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Gambling Man - short story by Neil
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Please can I join? I have for a long time been searching for a site that includes the Office side of domination. The high up office world has up till recent times been over populated by the male species, I feel that it is time that the superior sex, female played a much more dominant role in the office. I believe that the world ran by females would be a happier, safer and cleaner environment. I have included a story I wrote my self. I know I’m a male hence not really needed here but I hope this will show that I have some skills that could be helpful. My story, by Neil I had been gambling since I was a kid; and I like to consider myself good at it. I can remember playing cards with my friends at school for small amounts of money. It was very unusual for me to lose. Some kids even ran a book on me. Which I took a cut of. I found gambling to be a good way to make money, and with things been tight at home my parents turned a blind eye to it. As a kid I picked up the name Lucky. I don’t know about luck. I don’t even think I have got it. Most great gamblers are mathematics genius I’m not. Still today at the age of 24 I can’t recite some of my time’s tables. My skills of wining I put down to an ability of been able to read people. Some times it’s like I can feel them to such a point that I can sense how they are going to react next. A skill that is useful in life as a hole. Any way like the best, one-day luck runs out. I left school with a few thousand; an achievement that I feel shows more than the few grades I gained. So I wasn’t going to be a scientist or a doctor, like I cared. While my mates went to college I got a job in a casino collecting empty glasses. I didn’t do it for the money, I did it to try and watch some of the action, and to try and get in on it. It didn’t take long before I made new friends. I soon started stopping around after my shifts just to talk to the boss. An old fat gray slightly bolding kind of a guy. But don’t get me wrong he was sharp. Sharpest person I have ever meet, and funny. He could take all your money and make you laugh about it all the way home. In fact you could even woke up the next day, still laughing. Now here I am aged 17 and hanging out in quite a good casino, I thought at the time. Friends with the boss, and getting to talk day in day out with pros about cards. And getting to make money. And I mean money. I would pick up £150 a week basic, an extra £70 a week in tips and then I would gamble after hours, normally playing cards and pick up any were between an extra £100 to a £1000 a week. I was the envy of the town for my age. I thought I had every thing the fittest blondes, brunets, cars, drugs, drinks, clothes and my own flat. How cool was my flat, I had surround sound even before my old local cinema did. After a bit I got deeper in. My boss released I was good at cards. And started taking me around with him. I fitted in well, and they all liked to test my name out, Lucky. I just kept cleaning up. When I turned 18 I was made assistant manager of the casino. The best present any one could give to a gambler. My parents sent me a card. I had kind of stopped seeing them by this point, I kept telling my self it was because I was to busy. But the real reason was I had changed too much. When I had grown accustomed too the running of the casino my old boss felt I was ready to take control a bit more. Feeling the strain of this world he would leave me in charge for weeks on end while he went off on holidays with his wife. While he was a way I would always try and improve profits so he would be proud of me. By this point I saw him as a father figure in my life. And he spoke of me as a son. But all my drive and luck could not foresee that I was in for a fall. By the age of 19 I was betting thousands a week on the side. And I wasn’t always wining any more. I owed a few people money but no stress as I could just pay back what I owed next week. That’s when my luck ran out. She was tall, almost as tall as my 6ft 4” with long shoulder length golden blonde hair, Deep blue eyes, Thin, with a great bust, And perfect skin. I know I was in love with her before I even spoke to her. And when I did I nearly clasped. To here her speak is to here angels sing. Soft with a hint of control beauty in waves. Angel as I named her was every thing I wanted in a lady. The 1st time we made love I was hooked for life. And she knew it. Angel was a gambler as well; she had got to be were she was now, running the best underground high stakes casino in area by the same path as me. We had loads in common. Her drive to win was immense she would stop at nothing, And even though I was her lover and had been living with her now for over a year I soon owed her thousands. But she liked that any way. After moving in I quickly found out that she had quite a controlling side to her personality. But I didn’t mind I was in love. It started quite slowly; maybe she wanted her back scrubbed or some food cooked. Then it progressed to her coming home and asking for a rub or asking for a massage. Pretty normal stuff really, but after a bit I noticed changes in her towards me, She stopped asking and started telling me. I tried speaking to her about it but she just laughed it off, saying that some one like me needs a bit of guidance. Then one night she came home drunk, to find me a sleep in the lounge. She woke me up. And just started screaming at me. Saying how lazy I have become and that I owed her thousands and she wanted me to start paying her back. I didn’t know what to say I was just amazed at her anger towards me and I must admit I was a little frightened to. After what seamed like hours her shouting stopped and she started to calm down. By this point I was just saying over and over again “what can I do to help”? “You can start by getting on your knees before me and begging for my forgiveness” I didn’t like the sound of this; I was siting quite happily on our chair while she was standing before me. Angel had never raised her voice to me before. I had seen her tearing strips off her staff before so I know what she was capable of. So far I had been lucky with just her shouting. I got on my knees before her and looked up at her, hopefully this would calm her. It didn’t, She flamed up again screaming that I should beg her for forgiveness. I started to beg, asking her to forgive me for running up big debts and for apparently been lazy. This seemed to make her happier. “Do you still love me?” She asked me. I was stunned “I have always loved you and will continue to do so for ever” She started to smile down at me now. She was so fantastic to look at, you would do any thing just to see her smile. “You know what lucky, I believe that you do love me, but a lady needs to be shown sometimes, and you don’t often show me any more. You have let your self go a bit, I can’t even remember the last time you won a game against me. You owe me thousands; you hardly ever go to work. And I just don’t think we have much in common any more” What does she mean? I was really frightened now. “ Does this mean your leaving me? I asked, with a lot of desperation in my voice. “No, things are just going to have to change a bit around here. I want you to start doing what I tell you to do; it’s for your best. One day you will thank me. And also we will have to talk about how you can start to pay me back what you owe me. OK lucky” “OK” I replied. “Now I really mean this Lucky, I want you to do what I tell you. I don’t