Mistress' Boots

[MrAuz1989]

Locked in chastity, I lie face down on the floor at your booted feet. You use one of your stockings to tie my hands behind me. I jerk sharply as you jab one sharp heel into the small of my back and pull my bonds tight. The cold air chills me to the bone. My naked body is a mass of gooseflesh. The only heat I feel is the throbbing nauseous warmth in my crotch. The sting of the tight thongs biting into my manhood counters the dull throbbing ache that pulses through my body whenever my hard member brushes the cold wooden floor. I shiver. The only sound in the room is the staccato rap of your heels and the laboured rasp of my breathing. Suddenly, my whole body spasms as your wicked heel stabs down into the back of my head, pinning it to the floor. A bolt of agony lances through my body, but my cry of pain is cut short by a vicious slash of your riding crop which raises a fresh welt across my naked buttocks. I bite the inside of my lips to stifle any sound. A sickly heat flushes through my loins. You increase the downward pressure on my head, crushing it beneath your sole. You twist your heel, sending another burst of pain through my supine form, then slam your other foot down in front of me. You allow me to raise my head."Lick......", you whisper. I eagerly comply, putting my cracked lips on the wickedly pointed toe of your boot. The sharp taste of leather floods my mouth. I inhale deeply, savouring the rich scent of leather, dust and skin. I run my tongue up the toe, relishing the sensation of my tongue gliding over the smooth warm surface. I work my way up to your slender ankle, gently probing every fold and crevice. The luscious taste and smell of your boots arouses me, making my manhood swell and chafe against the tight bonds. As I kiss and lick my way along the glistening metal of the zip, the throbbing in my crotch builds as my body crushes my rod against the floor. My breathing grows harsh and ragged as I lap at your boots. Then, suddenly, you pull your foot away, leaving me to fall face first to the floor. You laugh at my misfortune then turn on your heel and stride with catlike grace to the far side of the room. I remain face down where I fell, awaiting your next order. "Crawl to me......", you sneer,"...crawl to me on your stomach like the spineless worm you are !". Bracing myself against the pain, I crawl to your booted feet. Fresh geysers of pain well up in my gut as my tortured prick grinds against the floor. The sick warm ache oozes through my body like a noxious mist. Twitching spasmodically, I await your command. You regard me with a look of abject contempt before squatting over me. "I want you to hump the floor, Bitch", you whisper coarsely,"I want you to hump the floor like you were humping my boots and I want you to tell me how much you fucking love my boots while you're doing it...". Gingerly, I begin to piston my hips against the hard floor. A savage blow from your riding crop draws blood from my butt."Harder, Bitch!", you spit, "you're supposed to be fucking the floor like it is my boots! Is this pathetic twitching the best you can do? Harder!". Clenching my teeth against the pain, I hump the floor with my battered crotch. You pitilessly goad me on, using your crop to encourage me to greater effort as I writhe like a salted leech at your feet."Say it Bitch...." you hiss, your face a mask of fury,"Tell me how much you fucking love my boots..... and you better not even dream of cumming without my permission!". My crotch and butt feels like a pyre of agony. My heart feels like its trying to smash its way out of my ribcage. My head feels like it is going to explode and coat your boots with viscous goo. My lungs scream for air."I ache for the taste of your boots, Mistress...", I gasp," I crave the sting of your razor sharp heel. Crush me like an insect beneath your sole...". You jab one heel bewteen my bleeding, sweat slicked buttocks and press down. I gasp as the heel bites home and redouble my efforts. My thrusts grow frenzied as I draw near to climax. My manhood throbs against the stinging caress of the tight leather thongs. I can scarcely breathe. Sweat fills my eyes. My arms ache and my wrists struggle against their silken bonds. I beg my cruel idol to release me from chastity so that I might caress my seed into the warm leather boots as an offering. After long tortuous moments of consideration, you graciously accede to my request. You strike the bonds from my wrists and pull me into a kneeling position. You stand before me, proud and imperious, awaiting the unconditional worship that is your due. I scramble with the hated bonds that cage my aching member and throw them aside. I begin to stroke my manhood furiously. It only takes a couple of strokes before my whole aching body stiffens and I blast a thick stream of milk white cum onto your gleaming boot. A hoarse cry of pleasure escapes my parched lips as gobbet after gobbet of oily semen spurts from my rod to ooze sensuously down the smooth leather and onto the floor. I softly milk the last drop from my wilting penis. Spent, I straddle your foot and begin to softly hump your boot. The sensation of rubbing my sac against the cum greased leather gets me hot. My thrusts grow frantic as I rub my seed into your boot like a lotion. The sound of creaking leather and the moist squelch that results from my every thrust arouses me anew. A curt snap of your fingers makes me drop to my hands and knees. I gently take your foot in my hands and raise it to my lips. The smell of cum and leather fills my nostrils. A twinge of pain runs through my cracked lips when they touch the salty cum. I lap frantically at your boot, relishing the taste of my offering. I lathe the slick surface like a ravening dog, swallowing each and every drop. The flood of sensations gets me hard again. You note my erection with a look of bemused contempt. When I have cleaned your boot and the floor at your feet to your satisfaction, a brusque gesture dismisses me from your presence.

[MrAuz1989]

