greeted her with "hello" but, by way of response, she reprimanded me. "You are late, loafer! Put these magazines in my kitchen, on the table, and get lost! I've got work to do!" Obeying my aunt, I proceeded slowly towards her house, looking at her booted legs while she turned away from me busy with her tomatoes. She walked slowly in the garden and mud was stuck in the rough sole of her rubber boots. Her boots were covered with spots of old dried mud too, from the top to bottom of her boots. The boots were showing-off her legs admirably. I was so absorbed with observing her boots that I didn't see the step in front of the house. I stumbled, the magazines slipped from my hand, and they fell to the ground in front of the door. Quickly, I knelt to pick up the magazines, hoping she wouldn't notice my mistake.
But she had sharp hearing! While I picked up the magazines, she quickly walked towards me and stood in front of me, legs apart, hands on hips. She looked down at me imperiously and, because I was on my knees, all I saw were her muddy rubber boots. I tried to excuse myself, but my voice trembled and she cut me short.
"You silly idiot! Incompetent! You let my magazines fall on the ground. I'm sure they are plenty dirty now, and your apologies will not change what happened. I think I will have to tell your parents so that they can punish you!"
I reacted sharply: "Oh no, please don't do that!" Then an idea came to mind spontaneously while I knelt in front of my aunt's rubber booted feet. I proposed to her "I will do anything you want to get your forgiveness!".
She was silent a moment. I was anxious, kneeling in front of her, about what she would decide to do with me. Then she asked me "So, you are ready to do anything that I ask?"
"Yes," I answered.
"You know I am exacting... very exacting?" she asked.
"I know it!" I confessed.
After another moment of silence she said "Well, that's OK! You will be a useful handy-man to put away things in my little garden shed and to clean my garden tools--they are very dirty. But first of all, I want to be sure you are motivated to serve me. First I want you clean my boots because I hate to see all this mud on the rubber. But don’t clean just any way, I want you use your tongue to clean my boots!"
I looked up to her, nonplussed.
She continued, raising her harsh voice "And don't argue, that's an order! Henceforth, I want you to obey me promptly! Don't make me repeat myself; start licking my boots now!"
Obediently, I moved my head towards her boots, sticking out my tongue while she held out her right rubber boot in front of my face. I started licking the rubber boot where it was less dirty.
She took delight in the situation and told me "Hmmm! This is the first time I've had a man lick my boots! What a great feeling to have a servant, a docile slave, who will obey me and do all the tasks I don't want to do myself. It pleases me. A short while ago, you had a good reaction. I don’t think I’ll complain about your behavior but you must obey to me, understood?"
"Yes" I answered between movements of my flicking tongue.
Then she said "Lick my boots until I tell you to stop and apply yourself to cleaning them. I don't want to see any more dried dirt or mud on them !"
She turned her foot and presented the most dirty place of her boot in front of my face. My heart was heavy, but I licked her muddy rubber boot, working to remove the dirt and the wet mud. This position, as well as being dominated by my booted aunt, gave me a big erection which compressed my sex in my breeches. I wriggled, trying to be more at ease, and my aunt noticed that I was embarrassed with something between my legs.
Viciously, she told me: "It seems something itches between your legs? What are you hiding here...?" She held her left foot out to my crotch so she could feel my cock with her toe, her rubber booted toe. Immediately she detected my erection and was a bit shocked. "You've got an erection!? I don't mind that you're enjoying being under my boots and licking them. Now, I'm thinking we will be good friends... But take it easy; pull your shorts down and take your cock out!"
Quite happy, I obey and pull my shorts down to my ankles and my cock stands free. I keep on licking her right boot, now with more haste. Up and down, from the wet muddy sole to the upper rim where there’s a little rubber strap. My penis freed, I took great and wonderful pleasure licking the muddy rubber boots of my vicious and dominant aunt. I could feel the heat of her leg through the rubber boot The smell of the warm rubber really turned me on and gave me a great desire to masturbate, but I didn't dare ask permission. I was afraid to go too far.