want you to even think about it, just do it. Do you understand?” “ Yes angel I understand, You are just trying to help me. I will do what you want”. “Good little Lucky, You’re starting to understand. Now while your down they’re in front of me on your knees, I would like you to clean my boots, they are a little dirty from the walk from the car park to work”. I started to stand up to fetch the boot brush and polish. “What are you doing Lucky, Why are you standing, stay on your knees and bend down until your face touches my boots”. I didn’t know what to think at this point. I said I would do any thing she asked of me to make her happy but this was going a bit to strange for my liking. I tried looking up to say some thing, But she just shouted, and I mean shouted down at me, “stick your fuckin stinking lazy face to my boots NOW! I placed my face to her boots, What the hell was I doing. “Now lucky do as I tell you or there will be trouble. I want you to start by cleaning my boots”. “How can I with out cleaning “How dare you interrupt me like that. Use your tongue. I want you to lick them clean. “You want me to lick your boots clean, How is that going to help me get my self back on top?” I said startled. “Because you need to learn some respect for me, You have been living off me for nearly a year now. And I just want some pay back. I want you to do what I say, When I say it. Now lick clean my fuckin boots.” I bent forwards again this time not hesitating; my tongue started on the front tips of her black leather stiletto heeled designer ankle boots. As I Licked at her boots, I tried to look up at her, occasionally in-between licks I managed to catch short glimpses of her face, and the bitch was grinning down at me. “Looks like your enjoying your self down there, lucky.” She said sarcastically, “ If you start behaving your self, I will let you please me, OK.” I mumbled my response, Not that I really wanted her to hear what I said. “ Little Lucky, The kid with such ambition, such drive, and fire, And what has it all amounted to little Lucky? I will tell you, KEEP LICKING. You have amounted to nothing, just like your family, Tell me does your dad lick boots as badly as you?” I couldn’t even reply to this, I might have killed her. But I knew I couldn’t. I still loved her, crazy I know but it was the truth. “ Right now lick the sides, get that mud off my boots, I wont them really clean.” I bent round more so I could lick the side of her boots, “Come on lick harder I want to feel that useless tongue of yours. Don’t forget the heels, roll on to your back.” I did as she said, She moved so she was standing over me, a leg ever side of my stomach, She looked down at me directly in to my eyes. Then said with no emotion “Suck my heels, like you make me suck your little cock” She moved one leg over to my face. And pointed her heel towards my mouth, “Beg to suck my heel clean. Or I will stamp down on your balls, NOW BEG!” “Please Angel let me suck your heels” I couldn’t believe how low I had stooped. She giggled like a little schoolgirl. “OK little Lucky you can suck my heel clean.” Her voice was mocking, but I knew she meant it. Again she moved her heel towards my mouth, as she pushed it in I began to suck. I could taste the dirt as I sucked hard, but that wasn’t the worst thing about this humiliating act. The worst was seeing her smiling at me. She was really enjoying this. I don’t know if it was the fact that I could see her happy, or as Angel tells me, it’s because I’m a naturally born submissive. But I was also starting to enjoy this situation. “You can stop sucking now little Lucky, and don’t forget to say thank you for letting me let you clean my lick clean my boots.” I thanked her. And the strange thing was I meant it. “Now get that hard cock of your out, I feel like sucking it, But don’t until I tell you.” I looked down, my cock was straining against my trousers, I was really turned on. As I pulled it out angel dropped to her knees. Soon I was off loading under her wonderful technique. She pulled me out, and seductively licked her lips. “Did you hear me say you could yet Lucky” “No, It’s just your so good, and I got” “Shut up” She cut me dead. “Now for disobeying what I said you can please me any way I feel all night, Now get on your knees and go down on me until I say stop.” As I sunk to my knees for the second time that night I felt my self harden again. By the morning I was burnt out. Angel was looking great with the glow of after make love still radiant on her perfect face. She got out of bed and stood naked looking at me. I felt a bit uneasy looking at her; it was like she had changed a little over night. I had seen signs of her controlling nature before but never aimed directly at me. Her smile slowly deserted. She could sense that she was unnerving me. “I have left something for you to sign, it’s on the chair. Don’t stress it’s just an agreement to pay back the money you owe me, I got our solicitor to draw it up a week ago. Sign it while I get a shower.” She left the room. I raced over to my chair and picked up the document. As I picked it up and started to read the 1st of many pages I started to think of our Solicitor. A female of middle age, still attractive if you liked that hole power dress thing. Good body, Brown hair and what looked like great legs. I had thought (on the often occasions that I spoke to her), about giving her one. The 1st page was just the normal kind of legal junk; I had sent a few of these out my self in the past. To sad people that have owed me thousands. Just a legally binding contract stating the amount owed, and the re payment plans. But page 2 looked different, Were you would place your occupation, was already filled out, It stated that I was employed to the company ran by Angel. The 1st I have heard about that. The next difference was there was a new part added stating that until full repayments were made I was the property of Angel. By page 3 I was scarred, Page 4 crying, Page 5 considering running away to join the Army. Page 6 considering toping my self. Page 7 Angel had got out of the shower and come up behind me. “Sign the 1st part now then we can go over to the solicitors and you can sign again to make it legally binding” “You can’t expect me to sign this Angel have you lost the plot” With this she kicked me hard, right in the balls. I bent forwards in pain like I have never felt before. And started to cry. “Wipe you tears away and sign” As I signed I became hers. “Now get washed and dressed. We have an appointment for 9:30 at the solicitors.” Angel drove us to the solicitors, she hardly ever drove, but things were starting to change. We arrived on time. Angel just told me to get out and wait upstairs for her while she parked. As I walked up stairs all I could think about was that humiliating contract that our solicitor and Angel had contrived. How could I face her? Slowly I reached the top of the stairs. As always the reception area hadn’t changed. The same old boring replica antique furnishings. Same old leather bound books placed on the wall-mounted bookshelves. More for looks than any real value. And the same receptionist, short, young fresh from school look, short blond trendy cut hair, well dressed in a suite to match her bosses (who she looked up to) Designer (looking) pointed ankle boots that could hurt. Nice body. If a little to fin. Pert breasts. The only downfall to this girl was her personality. You didn’t have to hear her speak to know this girl was a bitch. “Hi me and my partner have an appointment at 9:30 with Mrs. Freeman.” “Just let me cheek that sir, please