Tentatively, I take a step, tottering like a new born foal in the knee high boots. Gingerly, I take another step, fighting to maintain my balance on the sky high heels. Despite the chill, my skin feels feverish. The trashy faux leather corset that you ordered me to wear clutches my chest like a giant fist. You stand before me, your hands on your hips, admiring your handiwork. The slutty leather miniskirt barely contains my hard on. Black fishnet stockings cling to my legs. You appraise me closely as I hesitantly take another step. "Sway your hips.....", you whisper, licking your ripe lips suggestively. I comply, gently taking another step and finding it easier to keep my balance. A wicked smile crosses your lips. "Good girl.....",you purr, beckoning me closer. I slowly walk towards you, my heels clicking on the bare wooden floor. My breath hitches in my throat and my balls ache as my rock hard member strains against my tight G string. I feel bitter shame and white hot lust in equal measure. I stand before you, my head hanging in contrition, not making eye contact but gazing longingly at your Top Shop thigh boots. You place your fingertip on my bare chest, deftly drawing one scarlet nail around my nipple. The words "Mistress Eva's bitch" is scrawled across my chest in lipstick. You run your finger up my throat and gently lift my chin until our eyes meet. Your smile fades and a withering look of contempt takes it's place. "You were so easy to corrupt....", you sneer, running your hand down the front of the corset. "So pathetically eager for a taste of my boots......practically begging to become my bitch!". Teasingly, you rub my erection through the soft leather miniskirt. I gasp and sway awkwardly on my heels. "What's this....?", you hiss, lifting my skirt and staring disdainfully at my erection. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Bitch?" you whisper, caressing my member through the G string. I groan as the throbbing in my loins grows. I struggle for balance. With a devilish expression, you turn on your heel and begin to grind your taut butt against my crotch. I cry aloud as you grab my hips and begin to dry hump me like a bitch on heat. I wrap my arms around your slender waist for better balance and begin to meet your thrusts with my own. A hot surge of pleasure builds in my crotch and my scrotum tightens as we grind against each other. "Harder, Bitch....." you gasp. I give a harsh moan and my eyes roll back in my head as I frot your tight little butt. Your sharp nails dig into my hips and your mane of platinum blonde hair lashes my face as your head threshs from side to side. The sweet tingle in my loins grows to a hot throbbing ache and floods through my body as you draw me closer to climax. I tighten my grip on your tiny waist. You give a lascivious giggle as my thrusts become frenzied. "I want you.....to cum.....all over my boots...." you gasp. I try to hold on but fail. Frantically, I pull up the skirt and tug the G string aside. Moaning,I stroke my rod as I blow my load onto the back of your boots. The pearly cum forms a shiny snail trail as it oozes down your leg to drip onto the floor. I spunk your other boot, greasing the supple leather with my seed, before you turn and gently take my wilting penis into your hands. You milk me of the last remaining drops, wringing them out onto your palm before raising it to my parched lips. You rub your palm on my mouth, making me lick my sperm from your hand.I guzzle my seed from your palm as I teeter precariously on my heels. Once your hand has been lathed clean, you help me into a kneeling position. I gently place my hands on your slender thigh as I lower my mouth to your boot. The metallic taste of jizz and leather floods my mouth as I suck at the warm, smooth surface. The smell is intoxicating. I grip your leg tighter as I run my tongue into every fold and crevice. I work my way dilligently down both legs, kissing your achingly sharp heels and lapping up stray drops of cum from the floor. You notice a spot of jizz on the toe of my own boot and make me sit on the floor at your feet and remove my boot. I lick the cum stain off then put the boot back on. When I am done, you order me to crawl from your presence on my hands and knees, as befits a cissy boot slut, and that I am to travel all the way home dressed just as I am. You toss me my keys but keep my street clothes to ensure my obedience. My face burns with shame and your mocking laughter echoes in my ears as, with my spirit broken and my head bowed, I crawl, humiliated, from the room.

[MrAuz1989]

