absolutchocolat
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inspired by a lovely friend of mine!
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I am awaiting the arrival of my Mistress. She was rather cryptic in her text message to me today, stating simply, “I have a surprise for you, slut. Greet me on your knees today. No clothing.”
A part of me was scared, for surprises from Mistress are not always pleasant. My mind raced, wondering what it could be. Could it be a flogging for some infraction? No way. I’ve been on my best behavior lately. A reward for good behavior? Perhaps. I pace back and forth while anxiously waiting to hear the key in the lock. Click. I hear keys jingling, and I fall to my knees as I feel a rush of air from the outside.
My heart is beating wildly when she steps in the door of my apartment, wrapped in a long black coat to shield her frame from the cold winter winds. I cast my eyes down to the floor, automatically granting her the reverence she deserves. “You may look up,” Mistress purrs sweetly. Whew, I thought. I’m not in trouble. I raise my gaze to her face as she pets me on the head as a greeting. My skin tingles as she strokes my hair; I long for her touch when she is away. I know, however, that more contact will require some sort of task, and I eagerly wait for further instructions.
“Notice anything different?” Mistress asks coyly.
My eyes roam her body, stopping to look at her shiny black leather boots. I nod yes, admiring their sleekness. I cannot help but notice the way they accentuate her shapely calves. She looks down at me with a naughty grin. “Show me how much you like them, slut.” With that, Mistress places a foot on my shoulder and lightly pushes me backwards. I lean up again the couch, sitting flat on the floor, her left boot in my hands. I inhale the scent of the supple leather before planting a kiss squarely on the toe. Planting several more kisses along the sides, I look up at Mistress for approval.
“Come on, bitch. I know you can do better than that. Use your tongue!” she shouts.
“Yes, ma’am,” I say quietly. I avert my gaze quickly and obey.
My tongue slides up and down her left boot, slowly and methodically. I take the heel of it into my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop, tracing the tip of my tongue along the length of it. Mistress seems pleased. She moves it in and out of my mouth, as if it were a tiny cock.
“You’re a good little, bitch today. Now do the other one,” Mistress commands.
I bring the toe of her shoe to my mouth and suck on the tip of it very gently. My tongue slides over every inch of the lustrous material, lightly coating it in my saliva. “Mmm,” I moan as she grabs my hair to guide my mouth.
Releasing my head and lowering her right foot, my beautiful Mistress slides out of her boots. I quickly place them aside and begin suckling each of her pedicured toes. “Good girl,” she purrs. Having the privilege of kissing her lovely feet makes my panties moisten with desire. I hold one foot in my left hand, while timidly sliding my right hand towards my pussy to touch myself. Mistress notices and gives my face a quick slap.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself, cunt?” she inquires with a stern look.
“No, ma’am,” I answer, fearfully.
Mistress yanks me by the hair and forces me to bend over on the sofa. She gives my ass a hard smack as a primer.
“I see I’ll have to teach my slut some manners,” she says.
She exits the room, and I quiver with excitement. Her punishments, painful or not, always excite me. Mistress returns with a strap-on dildo in hand. She gives me a stern look, and drops the device on the floor. I rush to pick it up, and assist her in putting it on. She doesn’t have to ask. I continue kneeling after I adjust it to her specifications.
“Open up your filthy mouth,” Mistress commands, dildo in hand. I oblige as she grabs my hair and shoves it deep enough to choke me. I cough and struggle with her cock momentarily, while looking into her eyes. Mistress enjoys watching me choke on her cock, eyes watering and struggling for breath. She thrusts in and out of my mouth with an easy rhythm, keeping a firm grip on my hair while fucking my throat.
“Good girl,” she purrs. “Mistress likes when you take it nice and deep.”
She reaches down to plug my nose, making me gag and cough a little more. She eases her cock out of my mouth, and begins slapping my tongue and lips with it.
“Are you ready to be a good girl again?” she asks. I nod yes. “Bend over the couch.”
I quickly obey her, eager for more play. Mistress places both hands on my curvy ass, rubbing each cheek. She gives it a hearty smack, and I hiss with pleasure from the stings. She continues to slap one cheek while she teasing my pussy with one finger, grazing my clit very lightly and circling my labia. My body tenses and shudders with each movement of her hand; she is very skilled at tormenting me with minimal effort.
“Mmm,” I purr as she strokes me. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Without warning, she stands up and forces her dildo into my now soaking wet pussy, deep and hard. I brace myself for more teasing and denial. Mistress slowly slides out of me, slapping her cock against my asshole for good measure. “Now be a good girl and lick it clean.” I humbly get on my knees, mouth open, ready to lap up every drop of my juices from Mistress’ cock. I aim to please.
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Ode to Leather Boots. - 
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