I pulled my boxers down. “Don’t worry I have seen it all before.” Jane
leaned forwards and inspected my cock. She wrapped her hand around my
flaccid pole and laughed. Then she grabbed my balls in her free leather
gloved hand and the cold made me jump a little. I looked down. I could see
sticking out of the bottom of her skirt two nicely rounded black leather
platform boots. “Ah you are looking at my boots, I see. Tell me do you want
to see them properly?” “Yes Mistress I would like to look at your boots.”

Jane released my balls with her one hand the other stayed locked around my
now slightly hardening cock. She lifted her skirt slightly. “Look at those
plat form boots, do you see the chunky heel?” “Yes Mistress.” She pulled my
four skin back and ran a finger over my head. I jolted with pleasure. She
pulled up her skirt higher. “Look at my wonderful legs enclosed by the black
leather shafts of my kinky boots. Imagine your tongue running along that
expanse of leather.” I looked down in amazement I could see her boots
clearly now. Black leather crinkle boots with high platform soles and chunky
4 inch heels. “Tell me what you want to do to my boots, slave.” My cock had
now hardened fully in her hand. “I would love to get on my knees Mistress,
and lick and lick you’re wonderfully kinky black leather platform boots.” I
was pleading;

I didn’t care any more. Jane pulled me forwards; my cock was
inches from her mouth. She looked down at it, the hardness twitched, begging
to be sucked her tongue came out and licked right across my uncovered four
skinned head. I groaned loudly and my knees bent slightly. “Keep telling me
about licking clean my boots slave.” She tuck my very hard cock whole in to
her mouth, she could deep throat. “ I want to lick your black,” She was
great at giving head. “Leather boots, I mean platform leather boots, Ah” I
groaned, Jane was looking up at me, I couldn’t take much more of this. She
pulled my cock slowly out of her hot great giving mouth, a line of warm pre
cum stretched from her red moist lips to my cock. She licked it free. “Carry
on slave telling me about you worshipping my lovely boots” She greedily
sucked me back in to her mouth. I felt faint but great. “I want my tongue
around your leather boot shafts licking them clean. I want to lick your
chunky platform high heels, I want to lick them all day and all night.” I
could feel her tongue pressing against the underside of my cock in her
mouth. She sped up sucking and sucking. I looked in to her blue eyes. I felt
the rise; I was about to shoot. The hand that was holding her skirt shot up
to my but. I felt her finger find then push against my hole. She inserted
her finger while still sucking. “I want to lick, lick your leather boots,
platforms, Ah, Ah, I want to taste the leather, I’m going to cum.”

The built up tension spilled over in to her excepting mouth. She pulled me
cock out, a few last spurts of sticky cum shoot on to her pretty face. She
smiled up at me, my cum glistened on her cheek and lips. “Slave look at my
boots.” She lifted her skirt once again and I was greeted by the expanse of
her footwear. Jane pulled her finger out of my anus. She pushed me back. And
lent forwards. Looking over and down at her boots. She pulled the skirt up
and over her knee. Then pulled both boots tight, up on her shapely legs. The
crinkles tightened and I could see that the black leather, finished just
below her thighs. Then she dribbled what was in her mouth, and on to her now
tightened leather boots. Then she let go of her tightened boots and they
went back to the crinkle affect around her ankles and knees. I looked down
in shock, I could see my cum and her spit mixed together in the groves of
the crinkles, toe and platform area. “Whoops look what I have done, slave my
boots are now dirty, you better clean them, ha.” “Yes Mistress.”

I got down on to my knees, and smelt, what was beginning to smell normal to
me. Leather and cum. “Before you start licking, don’t you think you should
thank me, and I think you should beg a little, to lick such kinky boots?”
I looked up and into her warm face.

“I’m sorry Mistress, Thank you for pleasing me. Can I please lick your
wonderful black lovely leather sexy platform kinky boots? I really want to
kiss and lick them.”

“Grovel a bit slave.”
“Please let me, I really want to lick your boots, please I need to lick your
boots. I will do any thing for you Mistress, please I beg, let me lick your
wonderful sexy kinky platform boots.”

“Very good slave. Lick um.”

I licked like there was no tomorrow, the leather tasted wonderful. I started
with her toe area. My cum and her spit didn’t even slow me, I just gobbled
up all with every long hard worshiping lick. “Lick here slave, like there,
get that cum off, come on I want them spotless, lick harder I want to feel
your tongue.” Mistress Jane seemed to enjoy guideing me. “Lick my boot
shafts now, don’t touch my boots with your hand, slave. Just use your
tongue. Get that cum out of the groves, lick harder, faster.” She was really
working me. This was revenge for me telling Angel that her mother was bitch,
one day in an argument Angel and I had about nothing. I knew she told Jane.
Because we didn’t see her for four weeks after that. And when we did she
hardly spoke a word to me.