For 2 months, you kept me locked in chastity, denying me release. Every day you rubbed salt in the wound, e mailing me a fresh boot tease video. Each video was more provocative than the last, and each ended with a stern admonition not to cum without your express permission. I ached with barely suppressed lust, longing for another taste of your boots, craving the sweet surge of pleasure that only release can bring. Finally, I receive your brusque summons. I agonise during every seemingly endless hour. When I finally arrive, my every horny, sweat soaked fantasy is cruelly crushed. You answer the door in jeans, a t shirt and trainers. My bitter disappointment shows and brings a wicked smile to your face. "I would have thought 2 months chastity would have taught you patience Bitch......", you sneer, holding the door open,"....do you need another month to think about it?". I stammer my apology. You appear to consider whether to slam the door in my face, before impatiently gesturing me to come in. I drop to my knees at your feet, sick with lust and shame. You stride across the room and sprawl comfortably on a decadent leather sofa. A curt snap of your fingers brings me crawling on all fours to you."Get up on your Knees...", you snap. I obey. Your shell pink tongue flashes lasciviously across your lips as you rub one foot teasingly against my inner thigh. I gasp as you brush your foot against my throbbing sac and a sickening flush of pain flushes through my body. You chuckle as my body twitches."Did you bring me a nice, horny cock Bitch?" you purr as you bat my nuts through my pants. I nod desperately, the hot mist of pain seeping through my body, then cry aloud as you swiftly bury the toe of one trainer in my gut. I gag, and my stomach clenches. You laugh at my half choked gasps of pain."Remove my shoes....", you whisper sweetly, your eyes twinkling with sadistic pleasure.Gritting my teeth, I gingerly cradle your feet and remove your trainers. You spring gracefully off the sofa and take off your skin tight t shirt. Padding noiselessly, you use the t shirt to bind my hands behind my back. The scent of your body and the warm touch of your hands stokes the white hot agony in my crotch. Once you have me trussed to your satisfaction, you stand mere inches in front of my face with your hands on your slender hips. Grinning slyly, you slowly unbutton your jeans and unzip your fly. You moan lustily and writhe like a snake shedding its skin as you slowly peel off your jeans and kick them aside. Clad only in a black bra and panties, you recline on the sofa. You give an aching squeal of pleasure as you appear to glory in the sensation of the warm leather against your pale skin. The nauseous throb in my nuts grows as you run your hands all over your body. You reach down beside the sofa and pick up a knee high boot of ebony leather. You gently run one finger from the wickedly pointed toe to the gleaming needle like steel heel before raising the boot to your full ripe lips. You place a dainty kiss on the killer heel before deftly unzipping the boot. You arch your slender foot as you slide it inside. You pull the zip closed then tug the top of the boot, pulling the sleek leather taut against your shapely leg. You wink at me seductively as you take up the second boot. "There are 2 ways you can leave here Bitch....", you breath coarsely,"You can leave here with blue balls or, if you please me, you might just leave here with cum stains on your pants. It's up to you". You pull the other boot on, then stand once more before me. The prolonged teasing makes my heart race. My head aches even more than my crotch. You gently run your fingers through my hair, then savagely slam one booted foot into my nuts.I scream then fall to the floor. I curl into a foetal position and try to stifle my cries."Too bad.....", you murmur coolly,"...if this is the best you can do, then its definitely blue balls for you.....". You flash a savage smile as you jab one pointed toe into my prone form. I choke and twitch as a fresh lance of pain cracks like a thunderbolt through my brain. "Pathetic...." you spit as you pull me to my knees. You hold my head in your hands as your boot lands another kick on my sac. I blink back tears and wince as pains flows through me like oily surf. You raise my chin until my gaze meets yours. Your icy blue eyes glitter with devilish merriment."Say thank you....", you whisper." Th....thank you......" I gasp hoarsely. You lower your face until it floats inches above mine."Better....",you murmur,"......keep this up and I may let you cum yet....".You plant a soft kiss on my forehead and then back away.I gulp."Close your eyes", you snap. Trembling, I obey. The only sound in the room is my rasping breath and the occasional squeak of boot leather. Sweat beads on my face as I anticipate the next blow. You make me wait, savouring my apprehension. The pain in my loins subsides to a dull ache. I hear the sharp rap of your heels and tense for the next kick. Nothing happens, then, just when I think that it is a feint, your boot lands a sledgehammer blow. I almost vomit in my mouth as a wave of exquisite agony explodes in my brain. I clench my jaw and manage to stifle my cries. A muffled grunt is all that escapes my lips. I spread my knees apart for better balance then await the next blow. "Good.....", you whisper. I begin to start swaying slightly from side to side, lightheaded with pain. Sweat pours down my face. My battered crotch begins to feel numb. You jab the vicious heel into my thigh and drag its tip down my leg. I bite my lip to stop myself crying out. My whole body tingles with a queasy warmth and a kind of sensual intoxication fills my being as you render a virtuoso performance of ballbusting.Your merciless kicks fall like rain, breaking me to your will, turning me into your quivering pain slut. I begin to relish the thudding impact of your boots, craving their brutal embrace. Each stabbing kick begins to arouse me more and more. Every bolt of pain fans my desire. I begin to pant with lust after every blow. You sense that I am close to the edge and tease me further, slowing the pace of your kicks and making me wait longer and longer for another. I swallow hard, wanting more.....needing more, but no further blows come. You order me to open my eyes. I kneel before you, bathed in sweat, aching for more but not daring to speak. You smile and untie my hands."On your back.....", you whisper. Half mad with lust, I lie on my back. You gently place one booted foot on my raging erection and begin to nuzzle it softly through my trousers. I gasp as your sole caresses my aching member."You've done well...",you murmur, stroking my cock with your foot,".....I'm going to permit you to jiz in your pants now".I stammer my thanks as your boots knead my prick with a circular motion that feels so good that I tremble. A loud buzzing fills my ears as I squirm beneath your foot. Images of you from every boot tease video you ever sent me flashes through my mind. My throat tightens as you wank me beneath your sole. My body threshes and writhes like a snake. The accumulated lust of that last two months pulses through me until I feel like I'll burst like a rotted puff ball. I can barely breathe when, with one last grinding stroke, you push me right over the edge. My back arches and I scream with joy as I blow my load in my pants. My juddering body tries to impale itself on your unyielding heel as I spurt wad after wad of hot sticky jiz. Grating cries escape my parched lips as I hump your booted foot again and again. Finally, slick with sweat, I flop senseless onto the floor and lie there, gasping for breath. Sweat glues my shirt to my burning skin and a hugh cum stain covers the crotch of my pants.You milk me with your foot, wringing the last drop of cum out of my brutalised member, and then stand over me, staring the sweat and cum stained mess at your feet. "Its time to show your gratitude, Bitch..." you whisper. I groggily get up on all fours and try to offer my usual kiss to your boots, only to have you walk away. I look up, puzzled as you pick up a folded sheet of paper from the side table. "What's this?", I ask."My Wish list...", you reply,"..I think its time your tribute took a more....... tangible form". I unfold the heavy sheet of scented notepaper and gulp. The list is long and expensive, with boots by Gucci and Prada featuring heavily."I'll.....I'll do my best...." I stammer. "I'm sure you will....", you giggle,".....and as I've recorded today's little escapade, I'm sure you'll do your very, very best.". Then, with a sinking heart and with your cruel laughter echoing in my ears, I crawl, broken and disheartened, from your presence.

[MrAuz1989]