take a seat and wait” As I sat down I heard her buzz through on the phone to Mrs. Freeman. “Yes Mrs. Freeman I have A gentle man hear who says he has an appointment with you at 9:30,” a small gap I looked up the secretary was looking at me “Sorry Sir I forget to take your name down, What is it?” As I told her she started to smile. “Oh yes Mrs. Freeman it is him.” She placed the receiver down while starring at me. “She will see you in 5min, Lucky.” I was beginning to become unnerved by this young girl. She stopped smiling at me and said, “I hear you have been summoned by your partner, Lucky.” She began to giggle. Angel broke the tension by walking through the door. She walked over to the secretary and kissed her on her cheek, as though they were good friends. “How are you Sara?” “I’m good Angel, I bet you can’t wait to get the forms signed, What you going to make him do 1st for you?” The both looked over at me smiling. I couldn’t believe that this young secretary had been told about this embarrassing situation I had got my self into. “ I already started on him last night.” “What did you make him do?” Sara response was too eager for my liking. “Let’s just say he will make a good boot cleaner.” I looked up at Angel. Unable to hide my glowing embarrassment, I put my head down. “Are look at him he’s gone all shy, by the way Sara how is your slave getting on?” Did I just hear Angel ask Sara about a slave? With this thought my head began to spin. “Sara that’s a nice top your wearing under your suit, were did you get it from?” “I got it when I was away on holiday, I made my little slave buy it for me as well as every thing else I wear.” They both started to giggle again. “ And were did you get those lovely boots from?” “ I sent slave out one day to buy me new shoes and boots, I told him if he bought me nasty cheep ones I would make him eat his own for a week. He bought me 2 pairs of court shoes and 4 pairs of really nice boots. I was so happy; I have trained him well. I still made him eat his own for a week though, just for my own amusement.” The look on Angles face was one of amazement. Angel had recognized her solicitor one night at her casino, feeling it was polite to say hello. She went over to talk. And they just really hit it off. 6 hours latter they were very drunk. Releasing they had to sober up Jackie Angels solicitor came up with the idea of going back to her office for coffee. Jackie’s office was only up the road and it was only fair to return the hospitality. So off they went hand in drunken hand, laughing all the way. The warm office air and several drinks none been coffee they both crashed out in a drunken but happy state. Angel woke to find her self on a firm but comfortable antique leather chair. Her body felt stiff but warm because of a soft wool blanket placed lovingly around her. Looking around the room Angel realized were she was “Morning” Angel jumped, by the door was a tall blond good-looking young girl Jackies secretary. “Sorry didn’t mean to frighten you, I heard what you too bad girls got up to last night, I thought you might need these,” Angel could hardly mumble because of the restraints of her hangover. But was pleasantly surprised to see a steaming hot cup of fresh coffee, and a box of painkillers. “Thanks” Angel kind of managed.” 2 cups latter, a quick wash and half a box of painkillers Angel could speak. “Good night was it? Your Angel aren’t you by the way?” “I’m the one and only very sick feeling Angel. I think it was a good night?” “You have to watch Jakie she like a drink and a laugh, She left me a note to tell you, She’s sorry she couldn’t be here to wake you but she’s had to go out. But she said she would phone you tonight. Angel was taking all of this in when Jackie’s phone rang. Hi 0121 308 ==== how may I help you? “I thought I told you not to phone me while I’m at work. I don’t care. Get on with your jobs, I want my cleaning doing, Shopping done, I want a new top for Saturday and start my dinner for tonight. Now don’t phone again. “Do you always talk to your boyfriend like that?” Asked a shocked Angel. “Only when he misbehaves, You have to hold a real tight leash with them or they will play up. I find a good whipping normally works. How do you teach your slave?” “My slave I haven’t got a slave, Are you telling me that you treat your boyfriend like he’s your slave? Tell me more I’m interested” Angel spoke for hours to Sara about slave training, and the more she heard that day the more she liked. When Jackie arrived back late she found Angel still here and talking to Sara about turning Lucky in to her own slave. “I’m glad to see you to getting on so well. Now Angel come in to my office so we can talk about ways to turn that boyfriend of yours legally into your property.” Pore old Lucky, Angel thought as she began to laugh with Jackie and Sara. The buzzer on Sara’s desk crackled and spurted in to life. “ Sara please send Angel and Lucky in now I’m ready” “Come on lucky it’s time for you to sign your ass to me. By the way Sara your lovely boots look like they could do with a bit of a clean, when lucky comes out I will have him lick them clean for you if you like?” “Thanks Angel” Sara then looked towards Lucky. “Hurry back I want my boots licked clean, slave.” As we entered the solicitor’s room I could here Sara laughing again. I turned around to see her blow a kiss at me just as the door closed. My mind was racing, turning over the word slave over and over again. “Thanks for coming Angel please take a seat” Angel sat down. I followed then sat down in the chair next to her. Angel turned to look at me with a dirty look on her face. “No not you Lucky you come here and stand on the side of my desk.” I was so shocked I jumped up and walked over to the side of her desk. “Right then Lucky, it seems that you have been a very naughty boy. Do you relies how much debt you are in? Well my self and Angel have decided that instead of financial settlement. Which we feel you could never complete. You will be given the opportunity working it off. Now I feel it’s in your best interest to just sign, theirs a pen and Angels contract. NOW SIGN.” I was shocked by her abruptness. But still signed. “Good glad to see you can still be reasonable Lucky. Right then from this present time and up until the year 2008 you are the sole property of Angel. You will do any thing she says, with out any question. You will continue for as long as she wants to please her in any way you can. You will address her in private as Mistress Angel. I am to be addressed as Mistress Freeman, And Sara as Mistress Sara. Your new name is slave. Which is what you have now become. Angel you may now sign as well to legally bind him to you.” Angel signed really quickly then passed it over to Mistress Freeman how signed as well then she stood up and walked over to the safe. “Angel would you mind if we kept this legally binding slave contract here, were it will be safe.” “Feel free Jackie, I trust you. And slavery boy here knows my combinations on all off my safes, so it’s for the best. Can’t have slave ripping up the contract now can we?” Jackie placed it safely away, then turned and sat back down, I was still standing on the side of her desk with my head bowed in shame. “Now then Angel what can we make your slave do to show you his respect for his new Mistress.” “Well I got him to lick clean my boots last night, and I enjoyed looking down on him and seeing him kiss and lick clean my dirty boots.” “Did you make him suck your heels? I always enjoy making my slaves really suck my heels clean. Theirs a real dominating feeling I always feel