Whack! I felt pain. She had slapped me right across my bottom. “Lick my
boots harder, slave. Get that cum off.” Whack! I felt the second sting fly
right across my backside. I licked harder very quickly. “That’s it slave,
lick or else I will hit you again.” I licked her boots from the top to
bottom then I licked the platform heels and her soles. Jane stuck a boot in
to my chest and pushed me away. I fell back. “Let me inspect my boots,
slave. Not bad, but I will make you a better boot polisher. So thank me.”
“Thank you Mistress, for letting me lick your wonderful platform boots
clean. And for teaching me how to lick superior Women’s boots.”
“I haven’t taught you yet, but I will, you boot licking little slut.”
“Thank you,”

“Now stand up” I stood, Jane stood up as well, her skirt fell back over her
leg covering most of her clean boots. She pulled me close to her and held
me. “Now lick my finger clean.” I placed her finger in my mouth and tasted
for the 1st time my shit. “Suck it like a good slut, slave.” I sucked her
finger in and out of my mouth, licking it clean. “Stop, good slave.” She
pulled it out and moved her now cleaned hand on to my fleeced cock. Jane
looked in to my eyes “Angel said that you were now just her sex toy. What do
you think about that slave?”

I was hurt and didn’t know what to say. “She also says that she is toying
with the idea of pimping you out. I told her that it’s a great idea. And
that I would help. I know loads of ladies that would pay to humiliate and
use you. You still have an OK body, which we can tone a little. Gym for you
now once a week I think. In fact that gives me an idea, I want some one to
meet you. Don’t stress I will get her to come over here so you will still
have time to do your chores. Go do them now, slave.” I walked out not saying
a word. Don’t speak if you have nothing nice to say I was always taught. And
this was one of those times. As I searched the kitchen draws trying to
locate something to scrub the mirror with I over heard a bit of conversation
Jane was having on the phone. “You know you were joking the other day about
needing a slave, well.” I didn’t want to hear any more. I found a scrubbing
pad and went up stairs to scrub the mirror.

As I cleaned the mirror I began
to drift away with thoughts of warm late sunny lazy days, walking hand in
hand with Angel. We were happy, especially me. There is always one in a
relationship that is more in love/need than the other. I was the one more in
love. Angel is the most attractive person I know, and she was friendly. But
now I am just her toy to trade and sell. My thought had turned bad. The
sound of the doorbell braking my concentration was a needed escape.
“Come in, how are you?” Drifted up stairs, I didn’t recognize Jane’s guest
voice. But I knew it would be some one I would rather not meet. “He’s
upstairs, I warn you know he’s naked.” Her guest laughed. I heard foot
steps, the sound of heels clicking on the wood floors, Then the stairs. Then
the hall. Then me.

“Get on your knees slave, head down.” I didn’t have time to see Jane’s
guest. “Angel’s boyfriend?” Her puzzled voice sounded soft. “He owes Angel
loads of money, so they came to this agreement. Look at him no longer as
Angel’s boyfriend, now he’s her slave. And he will be until he can pay off
his debt to her.” “Seems a little strange to me?” “And me to, but what a fun
way to pay off his debt, for all of us.” I was looking down at the floor all
I could see of Jane’s guest was her boots. Gray leather ankle boots with a
buckle around the top. Nice conservative styled fashion boots. The long
slender sculpted heels were about 4 inches in height.

“Slave kiss my friends boots.” “What?” Jane’s guest was surprised by this
command. I wanted to kiss them, so I bent forwards fast before she changed
her mind. The leather felt quite hard and I could see some splashes of mud
on the sides and around the heels but it felt good to kiss her boots.
“Why does he do that?” “He will do what ever you tell him to do, try!”
“Kiss my boots again slave.” I was still bent over, hoping I would get the
chance to kiss them again.

This time I used more emotion. I kissed the toe
fronts, right on the slight point then I kissed the sides pressing hard so
she could feel my kiss. “That feels quite nice, doesn’t it?” “Yes it does
feel good having a man grovel at your boots. Your boots look a little dirty;
it’s hard keeping them clean especially with our weather, slave lick my
friends boots clean while we talk.” I started to lick the gray leather; I
could feel her push her toes hard against her boots so she could to feel my
tongue working better. As I licked I could here them discussing prices for
loan of me. “For 1 day we will let you have him cheap and if it’s for a
interesting reason we might let you have him even cheaper.

What have you inmind?” “I was thinking about having a

coffee morning, just a few closefriends over,

I think he could be a good talking point.” “I see well for
that kind of function we could let you have him free as a demo model, it
could bring in more work for him you see. Would you want him wearing a
costume of any kind?” I licked around her boots to her heels, which I licked
up and down. “Lift your one boot up and place your heel in his mouth, he can
suck them clean then.” I felt her leg raise and position her heel over my
mouth. I sucked it in fast, sucking on it in a sexual fashion. I could see
Jane watching me perform this act; I still couldn’t see her guest face. She
pulled her heel out then replaced it with the other one. “Good little heel
sucker.” “Were happy with him, he also cleans and does any job needed around
the house, we would like it if you used him and thought of him as little
more than a slave.”

“I think I could grow to like this, will you ever sell
him?” “Not yet but Angel may want to one day.” She pulled her heel out and
placed it back on the floor next to her other boot. “Slave carry on licking
clean her boots.” “Will he perform sexual acts, not for me you have to
understand, but incase my guests at my coffee morning get carried away.” “He
is your slave to do what ever you like with, apart from kill him that is.”
“Have you used him in a sexual manner?” “ Lets just say he ate his cum for
me today.” Both women laughed for some time about this. “Are my boots clean
yet slave?” “Yes Mistress.” I had licked all of the mud and dirt away along
time ago I was just licking now for my own enjoyment. “Slave get a Glass and
join us in the lounge.”