I squirm sensuously, bound hand and foot and doubled over the padded leather whipping bench. The sheer material of my slutty french maid outfit has been pulled up over my back, exposing my naked buttocks. The end of a huge rubber dildo juts obscenely from my ass. My butt tingles, gripping the dildo like a jealous lover, glorying in the tight sensation of it's massive thickness reaming my whoring bootslut ass. I writhe languidly, my whole body glowing with a hot sticky warmth. A tight leather collar grips my scrotum in a stinging embrace. An array of chains dangle from the collar, a hefty weight swinging from the end. My every movement brings a fresh wave of pain as the collar bites into my flesh, but, fuck, I'm loving it. My butt grips the dildo like a mouth while the collar smothers my nuts with scorpion kisses. Sweat bathes my face, making my mascara run down my face like dark tears. I gasp as an especially luscious wave of pleasure swamps my body, my toes curling inside my stiletto boots. I totter on the killer heels then try to improve my balance, almost tripping on the trashy crotchless panties that dangle from one booted ankle. You stand with your back to me, oblivious to my pleasure, as you inspect my latest offering from your wish list. A pair of Christian Louboutin "Lili" thighboots. You admire your reflection in a vast ornately framed mirror, your ink black camisole and the slinky leather of the boots contrasting starkly with your porcelain skin. A subdued gasp of pleasure escapes your full lips as you glide your fingertips over the sleek leather. With a cruel smile, you pivot on one four inch heel, a monsterous strap on protruding from your crotch like a battering ram, and strut across the room. You stand before me, imperious, legs akimbo and with your hands on your hips. Your massive strap on hovers like a blade inches from my lipstick smeared mouth. "You've done well, Bitch.",you murmur, cupping my head in your hands. You raise my chin until our eyes meet."The Jimmy Choo Tosca pythons next, I think..........unless you'd prefer that your dirty little secret got out?". I shake my head vigourously."Good Girl....", you whisper,"....now there is something else you can do for me.......". You move the bulbous tip of the strap on closer to my parched , wanton mouth,".....Suck it, Bitch.....", you sneer,"...suck it like the grovelling little bootslut whore that you are!". I try to place my horny lips on the tip, only to have you pull it away at the last second. You chuckle throatily as I struggle to reach the wicked black shaft. You swing it back and forth, just out of reach of my craving mouth. Finally, you relent and allow me to take the enormous shaft between my lips. I grip the polished rubber tight, relishing the taste, sucking it further into my slutty mouth. You smoothly piston your hips, sliding the moist rod in and out, the dildo and the strap on spit roasting me between them. I'm loving it, making muffled grunts of pleasure as you fuck my mouth."That's it, Bitch!", you hiss,"...suck on it until you choke. I want you to gag on my cock, you sissy whore! Suck it!". You increase your thrusts, forcing more and more of the strap on into my mouth. I gag as the thick shaft fills my mouth but still I want more. My teeth sink into the rubber as I start to choke, but you are merciless, pounding it in again and again. "Pathetic little cock sucking Slut!", you gasp, gripping the back of my head for better leverage. The huge black shaft glistens in the light, slick with saliva and lipstick. The room is silent except for the creak of the bench and the wet squelching sound of the strap on fucking my face. Finally, you pull the strap on from my mouth and wipe it clean on my cheek, daubing it with a slurry of lipstick and spit. "I think it's time we christened these boots, Bitch", you murmur. With a sly wink, you stride behind me and release the collar from my nuts, letting it fall with a clatter. Deftly, you wrap one soft hand around my turgid shaft and softly, slowly begin to stroke it. I give a low moan of pleasure as you begin to jerk me off. I almost lose it right away when, with a cheeky laugh, you grasp the end of the dildo and give it a savage twist. I jerk against the bonds as you ream my ass with one hand while wanking me with the other. Your hand grips my shaft like a tight iron band as you increase the speed of your caresses and milk me towards climax. My stockinged legs tense as you work the dildo in and out of my tingling butt. Sweat soaks the flimsy material of my dress and the surface of the bench. I give a hoarse cry as you twist the dildo like a knife in a open wound. My nuts feel as hard as musket balls while my gut feels as if it's been sucker punched. My eyes clench shut and my whole body spasms as you wank me relentlessly. "Cum for me.....", you whisper, giving an aching squeal as you jam the dildo in hard,"......coat my boots with your jizz, Bitch! I want your fucking spunk all over them!". With a final brutal thrust of the dildo and a tug on my cock, you send me screaming over the edge. I thresh against my bonds as a torrent of cum jets from my prick and coats both of your gleaming boots. You continue to stroke me, wringing every last glutinous drop from my body. My cum oozes in a shiny snail trail down the shafts of both boots and dribbles onto the floor. You pull the dildo from my ass and release me from bondage. Exhausted, I kneel groggily at your feet, dazed, sweaty and breathless. You regard me and the oily mess on your boots with disdain. Gasping, I wearily grip one booted foot in my shaking hands. Trembling, I place my cracked lips on one pointed toe and suck up a gobbet of warm salty cum into my parched mouth, grimacing as I swallow it like an oyster. I slide my tongue into each and every fold in the cum greased leather, hungrily lapping up the sticky mess and leaving a slick, spit shined trail in my wake. I weakly grasp your boots for support as I lathe them with wet, squelchy kisses, hoovering up my oily tribute. I gag repeatedly as you make me lick and suck the foul slimy goo off the dildo until it's ebony rubber shaft shines like new. When you are satisfied with my work, you have me remain still while you take several pictures of me with your cell phone. You give me an evil grin as you examine the pictures."Now, don't forget....Size 6 Jimmy Choo Tosca Pythons......". I hang my head, utterly defeated, utterly helpless, flushed with lust and shame. "I'll do my best...." I gasp. You show me the picture. I'm haggard, the sweat soaked maids dress glued to my body,my panties round my ankle. My face is smeared with lipstick, mascara and filth. "I'm sure you will, Bitch, I'm sure you will.....", you giggle as you snap the phone shut. With that, you turn on your heel and return to the mirror, dismissing me from your presence.

[MrAuz1989]

