THE MEETING
By M.
Even as Chris pulled into the
dark parking lot of the motel he was somewhat apprehensive. The contact with Mistress M.
had only been via e-mail and
posted scans. Now, Chris was not only going to meet M. but they were going to have sex -
hot anonymous t-girl dom / bootboy sub sex. The
parking space in front of room 147 was open as Mistress had promised and Chris guided the
car into it. Did he really want to do this? Chris sat for a
moment looking down at the glossy, black,tall-heeled, over the knee boots encasing his
nylon hosed legs, "Yes" he thought, "I'm too involved to turn back
now!"
Chris' cock had grown erect and
was pushing at the pouch of the soft black leather sling that he was wearing beneath his
long, cape-like leather coat. All that was covering his smooth naked body was a leather
pouch and a pair of shoulder straps that met in the back forming a thong strap that
slipped
between his clenched buns and held the pouch tight to his throbbing member. Chris slipped
a gloved hand into the pocket of the long leather coat, produced a black leather domino
and placed it on his face.
Mistress had demanded that they both be masked - the idea turned Chris on! Chris reached a
leather-encased hand down to his pouch and slowly
rubbed himself, his member throbbed with anticipation. He was ready!
Opening the door Chris swung his
booted legs from the car and stretched them out, admiring their long tapered then squared
toes and the way the smooth glossy leather crushed slightly at the ankles. The high
rectangular boot heels clicked as they touched the pavement. He stood and let the coat
drape down over his nearly naked body before taking the few steps to the door of
Mistresses room.
Chris raised a gloved hand and
rapped softly on the door. "Who knocks on Mistresses door?" came a voice from
inside. "Your booted boy slave!" he
responded. The door swung open and "She" stood in front of him. Chris fought to
overcome a sudden urge to flee and stepped inside at her urging. Mistress was slim and
petite with dark hair and firm round breasts with erect nipples that were revealed quite
nicely through the tightly stretched black latex of her halter topped sheath dress. She
was, of course, masked and high glossy black, leather, crotch-high bitch boots with tall
stiletto heels and long pointed toes encased her legs over the nylon mesh of her panty
hose. Tight, tissue-thin black kid opera gloves covered her arms to the shoulders and she
was holding a leather cat-o'-nine tails. Mistress reached
out and took Chris' gloved hand in hers drawing him forward - Chris realized that he was a
good six inches taller than her. The door shut behind him.
"Let's see if you are as
nice as your scans" Mistress panted, "loose the coat!" Chris immediately
let the long cape-like coat drop to the floor and revealed his smooth, hairless body and
the bulge of his cock inside the leather pouch of his sling. "Yes!" she panted
softly as she drew Chris toward her. Their bodies touched and he could feel her nipples
against
his lower chest. Her open mouth pressed against Chris' and her tongue flicked lightly over
his lips. "Suck it!" she panted, "suck my tongue like you are going to suck
my cock!" Her tongue thrust into Chris' mouth and he began to suck and flick it with
his own tongue as though it were a cock. A gloved hand clasped Chris' pouch and he gasped
as it began to knead and squeeze his hardness. Instinctively he reached out and grasped
her firm round tits with his gloved hands. Chris felt a sting across his hips
"No!" she cried out "You never touch Mistress unless she tells you
so!" Chris immediately dropped his hands from the latex clad globes he had been
squeezing. "Yes, Mistress!" he panted. Oh! How he wanted to rip that latex dress
off of her body and suck those beautiful tits!
Mistress reached to the shoulder
straps of Chris' sling and slipped them down his arms until only the pouch was still on
his body. Her lips found Chris' nipples and she sucked and licked them until he was
groaning with desire. Pushing downward she slipped the pouch from Chris' hips and the
entire sling wound up down around his booted ankles. He was standing before Mistress clad
only in his tall, glossy boots, hose, gloves and mask with his cock standing at erect,
drooling attention. Mistress stood
back from Chris panting with excitement and opened the snap on the halter or her dress.
The top of the dress fell to reveal a pair of perfect round
breasts with bullet like nipples and a smooth, slim, hairless upper body. Mistress fondled
her own tits with her leather-clad hands. Chris could feel the precum drooling from his
cock. Stepping back toward a tall bar stool Mistress slid the Latex dress from her slim,
boy-like lower body and sat on the stool with her booted legs outstretched and her swollen
cock protruding from the split crotch of her hose. "Come, worship me!" she
gasped, "Lick my
fucking boots." Chris fell to his knees onto the leather coat spread on the floor in
front Mistress and crawled toward her magnificent, glossy, outstretched boots.