by watching a slave suck and lick clean my boots. I daily make a slave clean the pair that I’m wearing. It keeps my boots clean and it keeps the slave groveling at my boots.” “I like the idea of my slave groveling at my boots. I made him suck clean my heels. And I really enjoyed watching that. Don’t worry I will make him clean my boots lots, I did really enjoy watching him lick them clean.” Angel stopped talking and looked at me “ Sorry slave I almost forgot about you then, I was giving you an order wasn’t I? To test your respect for me.” Angel lifted her legs and placed them on Mistress Freeman’s desk. Her boots were directly next to were I was standing. I looked down; today she had on her expensive white leather high heeled knee boots. To match her white knee length skirt and suit top. She looked great. “Look at my boots slave.” I looked again at them. I could see that there was some mud splashes around the top of the heels. And also on the toe area. In places some of the mud was still wet, like on the black sharp looking heels. “Before you lick my boots clean slave, I want you to thank me.” “Thank you Mistress Angel” “Thank you for what slave?” “Thank you Mistress Angel for giving me the privilege and honor of licking clean your wonderful boots.” Angel looked up at Jackie. “You see I think he will make a good slave” “Your right. And you Angel will make a great Mistress.” “Now my slave start cleaning my boots. And lick them good I want to feel your tongue through the leather.” As I bent over the desk to start cleaning Angels boots, I could feel them both starring at me. I could taste the mud on her boots, but I knew I had to lick them or there would be trouble. As the mud came off the sides Mistress Freeman started to order me were to lick next. “Lick front of her boots. That’s it all the way up the shaft. Lick around the toe area next. Come on slave lick harder, It’s an honor to be able to clean such wonderful boots as your Mistress’s.” Angel was laughing and occasionally moving her boots slightly to make the job harder. “You can stop now and look at me slave.” I looked up at Angel. “Say thank you slave” “Thank you Mistress Angel for letting me clean your boots” “But slave you haven’t finished cleaning them yet.” Mistress Freeman said. Angel and I both looked up at Mistress Freeman. “ He still has the soles of your boots Angel to lick. The best part of any boot cleaning service” “Now lick your Mistress’s soles clean” I looked at Angel, hoping she wouldn’t expect me to do that. But I found no help there. “O, I forget about my soles. And now I think about it I did stand in some dog shit on the way up here. Clean it off NOW.” So again I found my self, bent over the desk. But this time I was licking clean the soles of her boots. “Get that shit off slave, look you missed a bit, come on we haven’t all day. OK slave you can stop now, they look clean. Now thank me.” “Thank you Mistress Angel.” I was a wreak with humiliation. Next they had me stand up and strip off. Mistress Freeman tied a white towel around my waist. It just about covered my private areas. They both made me dance for them. Every time my towel fell down sent them both in to laughter. Then Mistress Freeman got up and went to one of her cabinets. Out of the cabinet she got a small whip out. The whip looked like a black stick bound in leather with about 9 black leather tails coming off it. It looked like it could hurt. “ Here Angel you will need this for his punishment. It will sting but not really hurt him. Slaves need to be whipped daily. It’s good for them. Lets them know you’re in charge.” “Thank you. Looks like fun to me. So where and how would you advise I whip him?” “Sara’s the best one to answer this, she loves whipping slaves.” With that Mistress Freeman pressed her intercom. “Sara can you come in a minute please. We need your expertise on whipping a slave.” “ Now slave, your Mistress has demonstrated to me your loyalty to her. But Sara hasn’t witnessed it her self. Now I know that Sara hates an ungrateful slave, so if you want to save your ass get on your knees in front of the door so Sara can see your submission to Angel when she comes in.” I got up fast from the desk and got down on my knees next to Angel’s chair. Angel looked at me and gave me warm smile. “I’m happier now that you are really mine. Work well slave and I won’t treat you that badly.” “Thank you Mistress I will not let you down” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. As I sat on my knees next to Angel I could hear Sara’s heels coming closer to the door. I was really nervous behind her good looks hid a bitchy look that I knew could cause me trouble. Then she came in and stood right behind me. “So slave now it’s my turn for some fun. I’m going to teach you all about been whipped by a superior. Say thank you slave” “Thank you Mistress Sara.” “I see you have already taught this slave the correct way to address his superior.” “We have also taught him how to lick boots correctly as well.” Mistress Freeman replied to Sara. “Good after I have shown Angel how to whip her slave he can then clean my boots. I do like a slave groveling on his knees with his tongue around my boot heels. Now slave get across the desk, and pull that towel off.” I pulled my towel off, Mistress Freeman looked down to my cock and a smile crossed her face. I blushed as I walked around and got on to the desk. “Lye face down 1st slave. I want to show your Mistress the glow of whipped ass cheeks. Angel can you please hand me your whip.” All three of them came around me I felt so small just lying there naked waiting to be used as a whipping demonstration. “Right 1st angel I like to make the slave look at what I’m going to whip him with. Slave look at my whip. Looks like it could hurt doesn’t it?” “Yes Mistress Sara.” “Well slave it is. Now Angel I like to make my slave thank me after I have whipped him. You don’t have to but I love to see my slave really degrade him self to me. It all helps to control them.” “I will expect my slave to thank me all the time Sara. I agree with you, I want to completely humiliate and degrade my slave until he will do what ever I say with out any question.” “Good. Now watch this” The 1st hit from the whip was OK it hit directly across my cheeks. In fact it felt quite nice. But after a few hits it began to sting. Then Sara began to really whip me. You could tell that she was enjoying it, and by the laughter from the others it was obvious that in fact they were all enjoying her show. “Angel look at his cute little cheeks now. See how they glow. Place your hand across you should feel some heat from them. Don’t worry whipping does no long term damage.” Angel placed her hand on my cheeks and gave a little pinch. This made me cry out. They all laughed again. “Now I often find that after whipping a slave, there small dicks have gone hard. Turn over slave.” As I turned over I winced a bit under the burning pain caused from my whipping. Embarrassingly I had become aroused. I tried to hide it by covering up with my hands. “Move your hands slave let Mistress Freeman and Mistress Sara see what I own” I placed my hands by my side. Sara moved around so she could see me better. Her hand moved over to my hard cock and closed around it. “It’s nice and long but not very wide is it slave?” “No Mistress I’m sorry.” Her hand started to move up and down slowly stimulating me. I let out a sigh. “Angel, some Mistress don’t let their slaves . I like mine to, I think milking a slave daily also helps in the aid of his control.” “I always milk my slave daily Angel, I like to see the dread in his