An icy, knife edge wind scythes through the deserted cemetery. I shiver beneath my heavy coat. Snow dusts the ancient tombs. I check my watch again. Your E Mailed orders were most specific. I gasp and pull my coat tight as a fresh gust of wind howls through the gravestones. You appear around the corner of a lichen covered mausoleum, an ink black pillar against a background of grey and white. You stare at me coolly, checking your watch as if expecting me to be late. Gesturing me to follow, you turn on your heel and vanish behind the mausoleum, your expensive leather coat flapping behind you like a pair of raven's wings. I follow you into the lee of the mausoleum, out of the biting wind. An old bench seat sits on a straggly patch of grass. You glance at the wet, grimy bench then stare at me. Taking the hint, I take off my coat and spread it over the bench. You give me a curt nod of acknowledgement then, without a word, thrust one gloved hand down my pants. You feel the trashy lace panties that you ordered me to wear straining to contain my erection."Good Boy....." you murmur then give my nuts a savage wrench. I give a hoarse cry of pain and fall wincing to my knees in an icy puddle. Smiling triumphantly, you sit on the bench and light a cigarette. I get goosebumps as the chill water soaks the knees of my pants and the wind knifes through my thin shirt. My nuts throb, pumping queasy waves of pain through my gut. The nauseous ache in my groin brings a tear to my eye. I blink it away then try to stand. You rest one booted foot on my shoulder and firmly hold me down. You increase the downward pressure and slowly but relentlessly force me to lie face down in the dirty water. Alighting from the bench, you deftly stand on my prone form, your stiletto heels lancing my puny body. I try not to groan as you trample me like excrement beneath your boots. I forget the cold as my wanton painslut nature takes over. My cock swells as your heels skewer my back. The fact that someone could see us only stokes the fire in my nuts. I start to writhe with pleasure, humping the cold,wet ground as you twist and grind your sharp heels into my horny flesh. My face is slick with water and filth from the puddle. I give a delighted gasp as you stand on tip toe then slam down both your heels with all your might. I squirm in ecstasy as they bite home again and again. White hot lust flushes through my whole body as I wallow like a pig in the dirt. You notice a dead cockroach laying face up on the path next to me. Gingerly, you transfix it with your heel, cracking its shell with a sharp snap before using the sole to slowly grind it into a wet pulpy mess. You climb off me and return to the bench. I kneel at your feet. You draw on your cigarette then grasp my chin with one hand and pull my mouth open. You tap your ash into my mouth then release your grip. "Ashes to ashes, Bitch......now swallow...", you whisper. I obey, choking on the acrid, gritty ash. You continue smoking, blowing smoke into my face and making me swallow every last bit of ash. Once you are finished, you drop the cigarette into the mud and crush it beneath your sole. For long moments you ignore the wet, muddy form shivering at your feet as you contemplate the mix of mud, ash and cockroach pulp besmirching your boots. Your steel blue eyes glitter as my gaze meets yours."Do you envy that cockroach, Bitch?", you murmur,"....crushed to slime beneath my boot?". I nod. A sneer crosses your face as you raise your foot and begin to nuzzle my prick through my wet, muddy pants. I tremble as the pointed toe caresses my swollen sac then I gasp as it teasingly strokes the underside of my shaft. I close my eyes as a hot mist seeps through my body. I begin to grind my crotch on your boot."Take out your cock, Bitch", you purr, your eyes aglow with sadistic pleasure. I hestitate, looking around."Now!", you hiss, emphasising the point by sharply burying one wickedly pointed toe in my nuts. I choke back a cry and, shivering, unsteadily unzip my fly. My erect prick springs forth from my panties. You give a derisive chuckle as you stare scornfully at my manhood."I didn't know it was that cold , Bitch", you scoff. I flush at your cruel laughter. You spy a thicket of wingthorn roses nearby and your smile broadens. You cross the gravel path and snap a supple wand from the overgrown bush. You flex the wand in your gloved hands, admiring the vicious rows of massive thorns. You stand in front of me, toying with the bough before slashing it down on my helpless penis. I give a sharp cry as the thorns bite into my cock, leaving welts of crimson punctures. You giggle softly as you wipe you finger down the edge of one enormous thorn, noting with satisfaction that it has drawn blood. You thrash me again and again with your improvised scourge, glorying in my torment as the thorns leave scarlet lovebites on my prick. I pant lustfully as you smother my cock with stinging blows. Again and again you chastise your worthless bootslut, wringing a horny groan from my lips with every loving stroke. You unleash a final stinging lash followed by another kick to my nuts. I fall forward onto all fours before you grasp me by my hair and push me onto my back. With the speed and grace of a panther you gently place one booted foot on my prick and begin to grind it like a discarded cigarette. I squirm on the muddy ground as you slide your sole up and down my shaft, squeezing the tip of my throbbing penis before jabbing my taut sac with your stiletto heel. My clothes are soaked and the air is frigid, but all I feel is my cock being wanked beneath your boot. My sluttish moans of pleasure begin to offend you, so you jam the thorny wand between my teeth to silence them. I bite down on the jagged rod as your sole caresses my tingling prick towards climax. You gently slap the base of my penis with the toe of your boot, making me jerk sharply with every touch. As I near the edge I bite down harder on the rose wand, gagging as the thorns pierce my tender flesh. You concentrate your sweet ministrations on the aching tip of my manhood, enveloping it in your boots crushing embrace. You slowly squeeze it, massaging it with your sole. Mindless of my surroundings, I writhe in ecstasy, relishing every hot sweet sensation of your masterful bootwank. Arching my back, I bite the wand harder to stifle my cries as I blow my load. Thick sticky wads of cum jet from my prick, soaking my shirt. It feels almost red hot against my frozen skin. I thresh from side to side as further gobbets of jiz are wrung from my welt covered cock. I tremble as you milk the last pearly drop from my throbbing prick then gasp as I flop onto my back. You tread the hot spunk into my shirt, then snatch the thorny wand from my mouth."Lick!", you hiss as you hold one foot up to my lips. I run my tongue along your sole, lathing up ash, mud, cum and cockroach pulp. You goad me to greater effort, lashing my aching chest with the rose wand. I redouble my efforts, kissing and licking your sole until every speck of filth has been removed and dutifully swallowed. You daintily raise your foot, inspecting my work. You grimace at the wet sheen of saliva that coats your sole and wipe it clean on my shirt. You return to the bench, sit down on my coat and light another cigarette. You stare at my wet, shivering, mud splattered form with icy contempt, arching one eyebrow as you shoot me a "why are you still here?" look. Resigned to completing a miserable, coatless walk of shame, I hang my head as I am dismissed, aching, frozen and saturated, from your presence.

[MrAuz1989]