“Yes Mistress” there was only one clean glass, which
reminded me I was to do the washing before I went to meet Angel tonight.
There was still plenty of time. As I walked into the lounge I could see
Jane’s friend, A short bodied, brown haired, middle class housewife type.
That voted conservative but knew nothing of politics apart from what her
neighbor’s views. Wealthy husband that spent most of his days working to
afford her life style and the rest of his time playing golf. She was of a
dyeing breed in this country. Her clothes were by an expensive designer. But
wouldn’t win any awards. Black trousers complemented by a black simple
jumper. A gold chain hanging around her neck was the only flashy show of
wealth. Her skin was clear and white hiding her years well. She was
attractive in a plain way. I was surprised by the look of interest from her
towards me. I thought she would have been offended by the sordid conduct
that I had to offer.

Here I was been bargained off in a slave auction.
“Slave come forwards and get on your knees in front of us.” I got down and
presented myself I was exposed to these two Ladies. I felt unprotected and
small. “Get your self hard slave, our guest has to inspect her product.” I
touched my limp pole with my hand, holding it would normally feel great but
under these conditions it felt humiliating. Luckily for me I felt a slight
rise, I looked at Mistress Jane’s boots, the black leather looked so kinky,
soon I was hardening. “Why does he stare at your boots?” “He has a boot
fetish, it helps him to get aroused very fast.” “So when he was licking my
boots he got turned on?” “Yes.” “Interesting, I think I might make it
compulsory for all my lady’s to wear boots to my coffee morning then,
imagine his arousal in front of seven booted women.” “Now that could be
interesting.”

I didn’t Like the sound of this, When I was in the boot shop three Women had
managed to all most knock me out from over exertion. Imagine what seven
would do to me, I knew I was in for a hard week. “Your cock looks hard now,
stand up slave and show our guest your product.” I stood up and moved
forward, Jane’s friend looked right at my hard cock, it twitched with
growing desire. Right in front of her face. I wished I wasn’t turned on. My
body had let me down. “Can I touch it?” “Feel free, do what ever you want
with him.” She lent forward and gently stroked my shaft, I groaned. Then she
locked her fingers tightly around it moving her hand in a back wards and
forwards motion. Her image was one of innocence but her hand experience
proved differently. Soon I was beginning to buck; my increased groaning was
sign of my coming orgasm. She let go “I don’t want him to cum on my
clothes.” “I understand, slave get back on your knees, good, hold your cock,
keep it very hard, now jerk it off for us.”

There I was, on the floor with two women looking down at me, cock in hand.
“Are you ready to cum yet slave.” “Nearly Mistress.” I felt the rise back in
Jane’s friend’s hand, but I had tried to put it off. But again, the feelings
had arisen. My back arched, I groaned, my hand sped up. I looked up. Both
were just looking at my cock been pumped backwards and forwards. “Shoot in
to the glass, slave.” The pressure was too much, again my eruption crashing
upwards released all it’s goods in to the glass. I kept pulling trying to
release the last spurts.

“Stop slave and pass me the glass.” I wasn’t quite
finished, but both seemed happy with my demonstration. I handed the quarter
filled glass up to Jane. She held it up to the light so she and her guest
could see its contents clearly. “He shoots a lot don’t you think?” “Yes, can
I have a closer look?” Jane handed her the glass; she held it up again to
the light, “Looks very clear and white.” Mimicking the actions of a wine
taster she smelt what was in side the glass. “A good year I feel.” Both
laughed. I just stayed on my knees looking down waiting for my next task.
“Hand it back to slave now.” She passed me the glass and smiled at me
warmly. I held it, nervously, releasing what I was going to have to do with
the glass. “Slave drink half of the cum.” I slowly moved the glass up to my
mouth, “Come on we haven’t got all day slave.” Jane’s guest was transfixed
by my actions. Her smile didn’t make me feel any better. The warm cum
dripped in to my mouth. I swallowed, and then I had second swig of the runny
salt liquid. It made me heave a little.

“Swallow it. Right good, now pour
the rest on to my boots and our guest if she doesn’t mind, do you.” “Will he
lick it all off?” “Yes, there will be no staining if that’s what you mean,
in fact it gives your boots a good shine, after he has licked it off.”
“Pour away than slave.” Both women stuck their boots out and placed them
together side by side in front of me. I pored the cum right over the boot
shafts covering both of there boots. Jane and her guest looked down, both it
seemed found this to be a funny sight. “ Lick our guests boots clean 1st,
slave.” I bent and licked really hard. Her boot shaft had that arousing
taste of sexual cum and expensive leather.

Every so often she moved her
boots, to get a better view of my tongue on her leather. You could tell she
was starting to enjoy this demonstration of female power domineering over
the weaker male species. She lifted her boot up; I slid underneath, with my
mouth under her heel she slid it in, moving it up and down in a proactive
fashion. I could see her face from this angle. She was enjoying her self.
She pulled her boot heel out only to replace it with the other. I sucked
until she was content. Then I licked the cum from Mistress Jane’s boots for
the second time that day. I had to admit the sight of Jane’s black leather
platform boots did really turn me on. When I was finished Jane and her guest
stood up. Jane walked her to the door and they said their pleasantries to
each other. Jane then arranged the time and date for me to be loaned out to
her. I stayed on my knees were I was left still naked. The door shut and
Mistress Jane’s heels clunked away on the floor towards me. “What are you
doing slave, you still have chores to do. Finish cleaning, Then start on
Angel’s dinner. Now move.”