Unintentionally, she allowed to achieve release. She looked down at my engorged cock, standing erect between my legs, and she amused herself by rubbing it with her left rubber boot. She moved her boot in a back and forth motion, the shaft of her boot close to my cock and the toe of her rubber booted foot under my balls. Continually, my cock and balls rubbed on her boot.
She laughed at me. "He's got a big erection, this little man. Look how excited he is! I'm sure you will masturbate you as soon as you get home--in your bedroom!"
My blood surged and surged again and... it came, it leapt out. My aunt's left rubber boot was soiled with my thick and milky sperm, a copious jet following by other white squirts and dripping down the rubber boot.
Surprised and really furious, she insulted me. "You dirty little pig! Look what you've done! I'll make you pay for this! I'll make you a slave in my service! From now on, your life will be very difficult with me! But first, clean this filth, lick my other boot!"
I obeyed and licked my own sperm, dripping down her left boot and merging with the mud. In the meantime, she humiliated me even more with her shouted insults. All the same, it was obvious that she enjoyed dominating me, having me beneath her boots.
After a moment she ordered me to stop. "Stop now! Follow me! On your knees!"
She turned on her heel and I followed her on my knees as she ordered me. About ten yards away, she stopped and showed me a garden hose and a brush. She gave me a new order.
"Finish cleaning my boots with this brush and the hose! Clean them well, I don't want to see any mud on my rubber boots. And especially, I don’t want to see your sperm, you little dirty pig who is aroused when he licks my boots! I want you to make my boots shine!"
Obedient, I polished her rubber boots with the brush and water, the soles too. Then, this job done, she dismissed me roughly. Nevertheless, she ordered me to come the next day to do some other disagreeable job. She promised me this in way to overcome my awkwardness.
The night following the first domination session with my aunt was very long. I couldn't sleep very well because I did not want to return at her house the next day and be forced to do hard labor. But at least I'll see her beautiful booted legs and maybe she'll permit me to touch them. Actually, this working day at my aunt's gave me the opportunity to see her rubber boots and to have another domination session too.
Right on time, I arrived at her house. My heart was pounding in my chest. I entered through the garden and saw her; she was sitting in a rocking-chair, on the lawn near the garden. I was disappointed: she wasn't wearing her rubber boots but just sandals. The day would be very dull if I don't have the opportunity to see my aunt with her beautiful rubber boots on her feet. I approached my aunt and, to show I was submissive to her, I knelt in front of her chair. She looked down and stared at me with a dominating glaze.
After a short time she said "That's good! It seems you're ready to serve me! Today you are going to clean-out my garden shed and to properly clean my garden tools. You know I hate dirt, so I want them cleaned properly, like new tools. I don't want to see any mud or dirt on my tools otherwise you'll receive a very harsh punishment. Understand?" I answered affirmatively.
Then she said "During your work I'll be gardening and now, of course, I need my boots. They are in the garden shed. I want you bring them here on your knees."
On all fours, I entered in the little shed. There were plenty of dusty things and tools; today I'll have a lot of work to do to clean-up this place and to clean the tools. Near the door my aunt's boots were lined-up. There were several pairs for different uses: a grey PVC pair with high heels, for taking a walk in the rain; these high-heeled boots gave her five centimeters (two inches) more height and a real dominating style. Two other pairs of boots were here as well: a black rubber pair and a red rubber pair, both with flat heels but very tall shiny shafts. These boots were a bit dusty. When I saw these different styles of boots, I understood that my aunt likes to wear boots, particularly rubber boots, and I became aware of her fetishism. Then I looked at the fourth pair of boots, a pair of green Aigle rubber boots, which she had worn yesterday. She had already worn these boots for gardening, so I took them in my hands and crawled to her.