The brush of the warm cling film was deceptively gentle at first, lightly kissing my skin. As you pulled it tight around my naked body its caress firmed, becoming a tight grip and finally, as you coccooned me in layer after layer of the taut film, it became a rigid, constricting shroud, leaving me trapped, as helpless and immobile as a trussed fly before a spider. You gently lay me on the floor. Your premptory E Mail demanded that I attend on you to assist with some last minutes Christmas wrapping. The last thing that I expected was that I was going to be wrapped! Only my eyes, ears and throbbing cock are left free of the smothering wrap. A short rubber tube thrust into my mouth provides my only source of air. A tight leather cock ring grips the base of my prick. All I can hear is the crackle of the fire, the hoarse rasping of my breath and the occassional squeak of the cling film. Sweat begins to prickle my skin and fill my eyes. The sensation of the film against my skin, the scent of your body and my helpless state makes my cock throb with lust, pulsing delicious waves of pleasure through my tightly bound body. My mind is filled with languid slutty desires, wishing only to be your whore, to be used for your dark desires and then cruelly discarded. I writhe inside my bonds, awaiting your pleasure. My Christmas offering sits on the floor near my hastily discarded clothes. You give a sultry smile as you pick it up and shake the box. "For Me.....?", you whisper. I nod with difficulty. You deftly tug the blood red ribbon aside and open the box. Your smile broadens as you pull one Jimmy Choo Tosca python boot from the nest of tissue paper inside. You give a delighted gasp as you glide one finger over the red and black snakeskin. You stroke the wickedly phallic heel seductively, almost seeming to wank it. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, savouring the scent of your decadent new boots."I'll be back in a minute.....", you murmur,"......don't go anywhere!", you add with a sly wink. I lie on the floor like a beached whale. I hear the sound of your footsteps approaching and try to turn my head. My heart explodes as you enter my field of vision. The Jimmy Choos cling to your slender legs like a second skin, paired with a pair of thigh high stockings and a red lace teddy. Long red satin gloves, a red lace choker and a Santa hat, perched at a jaunty angle atop your mane of platinum blonde hair, completes the ensemble. A wicked black riding crop dangles from a thong around your dainty wrist. You tower over me, sipping from a cup of eggnog. You sensuously lick white foam from your lips. "So then.....", you purr,"....have you been good this year?". I shake my head emphatically. A mock look of shock flashes across your face, followed by an expression of malevolent satisfaction."No......?", you whisper, licking your lips again, this time in anticipation. I shake my head again. You kneel gracefully, straddling my helpless form. You place the cup and the riding crop on the floor then put your lips to my ear. A tortured groan escapes from the tube. The sensation of your body rubbing mine through the hot cling film is driving me insane with desire. The malignant throb of my cock explodes into a firestorm of lust. I thresh inside my sweet prison but you pinion my head with your hands and clamp your legs tight against my sides until I cease my struggling."Too bad....." ,you gasp,"....if you'd been good i would have used you as my fucktoy this night.....oh well, maybe next year". I gasp again as you slide your hot, snakelike tongue into my ear then sit up, giggling. You pick up the ribbon from my gift and tie it around my throat, finishing it with an ornate bow."There.....much better....",you whisper,"....not that this makes you my Christmas present,Bitch. I already own you". You laugh throatily, then take my head in your hands again. Sowly, your eyes twinkling with delight, you lower your mouth to my breathing tube. Lasciviously, you run your tongue up and down the tube, then around the rim, before closing your ripe lips over the end of the tube, cutting off my air. Your legs clamp my prone form to stop me from squirming. Already light headed from heat and desire, I almost blow my load when you begin to grind your body against mine. The feeling of your crotch and breasts massaging me through the tight plastic is so intense, I shiver, despite the heat. I stare into your steel blue eyes, my whole being tingling, as you slide your lips up and down the tube, moaning as lustfully as if you were giving me a blowjob. I feel faint and dizzy and my eyes roll back in my head as I run short of air. Every sensation seeems so heightened, every sweet wave of pleasure so enhanced that I almost cry when you release the tube and I automatically gulp in several deep breaths. My relief is short lived however as you circle my throat with your hands and begin to squeeze. I choke as you tighten your grip, a look of orgiastic glee on your face. My head shakes from side to side as your fingers dig into my throat. You tenderly hush my choked moans and, with a final savage squeeze, you release my throat. A harsh rattle comes from the tube as I breathe deeply. You blow me a kiss as you stroke my thigh with the toe of your boot. You continue to tease me, repeatedly blocking the tip of the tube with one gloved fingertip, giggling at my feeble attempts at resistance then releasing the tube."You must be sooooo hot, Bitch. Want a drink?" I nod desperately. You take some eggnog into your mouth, put your lips to the tube and spit it into my mouth. You grab the end of the tube and squeeze it shut, forcing me to swallow. My choking and coughing as I gag on the warm liquid provides you with fresh amusement. Your gaze falls upon my clothes and your expression becomes reflective. You release the tube and stand up. Briskly, you take my wallet out of my pants and open it. You fan the thick wad of notes inside with a wry smile."Remember your Mistress at Christmas,Bitch...." you chuckle as you relieve me of the notes and tuck them into the top of one boot. Then you find what you are looking for, a condom.You laugh as you examine it. "This is months past its use by date, Bitch......", you snigger,"...who did you think you were going to use it on?.......Me?". You laugh again as you rip the packet open with your teeth. You return the packet to my wallet and drop my wallet on my piled clothes. You kneel next to me and gently place the condom on the tip of my rigid cock."Don't get excited, Bitch....",you sneer,"....I just don't want your filthy cum getting everywhere....". Straddling my legs, you coolly slid the condom down my shaft, then gently cup my aching nuts in one hand and squeeze them, feeling how hot and tight the scrotum is. The soft satin caressing my sac feels heavenly and I squirm beneath your gentle touch. You remove the cock ring and gently blow on my scrotum. I groan as your cool breath makes my nuts tingle then gag as you slam your fist hard into the base of my sac. I jerk into a half sitting position, notwithstanding the tight shroud. An agonised wail erupts from the tube."Silence!", you hiss, landing three quick fire slaps on my brutalised nuts. I flop back to the floor, whimpering. You take up the riding crop and slash it down on my helpless prick. i almost vomit into my mouth as a white hot painbolt explodes in my head. You bend the shaft of the riding crop, take careful aim then send the tip slamming into my right nut. You repeat the process again and again, punishing first one testicle then the other. Tears mix with the sweat filling my eyes, but my prick stiffens even more. You alternate slaps and punchs with further strokes of the crop. My breath rattles harshly as you beat me towards climax. You press my manhood flat against my stomach then rest one elbow on my bruised, grazed scrotum and press down with all your strength. I choke back a shriek of pain. With a final stroke of the riding crop, you stand over my trembling body and begin to nuzzle the base of my cock with the toe of your boot. I whine softly as the textured snakeskin kisses my sac. My mind screams for release and i struggle against my shroud, trying to thrust my prick against your boots. You sense my intentions and take your foot away. You stand over me, staring at me coldly. In my minds eye, I imagine you cutting me loose, forbidding me release and throwing me and my clothes out into the rock cold night. I gaze up at you with trepidation. Thankfully, you appear to relent. You fetch a chair and place it at my feet. You sit and softly rest your feet on my crotch. You gently squeeze my shaft between your boots and slowly, gently begin to slide them up and down my taut manhood. I piston my hips, thrusting my rod harder and harder, fucking your sweet virgin boots . You tighten your grip and start to stroke me off faster and faster. I flop back dazed as your boots wank me towards climax. I feel the first tingle in my scrotum as my orgasm draws near. I groan as the sweet sensation builds in my nuts and begins to spread. My body tenses as a hot mist of pleasure seeps up my shaft towards the tip. My prick is throbbing so much that it hurts. I close my eyes and arch my back as one last leather clad caress makes me blow my load into the condom. You massage my cock and balls, stroking them, squeezing them, milking every drop into the condom. When you have wrung me dry, you remove the condom. You cut me free from the hot clammy shroud, leaving me lying on the floor, breathless, semi conscious and bathed in sweat. You bring another cup of eggnog and empty the entire contents of the condom into it.You curtly hold the cup out to me. Wearily, I take it and drink its salty sweet contents. I gasp my thanks and try to catch my breath. A discrete cough makes me look up . You stand before me, holding a sprig of misteltoe over your boots. Taking the hint, I kneel and kiss the evily glistening snakeskin. You throw me the dank shroud of wet sticky cling film, together with my clothes, before holding the door open in a gesture of dismissal. Naked, exhausted and slimed with sweat, I juggle with my clothes and the shroud as I crawl, destitute, from your presence.