I was glad to get away from Mistress Jane for a bit; doing my chores wasn’t
that bad it gave me time to think. Not that I had much energy left for
thoughts. What I had just done in front of Mistress Jane and her guest was
unbelievable. Humans live to rules. This is what keeps the fragile society
we call life going. Neither of them would have dreamed of doing what they
had made me do, to lets say their husbands. But because I have now been
placed out side of their society. They felt safe to use me for any thing. (A
note to all reading. Watch out.) After cleaning, washing, dressing and
hovering I was ready to cook. Now I can’t cook, any thing longer than 4
minutes in a microwave is too much for me. But here I am again trying
something new.

I open a cookbook, Roast chicken, vegetables. Open up chicken take out bits
wash in side, cut wash and steam vegetables. Have to bake for, sod this.
Pizza, 15 min over phone ready. The sound of her boot heels clicking. Won’t
she leave me alone for just 5minutes?

“I see that you have managed to clean off that wonderful message my daughter
left for you, your house work needs a bit of practice, but not bad. Cooking
time!” “I have decided to order pizza.” “You don’t decide any thing, slave.
Ask me if you can order pizza?” “Please Mistress can I order Pizza for
Angel, my cooking is so bad and I don’t want to insult her with some burnt
offering.” “OK, after all the pizza will stick you more into Angels debt.
You are going to be her slave for a long time.”

“Thank you Mistress.” I phoned for Pizza, extra large bacon and chicken,
with side order of wings, bottle of coke and the classic cookie dough and
cream ice cream. £17 latter adds at least another 6 hours to my slave role.
But worth it. “So that’s Angels food sorted what are you going to eat. How
about dog food?” I don’t think a slave should ever disrespect their
Mistress. But how close really was now. “Kiss my boots. Now!” I bent down
fast and kissed each boot. “Do it like you mean it slave!” I was surprised.
I kissed harder. “I can read you like a book, slave, I knew what you were
thinking. How dare you think about me in a bad way! We own your body and
mind.

You will be grateful for what ever you’re told, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”
“Yes Mistress, sorry.” I mumbled in between licks of leather boot. The
doorbell rang. “Stand up and answer the door.” I jumped up and ran to the
door. I could see it was a female through the frosted glass front door. I
looked behind me, Shit; Mistress was standing right behind me. “Get the
door.” afraid I opened, “Hi Lucky, your normal, that a be seventeen pound,
please. How’s Angel?” “She’s great ah” I began to stumble a bit. The girl
knew me well; I was as regular at ordering pizza, as breathing. Her name was
Harriet, tall thin, dark hair tightly pulled back into a ponytail, cool
looking.

“Are you alright, Lucky?” Harriet looked at me then looked at Jane. “I’m not
disturbing any thing am I?” She grinned at me. “No ah nothing of the sort,
I’m ah I’m just, Give me the pizza.” I slammed the door. “Don’t you want
your change?” “NO!” the sounds of her calling me jerk all the way back to
her car drifted up to us. “Sounds like she knows you, Jerk, I mean, slave.”
“Pass me Angel’s car keys, lock up and join me in the car. Don’t forget the
pizza, Jerk.” I hate you I thought as I smiled at her, “That will cost you,
slave.” How can she tell what I’m thinking, she must be better at reading
people than I used to be. I could hear her heels click all the way to the
car. I locked up. Slowly I walked to the car and got in. “Belt up slave.”
Like a little child I put my belt on.

She turned the key the car started,
pulled into gear, not using the clutch, grind my fuckin gears you bitch, I
thought. “Don’t have bad thoughts little slave.” I give you bad thoughts. I
smiled back. And off we went, and fuck me she drove fast and I mean fast.
The car dealer said that my car now Angels does 0 to 60 in 4.2 seconds when
I bought it. Well mate, Jane just proved your calculations wrong. By the
time we got to Angel’s office, twenty plus speed cameras had just about
photographed every angle of, the car registered to me. “Oops, sorry, do you
think you might lose your license, slave. And get a BIG fine, I’m really
sorry, you could fight in court and prove it was me driving. But that would
upset you’re Mistress, my daughter. Do your self-a favor pay the fines.”
“Considering how in debt I am I could have done with out you playing the A
team in a car registered to my name?” “Are you cross with me, slave?” “Just
a little.” “Well I know how to make it up to you. Kiss my wonderful black
leather platform kinky boots.” I bent and licked. BANG! The pain shoot
through me. A hard kick to my balls kept me down.

“YOU DO NOT GET UPSET WITH
YOUR SUPERIOR MISTRESS. UNDERSTAND?” “Yes”

my weedy reply. “Get up anddeliver this pizza to Angel.” I walked into Angel’s Casino.
A flash looking hallway covered with twinkling lights guided you through into a large
welcoming area. Kerrie walked up to me. “Business or pleasure tonight.” “I
can’t afford to play here any more so I guess its business, is Angel in her
office.” “Yeah, shame you can’t play here any more, I miss you.” Kerrie,
smiling, walked off. “Don’t flirt with the staff unless told, slave.” Jane
had parked and walked in just as Kerrie walked off. “Do you think she would
still fancy you if she knew what you had become? In fact what would all of
the staff think of their best customer if they knew?”