Respectfully, I put the boots down in front of her feet with care. I said: "Here are your boots, my aunt".
She answered dryly "Shut up! You'll speak when I'll ask you! I want you help me to put my boots on, but first I want you massage my feet. Come, worship my feet!" One after the other, I took her pretty feet between my hands and massaged them delicately. They were like her legs, shapely and soft. When she ordered me to stop and to put the boots on her feet, I acted quickly. I took her right rubber boot, and with one hand I pressed against the bottom of the heel, I grabbed the top of the shaft with my other hand. I pulled on the shaft and pushed on the heel until her foot slid down fully inside the rubber boot. Then I tucked her pant-leg down inside the boot. I did the same with the other boot.
When she was well-shod, she said to me with a vicious voice "If I remember you were very excited to be at my feet yesterday. I want to see if you are as turned on today... Strip to the skin! I want you completely nude!" I obeyed her order and undressed completely. My cock was hard but I was not proud, and was afraid that someone would come unexpectedly, see my nudity, and discover my strange relationship with my aunt. When I was nude, I knelt again in front of her, awaiting orders. She didn't say a word and stared me with her rough dominatrix gaze. She was sitting with her legs crossed, and slowly moved her free leg. I stared her rubber boots and I got a big erection. Then she caressed my face with her booted foot and said "You are very turned on by my boots. They are clean today, aren't they? But I want you lick them anyway, because yesterday I liked when you licked my boots. I was proud to dominate you, so I have decided that from now on, every time you see me, even when we are not alone, you will kneel to respectfully lick my boots. Do you understand?"
I nodded and, as she ordered me, I started to lick her rubber boots. She turned her foot to allow me to lick the heels; she forced me to lick her soles too, while she was crushing my face under her feet. I felt the heat of her legs through the boots, blending with the smell of the rubber, and I was more and more excited. After a short while, she pushed me back with a vigorous boot-kick in my chest and I fell back. Then she came to me and put a foot on my chest in order to keep me on the ground and told me that now she is going gardening while I clean-up her garden shed. Without any other words she moved off and left me lying on my back.
As she ordered me, I worked completely nude. So I spent two long hours in her little shed; I was cleaning the dirty gardening tools when I heard my aunt come back to inspect how I was doing. I was on my knees when she entered.
She stood legs apart in front of me and, after a circular glance, she said "Have you already forgotten what I said? You must lick my boots whenever you see me!"
I apologized and bent my head forward over her boots to honor them with my tongue; they were very muddy and it was hard work to clean them. Licking her muddy boots, I got an erection. But my attitude displeased my aunt and she decided to punish me.
"Look what I bought this morning!". To my great surprise, she grabbed something hanging on the back of the door, that I hadn't seen when I entered: a whip with long leather thongs. Fearing the punishment, I more vigorously licked her rubber boots, begging her pardon. But she didn't care and whipped me hard on my buttocks and my back. She took great pleasure in treating me like this. "Too late to apologize! You make a mistake, and I punish you! I want you to obey me and I want you to understand it!" The whip slashed my buttocks and the thongs hit my penis between my legs. This punishment did not diminish my erection and I don't doubt my aunt enjoyed herself, humiliating a man with an erection.
At last, she stopped and examined my work. I stayed on knees while she did her inspection. Satisfied with my work, she caressed my back with her whip. Then she said "That's good! You've done a good job all the same and, because I'm not so nasty, I'm going to give you a little reward. Come along!" On my knees, I approached her. Then she bent down, she took my erect cock in her hand and started to masturbate me, slowly at first then more vigorously. After a while, she stopped, stood up, and told me "I don't want to soil my hands! So, finish yourself. Come on! Jerk yourself off! And I want you come on my boots, it will be the only entertainment I allow you, coming on my boots!"