[mike_hunt65]

Just wanted to drop by and say hi!

Great pix, If I lived across the pond I would write more, but I'll leave it to the locals.

Enjoy and good luck!!

[MrAuz1989]

I kneel naked before you, my mouth dry and my throat tight. My erect prick throbs within it's tight rubber cockring and a taut ache wracks my nuts. I keep my gaze fixed firmly on the floor. You are draped elegantly over a sleek leather chaise lounge. Your svelte torso is clad in a skimpy black bra and panties combination. Elbow length leather gloves cling to your slender arms, while your skyscraper legs slide comfortably into thigh high spike heeled boots. Oblivious to my presence, you inspect your latest playthings with a practised eye, your cruel smile broadening as your fertile imagination considers the possiblities. I sway nervously, shifting my weight from one aching knee to the other until a blow from one gloved hand cracks across my cheek. You jerk my head up until our eyes meet. "Pay attention, Bitch...",you spit, following up with another slap. I try to gasp out a plea for forgiveness, but I am cut short by one venomous glance. You hold up one hand. In it is an array of leather straps and rubber shafts."Do you know what this is, Bitch?", you whisper silkily, a vicious grin spreading across your blood red lips. I shake my head mutely."This........", you giggle,"....is the closest that you will ever get to fucking me.....". You hold the device closer, explaining as if to a child."These straps go around your head.This.....", pointing to a squat black rubber dildo protruding from the inner face of the strap,"....pops into your slutty boot whore mouth.This....", pointing to a much longer dildo,"...goes into me. Understand?". I nod. You put the double dildo down and pick up another item."This little beauty is called the Invader. Do you know why, Bitch?". I look with resignation at the squat black anal plug and nod sadly."I knew you would, Bitch...", you sneer. You pick up a small remote fob and push it. The plug begins to vibrate in your hand. "10 seperate functions, Bitch....", you chuckle,".... Please me and i'll make it worth your while. Disappoint me and you'll leave here wishing you had been gelded. Got it?". I nod frantically."Good girl..." you murmur. Deftly you take up the double dildo and slide the short end between my eager lips. I suck on the shaft like a pacifier as you pull the straps tight around my head. You grimace as you hear the muffled wet sucking sounds coming from my mouth."Cocksucking little whore....", you snap. "Maybe I should have two of my well hung slaves spit roast your little skank ass....you'd enjoy that wouldn't you, Bitch?", you hiss as you adjust the buckles. I flush, too ashamed to reply."Why stop there, Bitch?Maybe I should get all of them to gang bang you in turn?". I cringe and lower my head, only to have you jerk my chin up until I am forced to look into your ice blue eyes."Fail to satisfy me and that's in your future, Bitch.....Understand?". I nod, and you shove me down onto all fours and pick up the anal plug. With sadistic relish, you coat it with lubricant until it glistens in the wan light of the room. You close your eyes as you inhale the mixed scent of latex and lube . You use one gloved finger to rub lubricant around my puckered rectum. I twitch as you smoothly slide your finger in and out of my ass, my harsh gasp muffled by the gag."You love it, you little whore.....", you chuckle as you withdraw your finger and wipe it clean on my naked back,".....now open and accept....". you place the tip of the plug against my ass and begin to push. I bite down on the gag. The plug feels enormous. My whole body tenses as you slide the plug further and further up my butt. I choke back a cry and blink away tears as the plug seems to tear my ass to shreds. My breath comes in hoarse gasps as you remorselessly ream my tortured rectum. I feel like I am going to pass out. Finally, to my relief, the plug is fully inserted and I begin to get used to the plug being lodged tight in my ass. The sharp throbbing pain subsides and I begin to feel a hot sluttish glow as my body begins to embrace the welcome invader. I clench my butt, relishing the taut sensation of my ass sucking on the plug like a giant mouth. I try to raise one hand to my throbbing prick, only to have it pushed away by one booted foot. "That's my property, Bitch......",you chide,"...and I didn't say you could touch it!". You stride to the chaise lounge and recline, toying with the remote."Want to test it, Bitch?" you ask with a sly wink. I nod furiously. You squeeze the remote and I spasm and give a muffled gasp as the plug begins to vibrate inside me. I close my eyes and savour the luscious waves of pleasure. As quickly as they start, the vibrations stop. I open my eyes to see you beckoning me closer. I crawl unsteadily to your feet."Please me and there will be more of that to come ,Bitch", you whisper. You daub lubricant onto the shaft of the dildo, sliding your gloved hand up and down in a wanking motion."Now I want you to do what you could never do with your pathetic excuse for a prick.....I want you to pleasure me, Bitch!". With that, you slide your silky black panties down over your boots and cast them aside. Seductively, you spread your legs apart. One gloved hand, coal black against your pale skin, begins to caress your clitoris, while your other hand seperates your already moist lips. I stare at the shaven perfection of your mound, the centre of my every dark sweaty fantasy. You drape your booted legs over my shoulders, the cool leather kissing my feverish skin. Delicately, I rub the tip of the dildo around your lips, then slide its entire length up and down your wet cleft and over your clit."Pussy tease......", you purr as you place your hands on the back of my head. I place the tip at the entrace to your moist box then slowly, teasingly, slide it in. The grip of your boots tightens as I slide the massive shaft in up to the hilt. Your hands claw at the back of my head, pulling