eyes as he cum’s.” Angel looked up at Jackie puzzled. “Why is their dread in his eyes as your slave cum’s?” “Because slave should eat his own ” Jackie smiled as she replied to Angel. “Would you mind if we show you now Angel?” Sara asked. “I think for all the years I have eaten his , I feel that it is only fair that he has his turn. Go ahead and make him .” I felt repulsed, Sara’s hand movements started to speed up. I was already close to an orgasm. “Slave do you like Sara’s hand around your cock. Does it feel good to have her toss you off? Don’t you just want to shoot all your sticky white into her lovely warm hand? Sara tightened her grip and moved her hand up and down faster and faster. Think about your cock in her mouth slave. Think about her drinking all your down.” With that I started to shoot my . Sara cupped her hand around the end of my cock and continued to pull slowly. “As you fill my hand up slave thank Mistress Freeman for talking dirty to you.” “Thank you Mistress Freeman.” Sara stopped pulling on my cock and lifted her hand away to show Angel and Jackie my . “He shoots quite a bit doesn’t he?” “Yer and I normally swallow all of that.” “Well not any longer unless you like to. Slave sit up and face me. I sat up. Get on your knees and open your mouth. Now I’m going to make you lick all you’re off my hands then I want you to thank me and Mistress Freeman and your Mistress for been aloud to . If you don’t lick it all up or we are not happy that you are really grateful I will whip you like you have never been whipped before. Do you understand slave?” “Yes Mistress Sara” She lifted her hands to my mouth and I began to lick up all of my . When Sara was happy she let me thank every one in the room. “Now get on the floor next to my boots and start licking them clean. Slave.” I got down off the table and knelt next to were Sara was standing. I could feel them all looking at me. I didn’t want to be here and I didn’t want to lick Sara’s boots. But if I didn’t she would whip me again. So down I got until my mouth was nearly touching the front of her ankle boots. I opened my mouth and as my tongue slid out I tasted leather again. When Sara decided her boots were suitably clean she ordered me to suck clean her heels. Mistress Angel and Mistress Freeman moved closer to watch me suck and lick Sara’s heels. As I looked up at Angel she smiled down at me as I moved my look towards Mistress Freeman I could see that she to was smiling. Sara stopped me and told me to kiss each Mistress boots once before standing up. After kissing all of their boots I stood up slowly still embarrassed by my nakedness. Sara pointed out that my cock was hard again. Mistress Freeman said it was obviously that licking clean ladies boots turns him on. Which was a good thing Sara added quickly. The three of them spoke about me and about other things openly for about an hour. I just stood there silent and still naked. Then Angel ordered me to get dressed and wait for her in her car. As I left none of them said anything to me. As I waited in Angel’s car I thought about my new life as a slave. Tired from the day’s adventures I fell asleep. “Wake up slave. I said wake up.” I quickly came to, “Were are we?” “Were are we what, slave?” “I’m sorry were are we Mistress?” “I have decided to give you the privilege of buying me some new clothes and shoes.” I thanked her not really happy but at least it will give me a chance to act normal I thought. “Now come around my side and open my door slave”. I jumped out and held open her door. She pushed past me arrogantly and told me to lock up then follow behind her. 1st we went into her favorite shoe shop. It was a trendy small designer kind of shop. We were the only people inside apart from the owner and a sales help. The older of the two ladies I recognized immediately. Angel often bought shoes and boots from this store and knew the owner well, the lady that I recognized. But who was that other girl. She looked more like a schoolgirl than staff. Angel walked right up to the owner. “Hi Amanda, how are today”. “Can’t complain, I’m selling lots of boots because of the cold weather. You must see the new designs I have just got in”. “I would love to see them. By the way who’s your new helper”. “Oh you mean Sandy. She’s on work experience. She’s a nice girl. Very cleaver and she love’s boots”. “So she will fit in here well then”. “So Lucky how are you? You seem very quite today. Afraid Angel’s going to spend all your money”? I was about to reply when Angel asked to have a quiet word in the back with Amanda. “Yer OK” Replied a puzzled Amanda. “Slave wait for me here” Whispered Angel I waited for what seemed like ages. Every so often I looked up to see the work experience girl smiling at me. She was cute about 16. Brown hair. Not very tall. Dressed well in a black tight top that was cut low but not sultry looking. A black skirt that almost touched her knees and long black leather knee boots with platform heels. She looked like the type to brake a million hearts. But not in a nasty way. Eventually Angel came out of the back room with a smiling Amanda. Amanda had changed the long skirt she had on when we came in and replaced it with a very short black leather skirt. She had also removed her black court shoes and put on some black leather thigh boots with 6-inch heels. When I looked at her I almost fainted. I could tell by the way she was dressed at looked at me Angel had told her. Angel and Amanda walked right up to me. Amanda just starred at me in a way that made me nervous. “Sandy can you lock the door then come over here please”. “Yer OK” Sandy came over and looked at the way Amanda was dressed in interest. “Are those thigh boots” “Yes they are. But I like to call them Bitch boots”. Amanda smiled at me. I looked down at her boots. “Do you remember yesterday Sandy, was telling you about some men, That have a boot fetish?” “I remember, I think it’s funny. Aren’t men sad.” Amanda smiled at Angel. Angel then nodded her head towards Amanda. “Watch this Sandy. Slave see my black leather thigh high boots?” “Yes Mistress” “Well I want you to get down on your knees and lick them clean”. I got down on my knees and Sandy began to clap slightly and laugh. “Just before you start slave listen well to me. I want you to slowly lick clean every single part of my black leather thigh boots. Then I want you to kiss them too. After that you can clean the soles and then suck hard and clean all 6 inches of my heels. OK?” “Yes Mistress, thank you.” “Now lick them clean slave”. I began to clean her leather boots. I licked every part lovingly the leather was real soft and the smell was very erotic. As I cleaned her soles I became very hard. “Now suck all 6 inches of my heels”. When I had cleaned and sucked both her boots clean I was made to stand up. Sandy looked straight towards the bulge in my trousers and giggled. “Sandy would you mind being a dear and looking after Angel’s slave while we go for a coffee?” “No I don’t mind at all”. “Good we shouldn’t be any longer than one hour”. I watched Angel leave with Amanda then I turned back to see a grinning teen age girl looking at me. “Slave lock the front door, then come over here.” “Yes Mistress”. As I walked to her I kept thinking about what she had just seen me do. “Now I want a good look at you take your top off and your trousers.” I did what she said. “Looks like licking clean Amanda’s leather boots turned you on a lot slave. I think I will have to help out that bulge in your boxers”. Sandy lent over and grabbed my hard cock through my boxers; she slowly released it through the gap at