I obeyed promptly and masturbated over her right rubber boot while I began licking the left boot. I came quickly and the boot was copiously covered with my white and creamy juice. Not completely satisfied, my aunt ordered me to clean her soiled rubber boot with my tongue. Then she ordered me to fetch her shoes and to remove her boots. She slid her pretty feet into the sandals. Then as she demanded it, I cleaned her rubber boots with water and a brush to remove the last marks of mud and dirt. Then she gave me my clothes back and freed me. But she told me to come back the next day for more work.
So, little by little, I was becoming a kind of slave for my aunt. Almost every day, I was compelled to come to her house to do some housework like running the vacuum or polishing the floor, cleaning the windows, or cleaning her numerous pairs of boots. She is naturally dominant, and likes to wear shiny boots at all times. When I was in her service, it was easy for my aunt to have shiny boots!
Over time, that slave/Mistress relationship grew. My aunt perfectly understood that I was enjoying being her submissive and she took full advantage of this. She was progressing by stages with me, testing my motivation to serve her. She was using me as a jack-of-all-trades, and she also took delight in binding me like a prisoner.
It was a rainy day. I was summoned to her home for housework: cleaning the tiled floor of the entrance way while she took a walk in the nearby forest. Before leaving the house she had put on her green Aigle rubber boots, to protect her feet from the mud of the forest paths. Per her orders, I was busy cleaning the entrance tiles, nude and on all fours, when she came back from her walk. She entered but I couldn't see her because I had my back to her. Nevertheless, I knew her boots were very wet and muddy because I heard the squeaking wet rubber sound they produced on the tile floor. My aunt came near me but I didn't dare turn around, for fear of angering her. She was holding a long leather-thonged whip and gave me a violent stroke on my nude buttocks. SMACK! The shock gave me a start. She was very angry and began to insult me.
"Incompetent! Idiot! You aren't even able to do simple housework! I have ordered you to clean the floor and look how dirty it is..." I turned around and saw the tiled floor soiled with muddy footprints that my aunt left herself on the floor with her dirty boots. She hadn't removed them, and she was blaming me for the mud she brought back from her walk on her rubber boots. I didn't have time to object to this unfairness, she violently grabbed my hair and forced me to bend my head down to the muddy floor. "Lick! she ordered me. Lick all that dirt!" I obeyed while she held my head on ground with her heavy rubber booted foot. I felt the rubber sole pressing into the nape of my neck. But that humiliation didn't last long. She removed her foot from my neck and put her boot in front of my mouth. A brief and clear order was given to me "Lick my boots now, slave!"
Although they were muddy, it was much more pleasant for me to lick her warm rubber boots than the cold entrance tiles. To worship her boots like this and being able to see her long beautiful legs was very exciting. She was taking much pleasure also, seeing me submit at her feet. Finally, each of us found satisfaction in that slave/Mistress relation.
After cleaning her boots with my tongue, I continued washing the entrance floor until it was perfectly clean. Then she told what was next. "I'm not satisfied with you today! I am disappointed! Accordingly I have to punish you. I'm going to lock you in the cellar so that you can meditate on your poor behavior. And be prepare to stay a long time, I'll free you when I'm less annoyed!" She fastened a collar around my neck, attached a lead to it, and pulled me behind her without pity.
Arriving at the cellar she gave me several smacks to make me enter the room. The cellar was very dark, lit only by a barred basement window, and permanently cold and wet--a real cell. I realized that she had anticipated my imprisonment; there was a large ring fixed to the wall and a pair of handcuffs hanging from it. I quickly understood my aunt had prepared this so-called punishment just to have the delight of binding me in her cellar. With her whip, she forced me to kneel near the ring. Then with the handcuffs, she locked my hands to the ring.
Before leaving she reminded that she was the boss. "Surprised, aren't you? You must understand that I expect absolute obedience and submission. And I'm glad to see you bound also. It's a good position for you little slave!" Before leaving the cellar, she switched off the light. She pulled the heavy wooden door closed and locked it.