me into you."YESSSSSSSS!!!!!......", you hiss, writhing in ecstasy as I slowly piston the slick rubber dildo in and out of your tight snatch. You begin to use your boots like a well trained equestrienne, using pressure to guide me where you want me to go. Your scent and the warm aroma of leather fills my nostrils as I thrust the shaft deeper and deeper into the warm depths of your body. You start to thrust your crotch against my face, impaling yourself on the dildo. My jaw and neck ache as I slam the shaft home over and over. You give an aching squeal and pull at my hair as I twist the shaft in a circular motion. I am rewarded as you switch the plug to vibrate mode."Faster,Bitch!", you gasp hoarsely, goading me on with your heels. My aching jaw is forgotten as I slam the glistening rod in harder and harder. A hoarse cry of pleasure bursts from your lips and your thighs grip my head like a vice."Thats it, my little fucktoy, faster!", you snarl, your words tailing off into a primal wail of joy as I wield the dildo like a battering ram. The room echoes with your coarse animalistic grunts as you savagely hump my face. Your spike heels dig in for better grip on my sweat slicked torso as our bodies clash. You grind your crotch against the unyielding shaft, taking it in deeper and deeper. You cease to snap commands and begin to simply use me as a human vibrator, using your gloves and boots to control my thrusts as you please. Your ivory skin is sweat sheened and strands of platinum blonde hair are glued to your forehead by perspiration. Your eyes glaze as you draw near to climax. Your thrusts grow frantic, our every clash of bodies yields a moist meaty slap and a cry of pleasure. I am blinded by sweat and dizzy with the heat. The hot ache in my crotch is countered by the agony in my neck and jaw. Your heels draw blood as they gouge my burning flesh and my skull feels like its about to be crushed between your thighs. You start spitting obscenities as your crotch and my face pound into one another. Your whole body stiffens and, with a final vicious thrust you spasm and emit a piercing scream as you climax. You force my head to your crotch and hold it there. Twitching like a landed fish you ride the wave of your orgasm, squirming with pleasure as you milk your climax of every ounce of sensation. After slowly grinding against my face for several minutes, you gingerly slid yourself off the shaft and push me to the floor like a discarded toy. Panting heavily, you close your eyes and try to catch your breath, oblivious to the quivering mess lying on the floor bathed in sweat and blood. After a few minutes, you sit up, moving stiffly. A curt snap of you fingers brings me to my knees."Your performance is barely adequate......", you state flatly,"....you could prove useful to me as a sex toy, given firm guidance and further training...". As blood trickles down my back, I wince at the thought of "further training"."For now.....", you murmur,"...take off your cockring.".I gladly discard the hated ring. You use the toe of your boot to trace a rough circle in the dust on the floor. "I want you to take that cock which I own and I want you to stroke it, Bitch", you whisper."I want your tribute inside that circle, nowhere else.Understand...?" I nod mutely. As I begin to run my hand up and down the shaft, you increase the vibrations on the butt plug. I moan as the heat in my loins is fanned by the sweet sensations from my ass. My scrotum tightens and my rod hardens as the plug and my hand draws me close to the edge. Another push of the remote switches the plug to pulse mode and I almost collapse as a fresh tide of pleasure surges through my crotch, energising my weary and aching body. My teeth bite into the dildo, my body shakes and my skin tingles as I blast my load of hot gooey cum onto the floor at your feet. I clench my sac in one hand and wring my wilting shaft with the other, milking it of every last drop. Another click of your fingers makes me drop to all fours. You brusquely unbuckle the straps on the double dildo and pull it from my mouth. You gently run one fingertip around my tender asshole. Slowly, you twist the plug one way and then the other, giggling at my agonised spasms before you slide the plug from my brutalised ass. You stride back to the chaise lounge and regard the slimed toys with distaste."You're not returning them in this state, are you Bitch?, you sneer. I take up the proffered butt plug and lathe it clean with my tongue, choking and gagging on the foul slime. You make me re-do it three times before you are satisfied. I crave to clean the dildo in the same manner, aching for a taste of your juices. You sense my anticipation and wipe the shaft clean with a cloth. "You haven't done enough to earn a taste of me, Bitch..." you murmur,"...maybe someday....". You let the last sentence hang, then thrust the short end of the dildo at me so that I may lick my spit off the short rubber shaft. When you are satisfied, you stand and regard the puddle of cum on the floor."This pathetic smear is your tribute....?", you snap. With a look of contempt you lower your foot and grind the puddle of cum beneath your boot sole. Gobbets of milky white semen ooze out from beneath your boot. You return to the chaise lounge and gesture at the smear on the floor."Remove that....", you order. I eagerly lower my head and lap feverishly at the stain, lathing up gritty dust and oily jiz alike. Once I am finished, you wordlessly hold up your foot. I batten on to your boot sole like a giant leech, savouring the flat metallic taste of your sole, the coppery tang of blood from your heel and the salty flavour of my tribute. Ravenous , I run my tongue all over your sole and heel until they glisten. You give a look of grudging approval as I gingerly lower your foot to the floor. You stroke my cheek like a favoured pet before a curt nod of dismissal allows me to crawl, bleeding, exhausted but exultant, from your presence.

[mumsboots]

god i would love to lick those clean mistress x