the front. I groaned out loud. Sandy tightened her grip around it and started to pull me off. “So slave do you like licking clean ladies leather boots”. “Yes I groaned”. “When you came in you looked at me in my black leather platform knee boots didn’t you slave?” “Yes again I replied.” “Amanda told me that men with a boot fetish might as well be called your slave. Because they will do any thing just to lick your boots. So boot slave did you think about cleaning my boots when you looked at me?” “Yes Mistress I did think about licking clean your platform knee boots, when I was looking at you.” “Good boot slave. The problem is there not dirty, so there is little point in you licking them. Wait a min, now if you on them with all your sticky hot you could always lick that off. Would you like to do that my little boot slave?” “Yes Mistress.” Sandy stopped and moved over to a chair, as she sat down she called me over to kneel before her boots. She then commanded me to pull my self off over her boots. As I pulled she just kept saying “harder harder slave” As I came onto her boots she sighed out loud. Then she looked at her boots covered with my white . “Slave put your cock away and lick your mess off my boots. As I bent over I could smell the mix of and leather. I started by licking the front of her platform I looked up she smiled down at me. Then she commanded me to scoop up some of my in my mouth from her boots and show her. I did this, which made her sigh again. As I returned to licking her boots I noticed her hand slip under and up her skirt. She moved her legs apart a little. As I licked her boots harder I could hear here pleasing her self. Her boots were now clean she felt me move away for her inspection but she was enjoying her self too much to bother. Instead she simply lifted one leg and I began to clean her platform sole. As I licked I could clearly see her pleasing her self. I was amazed to see how wet she was. When I pulled away she lifted the other sole and pushed it into my face. As I licked I could taste the dirt of outside. But I didn’t care, as I licked around the side of the platform boot heel, she looked at me. She was very close to orgasm. Then her body rocked with the force of a young inexperienced but enjoyed orgasm. Her sighs and still deep breathing were evidence of her pleasure. She smiled down at me. The warm after glow of sexual energy that we both felt rapidly departed with a knock at the door. “Go open the door slave while I sort my self out”. I stood up on shaky legs and walked over to the door on way I turned round to see the incredibly kinky Sandy straighten her short skirt. The sound of the door been knocked again brought me back to my senses. I opened the door to be greeted by Amanda and Angel pushing through. “When you see me slave you should get on your knees and greet me with a kiss on my boots, Now get down and lick um”. As I got down I could here them all laughing at me. As I got near to Angel’s boots I could smell dog mess coming from under the soles. “There’s good little slave doing what he’s told, by the way little slave’y I walked in some dog poo poo on the way back especially for you. You can lick that off now”. Angel lifted one of her soles and placed it on top of my mouth. “Lick” I opened my mouth and placed my tongue on her sole. The taste of dog shit, mud and little stones filled my mouth I felt sick but still carried on. Amanda and sandy bent down a little to watch closer me licking the shit from Angels boot. “He is a completely broken man isn’t he?” “Yes, just as a slave should be. Now lick my other sole slave.” “So Sandy what did you and slave get up to while Angel and I were out. Be honest we want to know.” Sandy looked at Amanda a little embarrassed. “I, I made him lick my boots.” “Is that all Sandy, Amanda thought you might have found a good way to humiliate my little slave. I don’t mind just say what you did.” “It’s just I feel a bit strange telling you what we got up to, you are his girlfriend after all?” “Not any more Sandy” I looked up at Angel what was she saying? “He is now my slave, I am his Mistress. He will do what ever I tell him. And yes once he was my Man. But for a long time I have seen him for what he really is. A Sad little no good male that needs to be used and abused to please me. Now I don’t mind, but I do want to know what you made him do for you. OK.” Angel smiled at Sandy. Sandy could feel the warmth in her look she trusted her. “OK, I made him strip for me.” Amanda smiled “Go on” “Then I made him get his dick hard and pull off over my boots.” “Did he ?” You could tell Amanda was getting into this. “Yes all over my boots.” Angel and Amanda both looked down at Sandy’s black leather platform boots. “Did he much, it’s just they don’t look that dirty. In fact they look almost polished?” “I made him lick his off them. You don’t mind do you?” Sandy’s pleading soon subsided with Angel beginning to laugh. “You made him pull off over your boots, then made him lick his off them? You know what I like this girl Amanda”. “I thought you would. I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind seeing him lick his off some boots. What do you think Angel?” “I don’t mind at all, slave get me some boots from the back like Amanda’s size 5 then bring them over to me”. “Yes Mistress”. As I walked to the back room I heard them giggling and congratulating Sandy on been a natural Mistress. As I entered the dark back room I was greeted by hundreds of boxes. One side stored shoes the other side-stored boots. It was easy to find the thigh boots because of the organizing set out that started with ankle boots at one end and thigh boots at the other. In between had calf boots and knee high boots in styles of practical to fashion. I choose the black leather thigh high boots with 6 inch heels. That looked like Amanda’s. As I lifted them out of their box I couldn’t help but feel how soft the leather felt to the touch. I also couldn’t help notice the price of £400 for them. “slave, stop pulling your cock over all of my boots back there and hurry up”. Amanda’s domineering voice drifted in to the back room making me tidy up and run back to them. “Ah look at him running Amanda, how desperate he must be to lick his off my new boots. Isn’t that sweet?” I handed the thigh high black leather boots to my Mistress Angel, then got on my knees in front of them. “And what am I going to do with these, slave?” “Put them on so I can on them, then lick them clean Mistress.” Amanda moved forwards fast towards me placing her left boot in to my groin. The pain shot around my body, making me feel weak. I was breakable. Stumbling I pleaded for her to lift her bitch boot and take away my surprised pain. I looked up and caught Sandy’s face from my watery view. She smiled at me then laughed. “I don’t know about you girls, but I didn’t feel any kiss’s on my boots when he got back. And how exactly are you going to lick your Mistress boots clean when they are in her hands. You should have asked to put them on her wonderful for her. Also we all should have heard you thank us as you got down on to your knees. Some men would give up so much to be were you are slave, show some respect.” Amanda lifted her boot and placed the tip of the pointed toe to my mouth, I opened up and she pushed in side as far as she could. I looked up in sorrow as I sucked hungrily on her leather boot. My tongue licking feverishly followed as Amanda pulled her boot out. “You will learn slave.” “Sorry Mistress Amanda, Sorry Mistress Angel, Sorry Sandy.” Sandy kicked me in my chest. “Mistress Sandy to you”. “Sorry Mistress