“The pizza getting cold Mistress, I better get it to Angel.” I walked passed
all the roulette tables filled with mugs spending all their wages. Never
lands on your number. I carried on walking, past the slot machines with old
women holding cups to hopefully catch jackpots, up the stairs and around the
barrier dividing the VIP room from the normal casino. The big spender room
hadn’t changed. Poker the smell of mathematical opportunity hits a player
fast. All the normal crowd, I wave to some, trying to hurry passed. My
carvings almost getting the better of me. “Lucky.” Shit, big John. A large
gay man with silver hair, harmless but annoying. “Lucky you big shit, it’s
me you son of a gun.” I hate people who say things like son of a gun. Lucky
for me I didn’t owe him any money unlike some in this room. “Got a hurry,
John, got Angels pizza, don’t want it cold. Next time maybe?”

“Lucky she, has you whipped, boy.” I laughed back with the rest of the room.
If only they knew. I pushed through the big wood doors at the end of the
room. Angel’s secretary, middle age women, with blond hair, well kept
figure. With not much baggage to the eye. Charming more than intelligent.
“Angel’s expecting you, slave.” She grinned at me. Angel had told her. They
got on but I didn’t know that well. As I pushed through the doors I looked
up above was a sign in gold lettering saying Angel Hartley licensee.

“Bring my food over here.” Angel pointed to her desk. I went over. She had
her head down looking into her flat screen monitor. I could she was using
MSM messenger. And chatting with a girl named Raver chick. “Smells like
Pizza, so I see my Mother didn’t manage to get you cooking then?” “No. You
know I’m no good at cooking Mistress, I could burn coffee.” The glow of her
screen made her grin look almost sinister. I had never thought about Angel
in that way before. Her screen flashed a message from raver chick who was
asking for photos of me. Angel replied. Cool I will take some in a bit. Her
fingers looked so long and slender on her keyboard, I remember my Mother
describing them as piano hands when she complemented them to Angel.

Angel logged off. And looked up at me, she smiled then grabbed a slice. “It’s
cold.” “Sorry Mistress, I won’t let it happen again.” “You better not. Chuck
out the wings. No good to me cold and as for the slush style ice cream. I
should whip you for trying to poison me. “I’m really sorry Mistress,
really.” And I was, because I knew I would regret it. “ So slave why did I
get to see my mother kicking you in your balls when I looked out of the
window a minute ago?” “I disrespected her, Mistress, I’m sorry.” I was
really for it now. “Why did you disrespect her?” “Because she drove through
every speed camera she could find at 110mph, in my car.” Angel began to
laugh. “It’s in your name, so you will get the fines, ha. But by the way,
it’s now my car. I think we should leave it in your name, just incase I go a
bit fast like my mother.”

Angel looked back at her monitor while grabbing a second slice of my
favorite pizza. I stood behind her so I could see what she was up to. I
could smell her hair. The scent was good and clean. She had tied it up tight
in to a hard looking power style it matched her well made designer gray pin
stripe suite. She looked like she meant business. And she did. She ran the
most successful casino out side of London. Gamblers flocked from all around
just to lose their money in front of Angel. She logged back on. The high
pitch sound of a modem kicked in soon it settled. A message from raver chick
flashed up,
Hi what you up to?

Nothing much got my slave here.

Hi slave get on your knees!
He’s on his knees. Do you want to see him, if so dial up my web cam?
A message came up on her screen. Raver Chic wants to view do you except?
Angel clicked Ok.

Can you see him ok?
No can you move the camera on to your desk?
Yes cool.

Angel moved her camera so it faced me directly.
How’s that?
I can see him. Hi slave.
I waved back.
What would you like him to do?
Take his top off.
“Do it slave.”
I pulled my jumper off.
Can you turn on a sidelight so I can see his chest better please?
Angel lent over me and switched on her desk lamp. The light hurt my eyes. I
pulled back a little.

Move him forwards again I can’t see him
Angle pushed me forwards and then slapped my face hard
I felt that over here. Do as your told slave.
Can you make him stand up? Slowly the cam is a little jerky.
“Stand up slowly slave”
I stood up as slow as I could. The cam still on the table was level with my
belt.

Undo your belt.
Flashed on the screen.
Pull down your pants slowly
I pulled them down and placed them carefully behind me.
Pull down you boxers.
I pulled them off and placed them next to my pants.
Not a bad sized cock?
It’s ok isn’t it?
Get it hard.

I touched my cock for the third time today. It got hard fast, soon it was
standing up on it’s own.
Jerk it off for me slave.
I pulled back my foreskin then pumped it like there was no tomorrow.
Don’t move so fast, the cam blurs.
I slowed down; I could feel my orgasm coming any way.
“Are you about to cum, slave.” Angel knew the signs. “Yes. Mistress.”
He is about to cum.

All ready! Is he that fast in bed with you?
No he’s quite good, it’s just he gets turned on been treated as a slave.
I see, catch your cum in your hand slave.
I shoot hard and fast into my left hand. A small amount dropped on to
Angel’s desk. “You can lick that up in a minute.”
What did you just say to him Angel?
He dripped some of his cum on to my desk, I just told him that he can lick
it up in a min.