I don't know how long my imprisonment lasted. I kept trying to find a comfortable position, something other than lying on the cold cellar floor. But this was difficult because I was handcuffed with my arms locked above my head. As I was nude, I rapidly became very cold. I was worried about the future punishments my aunt would decide for me. I was certain she didn't want to stop at this time and I imagined other punishments and humiliations.
Then I heard her coming downstairs. I recognized the characteristic walk of a dominant woman and the heavy tread of her rubber boots on the floor. The key turned in the lock and my aunt entered. She didn't switch on the light, she just let the door stand open. I couldn't see her clearly, she was just a shadow silhouetted against the light. She appeared to me like a black and rubber booted dominatrix, I couldn't see her face. She was like a Chinese shadow. On the other hand, as I was directly in the light streaming in from the hall, she was able to see me perfectly. She put a stool in front of me and sat down. Without a word, she started to caress my genitals with the toe of her right rubber boot. The feeling was very pleasant and the contact of the rubber on my genitals was very arousing, increased by my submissive position. When I was fully erect, she stopped the movement of her foot and began crushing my genitals with her boot. While she was pressing down on me I saw her unfastening her belt and pushing her pants down her thighs. Due to the poor light, I didn't immediately understood what she was doing, but I realized quickly enough that she was masturbating herself with her right hand.
She finally said "As you can see, you are not the only one to have sexual pleasure from our relationship! I want to have an orgasm as I dominate you, but I don't want you see me. That's why I didn't switch the light on. But with the open door I've got a nice view of your submissive body. I like to see without being seen... mmmm... Yeeees! What a good thing to have a slave at home...! Oh, yes...! It turns me on so much!"
She held her right leg out and put the sole of her boot on my mouth. "Lick my boots again!" she ordered me. "I hate to wear dirty boots and I don't know what sort of dirt just I walked in a short while ago. Maybe cow-shit or manure or just chocolate cream or something else...? It will be a surprise for you. And lick my boot properly. I want to feel your tongue through the sole of my boot. It gives me great pleasure and a good orgasm. If I'm satisfied, you might get a reward."
Indeed the sole was covered with something soft and sticky I couldn't identify, but it seemed like vegetable matter with a fruity taste. She was probably crushing apples or bananas with her boots and wanted to scare me by saying it might be shit. I never knew what it really was but licked her dirty sole, striving to make her feel my tongue through the rubber, just as she ordered me.
She was sitting comfortably and used my body to rest her feet. She put her left foot on my thigh and the right one on my face to make me lick the sole. She masturbated with her right hand for about five minutes then I saw her use something with her left hand. It was a rather large dildo. She rubbed it on her pussy. I guessed her pussy was wet and wide open, then she inserted the dildo and started pumping it in and out of herself. I realized she must be an expert and frequent user of dildos. Her body was swaying and her vibrating legs were transmitting her rhythm to me.
I was surprised because I didn't think she so shameless and experienced at masturbating. But her daring gave me a strong erection again. She soon orgasmed with a long moan of pleasure. Then she took a minute of quiet relaxation before pulling her pants back around her waist.
Then she stood up, came close to me and rubbed the end of her dildo on my nostrils and my mouth. The smell of her sex, hot spicy and pungent, turned me on a lot and I really wanted to masturbate. My aunt forced me to suck and lick the hot, wet dildo as she watched me. She perfectly understood my desire, but like a true mistress, she did not release the handcuffs and laughed at my situation.
"You've got a big erection again. You want to jerk you off, don't you? It pleases me to see you like this, because I'm sure you are now ready obey all my wishes to have the permission to jerk off! But you'll have to wait longer. I've decided to leave you here, bound; your punishment is not complete. But all the same, I'm happy. I had an orgasm a little while ago because of you, and you'll have your little reward. But be patient, I'll come back soon to free you!" She turned her back on me and walked out of the cellar without another word. The heavy wooden door banged shut and I was in for another long time handcuffed in cold and darkness...