Sandy.” I trembled. I quickly kissed all of their boots with a passion. For such a young girl Sandy could hurt you with surprising force. Angel walked over to the trying on seating area and sat down, still holding her new boots. I followed on my knees. Which were starting to hurt now. I lifted my hands and begged to put her boots on to her beautiful . Angel handed me the boots and placed her original booted leg into my lap. I unzipped her white high-heeled leather knee boot, and slid her out. I kissed her warm sweaty and inhaled the wonderful smell. Angel pointed her up so her sole faced me. I pushed my tongue out and licked from her heel to the underside of her toe. I could taste the salt and traces of leather, mixed with a nice smell. I could also see Angel’s enjoyment, with quick, cheeky stolen glances up her knee length skirt. I’m still a man. Angel bent her back and offered me her toes; I took them fast in to my mouth, savoring every one. Angel bent back slightly and let out a sigh. I repeated this with her other white leather boot. Amanda and Sandy were quiet, just happy to watch this loving act that a slave can perform willingly for his wonderful Mistress. Angel placed both in to my lap resting against my hardening bulge. I opened up one of the thigh boots and helped Angel guide her slender perfectly manicured into the wonderfully sexy black boot. I zipped it up and over her thigh gently. She placed her booted back on to my growing hardness. The feel of perfectly designed boot heel resting against my balls and gentle force pushing on my cock made me lose were I was. With my sigh she pushed down. The pain brought me back. “Not yet slave you still have my other to prepare”. Angel whispered in a seductive tone. Amanda told me to hurry up, Sandy giggled. I looked up into Angel’s warm face my hold was broken by the sight of her licking her full red lips. In a sultry fashion. I longed to over them again. A feeling I excepted I wouldn’t get to enjoy again. I placed her other in to the expensive boot. Noticing how well the toe area tapered to a thin slender black leather point. The sides of the boots raised gently to a wonderful mass of black leather that begged to be licked by any one that witnessed. The arch was elevated in contrast quite dramatically to a thin black 6-inch heel that could hurt any one it came in contact with. I slowly took in what I was witnessing; the sight made me feel very weak with sexual arousal. She stood up; Angel was still wearing her white business suit. Designer white knee length skirt and matching white jacket. The boots rode high up in to the skirt so you couldn’t see the tops of them. The contrast between the white and black was amazing. It was a look of pure power that nearly sent me to the floor crashing in faint, from the over exposure to this pure sexual sight. Angel smiled down on me. “Do you like, slave?” “Yes” was all I managed to mumble, before I lunged my wanting tongue at her very sexy and corrupting boots. Eagerly I licked tasting leather after leather. Sucking and kissing my stood up Mistress leather booted , I was in paradise. “Look at him go, the little boot licking slave really seems to be enjoying him self, I think I must get a pair of thigh boots. Do you think they will entrap my boy friend and make him my slave?” Amanda looked at Sandy happy with what she had just asked. These last 2 hours had taught her how to handle men and you could tell she liked it. Her boyfriend of present and the hundreds that follow will be in trouble at the hands of this growing Mistress. “Not all men like boots unfortunately, but you can spot the ones that do quite easily. For a bit Sandy, wear boots every where. Any man that you see, check their glances. If their eyes linger on your boots for a second or more you more than likely stumbled upon a potential bootlicking slave. I always find that sitting on a train is always a good place to wheel in a catch. Trust me you can find slaves very fast.” “Do you like the taste of my leather boots, slave?” “Yes, very much Mistress” Sandy and Amanda stopped talking and looked at me ready for the show. “Slave get your cock out and hold it over my boot shaft.” “Thank you Mistress.” “Now slave jerk off slowly over my black leather thigh boots.” Angel moved her right boot pushing it between my legs and under my balls. She lifted slightly the front of her boot causing slight pressure upon the underside of my balls. A rush of sexual tension cascaded through my body. I sped up my hand movement. Making me buck slightly. “Not yet slave, slow down.” “He looks desperate to over your boots Angel.” “He is but I’m not ready yet, come and sit next to me Amanda, Sandy can you see alright?” Sandy moved forwards a little and crouched around the side right next to were slave was performing. “Yeah I can see fine now.” “Right Amanda. I think slave should on both of our boots together then he can lick clean both of our boots in one go. What do you think?” “Good with me.” Amanda pushed her boot forwards moving my left knee apart more. She placed it next to Angel’s boot. The sound of my jerking off and leather rubbing together, was becoming too much for me. I felt my cock harden more and Angel applied more pressure to the underside of my balls. Amanda moved her free boot over and on to my left leg, the heel caused slight pain but I was so close now, to care. She gently rubbed on top of my balls with her boot tip sole. “Slow down slave, not yet. I want to here you say that Women are the superiors and that your role in life is now to grovel and serve you superiors in any way they chose of you. Say it slave.” I trembled out “Women are my superiors,” I breathed in hard “And my new role is to serve them and grovel before them, thank you Mistress.” “Well that was close. Now I want you to over my boots and Amanda’s and I want them covered in your warm sticky white salty , NOW .” I sped up I could feel my rise. I quickly looked at Sandy I noticed perspiration glistening on her brow. She smiled. I turned to Amanda, my back arched. “On my leather boot shaft as well slave.” Amanda pressed down on to my balls. Faster I pumped my body now in auto drive. I turned to my Mistress, Angel. I felt my ready to explode. “You are going to lick your off our boots, slave. NOW !” My cock exploded all of its hot sticky captured continence, the force surprised me. I shut my eyes as my back arched. I could feel my pump out and out over both their leather boots. My mind cleared with my expelled seed, return soon to the sound of laughter, Sandy’s laughter. I looked up at her; she stopped and stuck out her tongue mockingly, mimicking a licking up action. I looked at Sandy’s and Amanda’s boots; both were splashed all over in my white . “He does shoot a large amount doesn’t he?” Angel said to Amanda with out moving her sight from my spent cock, her boot shaft and my . “He does shoot a big load, but that’s really good. Means more for slave to lick up and eat.” Amanda looked up from her splattered to my tired looking face. She placed her tongue out and mimicked a licking up action mockingly just like Sandy had. “ You know what I learnt today?” “What?” Amanda looked too sandy. “I learnt that I really do love seeing a man, eat his own in front of me.” Sandy’s voice drifted off into a slight giggle, but not this time from her inexperienced youth. Now it was from experienced enjoyment. Angel broke the silence that followed, by commanding me to lick off my that had started to run by now. I bent and began cleaning both their boots with my tongue. Enjoying the mixed aroma of my salty and their new leather. The