Lol. Slave show me your hand.
I pushed my hand up to the web cam and moved it so my cum would glisten in
the light.
Pull back from the cam a little and stick your hand up to your mouth.
I pulled back and did what she typed.
Come forwards a little. Angel can you focus your cam a little.
I moved a little and Angel twisted the ring around the out side of the cam.
How’s that?

Better. Slave lick your cum off your hand and swallow it. But do it slowly.
I began licking my hand; every so often a message would come up on Angel’s
monitor giving me instructions to show my hand or what angle to lick from.
I have to go now Angel; I will be back on later if you want a chat. Bye.
Bye.

Angel logged off; she turned in her seat and look up. “Stop licking your
hand, and lick your cum off my table.” I bent over and tried to lick my cum
up. I found it hard to do, because of the high polish on the table. “Stop
smearing it in. Eat it!” Angel was watching me clean her table intently.
“That will do. Get on your knees and crawl under my desk. Her desk was a
large and solid looking. From the front you couldn’t see me cramped in
between Angel’s legs, the front and the sides of the desk were made of solid
dark oak that complemented the hard looking polished top. “Kiss my boots.”
I pushed my back against the desk wall as hard as I could so I could bend my
head down a hard task in such a small area. I think Angel released this,
since she lifted her 1st boot slightly to help me kiss. Her long slender
foot was encased by her beautiful, butter soft, black leather, pointed, high
fashion, ankle boot. She begged me to buy her these boots. I remember nearly
a year ago now. We were out together just doing some lazy window-shopping.
Until we passed Amanda’s shop, there they were, In the window. Angel never
could just walk passed a shoe shop. And I could never say no, to Angel.
I kissed the leather softly, worshiping the moment. Angel placed her boot
down and lifted her other. I kissed again this time with even more passion.
Unnoticed she placed her boot down. “Undo my belt and pull my trousers down
slave.” My face light with joy. With eager equal to waiting for Christmas as
a child. I unhooked her expensive Italian belt. Slowly with impatient hands
I pulled down her tight suit trousers. Her black thong filled me instantly
with desire. “Pull my trousers over my boots slave. Then pull my thong off.”
“Yes Mistress.” “And don’t let the fabric snag on my heels.” I placed her
boot in to my hand, the leather so soft, it felt as though it could melt in
my grip. Carefully I pulled her trouser suit over her boots and heels then
free, from her holiday sun bronzed legs that begged to be kissed. Her thong
came away in shaky hands. I could smell her pleasure. She was turned on. “Go
down on me, slave.” It had been ages since Angel had let me please her this
way. I snuggled my head between her warm thighs and licked her wetness with
delight. As soon as I started I stopped. She tasted different? “Did I say
you could stop, slave?” From between her golden legs I looked up. She was
grinning. I began to stumble, I couldn’t think. Tears began to form. “Well
what did you think. You were the only one, to have fun with others?” “What!”
was about all I could spurt out, from between my trebling mouth. My view of
her distorted, from behind my hart broke tears. “Did you really think I was
using you for my pleasure?” Angel laughed. “Now stop that crying, and lick
the cum out of me!”

She had been with some one else. And now I was to clean his cum out of her.
“Who was he?” I looked up at her. Anger warmth melting my cold tears.
“None of your business. How dare you ask me your SUPERIOR! Who I chose to
please me.” Her soft leather boot didn’t feel so soft as it crashed between
my legs. I doubled over. “Now lick me out.” With pain all around and in my
body I licked another mans salty sticky wet semen out of her. Her slender
hands locked in my hair and pushed me face and tongue deeper into her.
“Harder, Harder.” She groaned with pleasure. Her thighs contracted and
released against my head. She bucked towards me pushing out of me. I felt
like I was suffocating around. With one last push of my head. She groaned
then released her hands form my matted hair. She bent down and looked at me.
“That was good slave. Now come out from under there. And place these bags on
the floor over there.” I came out and stood up. She was pointing to the far
corner of her room. I took the bin bags and walked with shame over and
placed them on the ground. “Not like that. Over lay them. So we don’t get
any thing on my carpet.” Any thing on her carpet, what was she up to now? I
dreaded to think. Angel bent over her desk to grab her intercom, her but
looked amazing. “Sally can you come in here, please.” You could hear Angles
secretary’s heels clicking towards the door. “Don’t you think you should put
your trousers back on, Mistress?” “You don’t think unless I tell you to, now
lye with your head facing up on top of theses bags.” The secretary walked in
and locked straight on to Angel’s nakedness, she blushed and stumbled. ”Is
this a bad time Angel, I, Ah, can come back, when your dressed, I need the
toilet any way.” She turned looking very flustered and started to walk out.
“Stop!” Angel commanded more than asked. Sally stopped and turned slowly
looking startled “I’m sorry Sally to shout, I wanted to show you my slave
at action. You don’t mind do you?” “I, Ah, don’t know?” She stumbled back.
“Sally did we ever discus that raise you asked about last year?” “NO!” “Well
its about time, come over here and sit at my desk.” Sally walked over and
sat down. When seated happily, she aloud her eyes to drift from Angel, and
on to me. “Your raise how does 10% sound.” “Good, but 15% sounds nicer.”
Angle laughed at Sally’s cheek. “12% and that’s it.” “Deal, thanks Angel.”
Sally looked happier now. She smiled at me. I smiled back. “So why is he
lying over there on top of the bags?” “A surprise for him, I will show you
in a minute.” Angel turned her head round to see me. “Take all your clothes
off, slave.” Sally’s face lit up. Angel just stood up and walked over to me.
“Sally come here and get a better look.” Sally joined Angel by the side of
me, Sally’s eyes darted from my cock to my chest to my embarrassed glowing
face. “Place your heels over his mouth like this.” Angel pushed her heel to
my mouth I sucked it in.