She extended her right to
Chris and he took it in his gloved hands raising it to his mouth. Chris' wet tongue slid
over the glossy leather of the toe and then up onto the vamp. Mistress began to moan with
delight when he slipped her high heel into his mouth and began to suck it. Chris'
excitement was now ruling him, he grabbed his stiff cock and began to
jack himself with a gloved hand as he slid his tongue further up Mistresses long boot
toward the smooth hairless balls hanging between her booted
legs. Chris felt the sting of Mistresses cat on his back. "No, bitch! You don't jack
off unless Mistress tells you to." Chris released his throbbing cock and
concentrated on servicing Mistresses boots.
Finally, Chris reached the top of
the glossy black shaft and his tongue slid onto the nylon of Mistresses hose. The smooth
balls were now in his face and he began to work his tongue over them and up toward the
stiff, drooling cock that Mistress was fondling with her leather-encased fingers. Again,
Chris felt the sting of Mistresses cat, "The other boot needs work too!"
Mistress groaned. "You only get cock after you've serviced both!" Mistress
raised her left and placed her boot on Chris'
shoulder. He began to lick and kiss his way up to her crotch for the second time. By the
time Chris
reached the calf of Mistresses second boot she was moaning and gasping as though orgasm
was approaching. She thrust the boot he had just serviced between Chris' booted legs and
cried, " it!
it like you were a bitch in heat!" He pushed his cock against the smooth tight
leather at her calf and began to squirm and thrust against its glossiness. As he rode the
glossy boot Chris' precum smeared the leather making it slick and exciting him even more.
Chris was also approaching orgasm.
Chris' mouth reached the top of
Mistresses boot and his tongue slithered onto the nylon of her hose. She was now writhing
nearly out of control; her gloved hand grasped the back of Chris' head and drew his masked
face between her legs. He opened his mouth and she guided her precum slick cock into it.
She was making incoherent groans and gasps as she fed Chris her hot member. Chris could
taste the saltiness of Mistresses precum as it oozed into his sucking mouth. He wanted
more! He wanted her Jiz. Chris increased his suction and worked his tongue around her
corona. She began to gasp loudly and work her boot against his cock. "!"
she cried, "Shoot your load onto my boot!" Chris' twitching cock could take no
more and began to jerk in climax. Streams of hot spunk surged over the smooth
leather encasing Mistresses , smearing as Chris worked
his cock into his own ejaculation. Mistress shuddered and then thrust forward - Chris felt
the hot surges of her climax in his mouth and tasted the slight bitterness of her
as it filled him to capacity. Chris drew back gasping and choking on the thick juices she
had released into him - jism spattered his masked face and
dripped down onto his naked chest. Mistress grasped Chris' head again and drew him back
onto her still gushing cock and he took the last of her juices
into his mouth as his drenched her glossy black boot.
Chris felt Mistresses gloved hands pushing him downward toward the boot he had just flooded with . "Clean it!" she commanded. His mouth was so full of her that Chris didn't know if he could hold any more. He swallowed some of the thick nectar in his mouth and placed his lips onto the smear of semen on Mistresses boot and began to suck and lick the juices of his own climax from the glossy leather. Mistress slid groaning from the stool onto the leather coat spread in front of it, pushing Chris back until he was lying on his back panting and she was on top of him. "Feed me our juices!" she gasped as she licked her way over his spunk spattered masked face to his open mouth. Their mouths came together and slid over each other as they kissed and shared the mixed cream of their orgasm.
Chris reached for the
leather mask obscuring Mistresses face - he had to see her! "No!" she screamed,
"You must never see me!" Gloved hands pushed at Chris' chest and drove him down
onto his back. Mistress rose to her booted from the prone position on top of
Chris and brought the cat
down on his shoulders. The bite of the lash caused Chris to writhe and draw back from
Mistress. "I must leave now!" Mistress proclaimed, "You are
becoming too curious." "Will I see you again?" Chris whimpered. "When
I summon you." Mistress turned from Chris and slipped on a long black leather coat
then picked up her tiny black latex dress and stuffed it into a pocket. Several steps and
she was out the door. Chris lay panting listening to the click of Mistress high boot heels
as she disappeared into the night.