softness of the leather, of their boots felt pleasant to my now worn tongue. Sandy’s platform boots were made of hard leather that hardly bent to the touch. But Angel’s and Amanda’s were so soft that you could feel the leather move with each loving stroke. “You can tell he enjoys cleaning our boots because, you can feel his tongue working through the leather. Slave take your time licking your off our boots, we want you to enjoy the taste.” Angel was getting very dominant fast. “Slave I want to see you scoop up a large amount of with your fingers, do it now.” I stopped licking and placed my hand on Amanda’s boot, I found a large area still not licked that was coated and scooped up a large amount. “Good now bring it up here so I can see and smell you’re . You don’t mind me stopping him for a few seconds do you Angel?” “No, Why do you want to taste his ?” “Not quite what I had in mind.” I lifted my hand to show Amanda, she looked at it for a few seconds then made me show scooped contents to Sandy. Embarrassingly I moved my hand over for her to see. “Good, now slave I want you to tell us all, what a good little swallowing whore that you have become. Then beg to be aloud to lick clean your hand. ” I have become a good little licking whore, please Mistress Amanda, Mistress Sandy and Mistress Angel let me lick my off my hand.” Kneeling down, looking up to them, with my hand held out, covered in my . I was greeted by cold faces. “You may suck your fingers clean, now.” I placed my fingers in my mouth and sucked, I felt stupid, small and hurt. I was been used as a tool, to mend all the hurt men had inflicted on these women. When I had finished sucking my fingers in front of them I continued to clean their boots. When I had finished I pulled back, but kept my head down in shame. Amanda and Angel inspected their boots. “Not bad my slave. Stand up, clean your self up and wait for me by the cash till.” I wanted to get out so fast that I nearly ran to the till. I looked back all three of them were joking and talking about me. Angel looked right up at me a smiled. The warmth from her glow slightly elevated my broken spirit. She stood up and walked over to me. She pressed up against me; I could feel her chest in my back. I could feel her warm hand press round and clasp lightly around my waist, her breath warm but sweet on my cheek. I fell in love again. “I’m going to the car, pay for my boots then join me.” With that she walked out, my gaze lingered after her. “That will be £400, slave.” Amanda was behind the till. She was grinning at me, I turned round Sandy was by my side. I handed my credit card over. “Considering how in debt you are slave I thought you would have cut these up? But then, the more in debt you get, the longer you will be Angels, so keep using them. It’s for the best” Sandy wrapped up Angel’s boots and placed them in a small designer bag. “Sandy grab your coat it’s locking up time any way, we can both escort slave out.” Sandy handed me the bag and I waited while she grabbed her coat. Amanda sat down and made me pull off her boots and place them back in the back room. Then she made me put her court shoes back on. With that she stood and walked Sandy and me to the door. Amanda turned and looked up at me. “Kiss my shoes and Sandy’s boots good bye, slave.” I bent down and kissed with passion Amanda’s black court shoes and Sandy’s black platform boots. I looked up. “You are a better slave then you were as a partner, Angel is now lucky. You can go slave.” I was relived to see Angel’s car; I felt like collapsing, sleep was all that filled my thoughts. As I sat down I heard Angel speak softly to me, but to be honest I didn’t hear her. Soon we arrived home. I don’t remember opening Angel’s door or carrying her into the house. Sleep soon recaptured my body and mind. I woke. I felt for Angel, she had gone. I lifted my groggy head and looked around. No sign of her. I called out, but no reply. Good. I got up and walked in to the bathroom. The surprise waiting for me in the bathroom woke me, fast. Morning slave. Good to see you finally got up. Today I want you to wash, tidy the house, prepare what food your cooking for me tonight, get my new boots out of my car and don’t touch your dick or jerk off. P.S. I’m working late so when you have prepared and cooked my food, bring it to me at work for 9pm. And clean this mirror. The message was spread right across the mirror in bright red lipstick, at the bottom she had signed it with a kiss. Shit, it would take me hours to clean. I went down stairs, to fetch something to scrub the message off. On the way to the kitchen I noticed muddy footprints on the floor Angel’s mine and was that a third print, who’s was that? Small a lady’s print. So what 1st the mirror or the prints. Soon it would be decided for me. I turned into the dinning room. Through the frosted glass in to the kitchen I could see a figure sitting down. I burst in “What the, what are you doing here?” “Is that any way to treat your Mother in law, Lucky. Morning.” “Sorry I was just surprised. Any way how are you?” “I’m good Lucky, in fact I’m very good, Angel explained her new arrangement between you and her yesterday, and to be honest I was a little shocked. Just like I imagine you were. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought good on you girl. Angel phoned last night while you were asleep and told me every thing that happened yesterday.” Everything” “Yes Lucky everything, Daughters don’t keep secrets from their Mothers you know. Any way it sounded like so much fun seeing you degrade your self, I just wanted to see for my self. So were are Angel’s new boots?” I went bright red with embarrassment. “Why are you embarrassed little lucky, sounds like you had so much fun in Amanda’s wonderful shoe shop. Amanda, a friend of mine as well, also phoned last night, she was filled with such good reviews of you. Now get Angel’s boots from her car.” “Yes, Mistress.” That was all I need Angel’s mum never really liked me. To be fair, recently I did let my self-go. Angel’s mum or Jane to her friends, was a tall, blonde thin lady with a well kept athletic body considering her giving birth to four children? Angel being the eldest. She dressed well; today opting for a black long gracefully flowing skirt, white tight knitted jumper that showed her ample chest off. Black leather gloves and slight platform leather boots to match. She dressed younger than maybe she should but she pulled it off well. Angel’s car, by the way up in till yesterday was my black sleek sports car. That would cost the normal person two years salary, I brought it a couple of years ago to the delight of Angel and my friends. Angel’s car before deciding that mine was also now hers, was a sensible 5 door boring run about town type of car. I unlocked the door and lent inside to fetch the boots. I lifted them out and locked up. “What’s taking so long” Jane was getting impatient. I rushed back in to the kitchen. “So let me look at them” Jane was still seated at the kitchen table sipping from a hot looking coffee. I unwrapped the box and pulled out the thigh boots. The leather was so soft to the touch. “Ah they look domineering don’t they? A bit slut looking for me but I bet men would just fall at the of any lady wearing them. Pass them to me.” Jane lent forwards and felt the leather, I could tell she was impressed by the soft feel. She snatched them and inspected closely. “Great stitching on them you can tell they’re expensive.” She pulled them closer to her face and inhaled the leather aroma. “The smell of leather has always had an effect on me. |