Angel pulled it out as I sucked. “Good heel cleaner, he can lick your boots
clean as well.” Sally moved closer and with shaky balance she lifted her 6”
stiletto heel above my mouth and intensely watched as I greedily sucked it
in. She watched with an even greater growing delight as I eagerly performed
oral on both of her mud splattered heels. Angel pointed out my hardening
cock to Sally. Sally laughed then looked down at her heels. “So will he
clean my boots as well as my heels?” “Yes, I will get him to lick them in a
min.” “Slave open your mouth and swallow every thing I give you.” Angel
walked up and stood legs ever side over my head, then she bent down. “What
are you doing Angel?” “Watch.” Golden trickle of warm urine shoot from Angel
and landed in my mouth, both women giggled. “Open wide slave.” With that she
released her warm load on to my face and into my mouth. I nearly choked.
Spurting up apart of her urine on to my chest. “Swallow it all slave.” Sally
laughed at my predicament. I couldn’t feel any lower. “Do you still need the
toilet, Sally? “Yes, but I couldn’t.” She looked down at me covered in
Angles piss. “Yes you could, it’s fun, and slave enjoys it, don’t you?”
Angel kicked me. “Yes Mistress, I enjoy been used by Women in any way that
amuses them.” “But I don’t need to go the same as you Angel, urinate I mean,
I need, well you know?” “That’s OK, Slave eat any thing that Sally gives
you.” Sally still unsure about this walked next to my face. I wanted to look
at her boots, but I didn’t dare move from fear of what Angel might do to me.
Sally moved her right leg over my face. I looked up. I could see up her
short leather skirt that she had on no underwear. She sat down and wiggled
forwards pulling her cheeks apart till her anus was placed over my mouth,
then I felt some one press there heel on to my hard cock. It hurt. Angel.
She pressed down. I opened and pushed my tongue out and up her anus. Sally
groaned, Angel released some pressure from my cock. I licked and licked her
passage until I could start to taste what was coming. I could hear muffled
talking from above. Angel drover her boot-heel down again. The pain made me
buck opening my mouth wider I pushed my tongue right up her. Sally groaned,
then emptied her warm, big, surprise in to my mouth.

Angle ground her heel in. I swallowed. Sally jumped off me. Her smile was
beaming. You would have thought she just won the lottery. “Hell I have never
done any thing like that before?” She chuckled to Angel. Angel looked at me.
“Lick Mistress Sally’s but clean.” On my knees I moved over to Sally. She
lifted her skirt, turned round then thrust her cheeks to my mouth. I parted
them then licked and pushed up her passage to clean. Sally groaned and
groaned her legs slight buckling at her knees. She pushed harder and harder
against my face. Then she pushed me away. “Wow that feels great, Angel have
you had him do that for you?” “Not yet, but I will. I’m sorry to stop the
party but I have some more work to do. Slave go next door with Mistress
Sally and get cleaned up, then do what ever she tells you to do for the next
half hour or so.” “Right slave follow me, stay on your hands and knees and
crawl behind my boots.” Angel watched in amazement as I crawled behind Sally
to the door just an inch form her boot heels. She was happy with what ease
she had managed to turn Sally in to a humiliating and a very domineering
Mistress.

Sally sat at her desk chair and twisted it around so she was facing were she
left me. Next to her desk still naked and still on my hands and knees. I
looked up at her. Sally looked down at me, with out speaking for what felt
like a minute or two. Then. “Look at my boots.” I looked passed her leather
skirt and on to her black leather stiletto knee boots. “Do you want to fuck
me slave?” My cock twitched, she placed her right boot tip under it. “Yes,
Mistress. I would love to.” She bobbed her boot up and down knocking the
underside of my pole. It got harder. She moved her boot from under and
placed it resting against my pole, it hardened even more. She placed the
other boot on the other side and trapped my hard cock between “Do you like
my boots, slave?” She moved both boots forwards then backwards slightly
stimulating my hardness. She repeated her movements; the leather boots
pulled my four skin back then moved it forwards again. ”Oh yes.” I groaned
“So you like me jerking your big hard cock off with my black leather 6”
stiletto knee high fuck me boots?” “Yes.” My back arched. “You will lick off
any mess you make.” “Thank you Mistress.” She sped up as I spurted my white
sticky cum up her leather boot shafts and on to her uncovered legs. “Lick
your mess off my legs then lick my boots clean.” Sally looked passed her
legs and up to her black leather skirt. “I don’t believe it your cum has
even shoot on to my skirt.” Sally lifted my head and guided it to a puddle
of cum right on the middle of her black leather skirt “Do you have a boot
fetish or something?” “Yes Mistress. I love Lady’s boots.” “ Well that
explains why you got so turned on. Any way hurry up and lick this mess up
then get hard again, I still want a fuck.” As I licked my still warm cum
from Sally’s leather lap I glanced up to see her watching my actions with
real interest. “In all my years I have never seen a man eat cum and here you
are eagerly licking it off me, as though it’s honey or something. I have
been going with the wrong men. slave you missed a bit there!” She pointed to
the left of her skirt the white of my cum now transforming to a slight
transparent runny liquid was still very visible due to the contrast of the
black mat leather skirt. She pushed my head over to lick it up then pushed
down hard. My face pushed in to her soft left thigh. The soft leather
stretched leaving my sight in darkness; the smell of cum and good leather
filled my nostrils sending me to an arousal that could make you feel weak.
She pushed down harder, I heard something muffled about cum. I licked hard,
she released the pressure. I could feel cum splattered from her skirt
cooling my hot face. It felt good.
She let go of my head I lifted a small way and licked the front of her skirt
all over. Sally groaned. “Now my legs!” I bent more and worked my way down
her smooth soft wonderful legs, I paid extra attention to the inside of her
legs. A groan sounded again. “My boots, and hurry.” I licked over the grove
from leg to leather boot and all the way down her shaft to the toe point.
Making sure I collected and eat all my sticky cum. I moved on to her next
boot. Starting with the toe point, I bent right down until the side of my
face touched the ground then I licked the very leather point. Sally moved
her boot forwards pressing the point against my kissing lips I opened my
mouth and she pushed the leather into my mouth. I moved my head backwards
and forwards on the leather toe mimicking the motion of an oral action I
looked up, Sally’s hand had drifted between her legs and was pleasing her. I
took her boot out of my mouth and went to stand up. Her left boot lifted and
swung over my shoulder pushing me down to my knees then held me there like
her leather captured prisoner. “Blow my leather boot again!” I sank right
down again and took as much of her boot in my mouth as I could. “Suck
harder!” I pushed my tongue out and up against her ruff covered dirty boot
sole. Then I moved faster sucking and licking in and out in and out. I
looked up. Sally had sped up her hand movement I was scared that her
increasingly louder groans might draw some attention. I looked to her face
her eyes were shut. I moved to her red covered shiny lipstick lips, you
could she her pink inviting tongue dart out slightly at one of the corners,
she looked lustful.

Her eyes opened and caught mine. We locked. She licked her lips in a sultry
fashion I almost came again. “Suck my black leather boots like the dirty
little slut you are, suck um, suck harder, that’s it, don’t stop, don’t
stop.” She groaned out at me. Her legs opened more and her hand movement
dragged my attention from her eyes and those lush red lips. A finger slipped
up her tight wet pussy, you could hear her wetness. While sucking still I
averted my eyes to hers again she had shut them. Then she stopped. Her
finger squelched out she opened her eyes “Stop blowing my boot slave, stand
up and fuck me!” My aching mouth opened and she pulled her damp boot toe
out. I jumped up and moved onto her. “NO! I’m on top of you, get on the
table.” She pushed the continence of her table on the floor then pushed me
on. She grabbed my hard twitching cock and pulled her self with her other
hand up and on to the table. She moved her legs ever side of mine then
pointed my hard pole up, she sat down till my cock was at her tight wet
entrance she guided her self on bouncing knees onto and down my very hard
shaft. We let out a groan together. She lent back and moved her right hand
around and on to my balls. She tightly grabbed them, then twisted. She lent
moved back forwards again and seized the side of her desk with her left for
balance. Then she lifted and fucked me. Fucked me hard and fast. “Tell me
when you want to cum! Don’t cum up me.” “OK Mistress.” “Say Mistress again.”
As she moved up and down I felt great. “Mistress, thank you, Mistress for
fucking me.” She started to groan over and over again softly increasing in
volume every so often. She pumped harder. Her deep green eyes shut. “Slave,
I love calling you that, s l a v e,” She prolonged it the last time in
between groans. “What am I to you slave?” “You’re my Mistress, my wonderful
beautiful Mistress.” She let go of the desk and snatched my arm; she dragged
it up and placed my hand to her shirt-covered breast. I let go and opened
her shirt slightly and squeezed my hand in and under her black silk bra.
Erect nipple pressed into my warm soft hand. I squeezed she bucked and
moaned. “Slave, slave call me your Mistress!” “Mistress, I’m so happy you’re
my Mistress and I’m your slave. Use me and my body in any way you like.” I
panted at her. Sally dragged her long red nails across and around my twisted
balls, I pumped up and she ground her body down harder making my acing cock
full of cum almost explode. “Mistress I’m going to cum!” She pulled my
throbbing pole out and held it tightly, she closed her hand over the end. My
hot cum shoot up and filled her tightly clenched fist. While her other hand
stroked my balls. My cum stopped she let her tight grip of my balls go. Then
she opened her cum filled hand and looked down at it. Her palm was filled,
with her free hand she dabbed her long fingernail in; the red was completely
covered in a thickly covered white. She Giggled. Then turned her cum covered
finger upside down and used her nail as a scoop to collect cum. She lifted
the long nail to my mouth. “Suck it.”