Boot Worshipper

She gently commanded me to come closer. I shuffled forward inches away from her legs; I could smell perfume and something else. Something that was initially indefinable. A sweet musk that aroused me and pulled at a distant memory, I breathed in deeply and instantly the recollection flooded back of my first encounter with a wet pussy. She was turned on! My mistress was excited! I didn't know how to assimilate this new information, nor did I have time as she lifted her right leg up slightly from where it was crossed over the left.

‘Kiss it'

I placed my lips alongside her calf and gave the smooth, shiny, leather a slow loving kiss, my tongue describing small circles on the surface. She gave a deft flick upwards, reminding me of the choke chain.

‘No no, naughty boy' she mockingly chided me.

‘We always start with the tip'.

She let the leash out slowly and softly swung the toe of her boot towards my mouth; I placed my lips around it and closed my eyes as I French kissed her foot. The coldness of the boot combined with the fantastic smoothness and its sublime shape engulfed me. I lost control of myself and caressed it ravishingly, enjoying the feel of it. I forgot my own self preservation instincts and touched myself. One hand held the boot whilst the other reached down and cupped my balls.

A curt ‘NO!' cut straight across my reverie; I instantly dropped my hand away from my sack. She snapped up hard on the choke chain in her left hand, my throat closed and momentarily I couldn't breath. The strength in her hands and arms was amazing. I flushed, knowing I had disrespected her again, thinking of myself ahead of her. She pushed more of the boot into my mouth.

‘Love these boot's' she sneered, and filled my mouth as she pushed the toe fully in, it slowly edged into my mouth further stretching my cheeks. She pulled her foot out then pushed it in again, even harder this time. Her pace quickened as she repeatedly pulled out and kicked in again with a brutal motion.

‘These boots are going to fuck you'

Only now, when she pulled the boot out, it came out completely. Switching position again, she commanded me to lie down beneath her, this time there is no softness in voice, no cool languidness, just complete and absolute authority. I dropped down as quickly as I could and looked up at her. The sole of her left boot was just above my head. She jerked up again with the lead;

‘Suck the heel you pathetic piece of shit'

She placed the tip of the stainless steel stiletto on my lips; I kissed and caressed it with my tongue. The tip slipped inside my mouth as she applied pressure on it. The steel was frigidly cold to touch, like an icicle inside my mouth.

‘You like these best, don't you'? I knew it was rhetorical, the mocking tone made it clear, I said nothing, I was beginning to learn.

She pushed the heel in further; I started to gag as it touched the back of my mouth. She laughed at my choking sounds.

‘As you love them so much, let me fuck you with it'

She pulled her heel up and then jammed it back down again, rhythmically in and out, in and out, dragging on the side of my cheeks and scratching the tender flesh. I had an instant of time to recover from the previous thrust before the next one was upon me; wave after wave of nausea came over me as I tasted the blood inside my mouth from the sharp heel. My tongue could feel the gouges it was making on the inside of my cheek. I was a being mouth fucked by her stiletto heeled boots! I was engorged, I could actually feel my cock throbbing as I lost all sense of time. Finally, she pulled the heel out completely. I felt relieved and at the same time deeply disappointed that she had stopped. I was swallowed by a longing to have that heel back inside me. I was only truly alive when she was giving me life. Every sensation from her administrations filled me with vitality, each scrape was a heartbeat, and every tear was a breath. As I lay there looking up at her boot encased foot, I swam in the intimate details of its being. The warm metallic taste of my own blood filled my mouth as my tongue traced across the narrow canyons inside my cheek made by her heel. The sole was a warm tan color and had dark patches of wear; I felt aroused again at the thought of how much she must have worn these boots to produce such coloration. Even as I gazed up that sole, it came crashing down onto my face. The heel thrust its way through my lips again and passed my teeth like it was coming home. That sole I had so admired was pressed down hard onto my face squashing my nose such that I couldn't breathe through it. Dust from the floor was ground into my eyelids and forehead as she continued her foot back and forth in an arc stubbing out the dirt into my face.

‘Do you still love shiny boots?' she snarled as she pushed down harder and harder, my nose felt like it was beginning to swell and I could hear a low painful moan interjected with whimpering. I listen to this for a while as she rotated the heel inside my mouth before I realized I was the one making the sounds. There was an overwhelming sensation of relief as she removed the heel once more. Then she quickly resumed, but even harder this time. I began to feel more than a little scared, I sensed she was really enjoying my cries, and the intensity of what she was doing had made me just a thing. She continued, slowly and relentlessly grinding my face and mouth with the sole and heel of her boot, she flicked my tonsils with the tip of the steel and once more I gagged, this quickly developed into full blown retching and she removed her boot and grabbed my hair with one fluid motion twisting my head to one side as she did so.

‘Is poor baby alright' she laughed, I nodded and felt drained, an empty husk about to blow away. This was what they meant when they spoke of a roller coaster of emotions. She patted me on the head and bent forwards slipping off settee as she did so and crouched down on her haunches, opening her knees. She uttered very softly;

‘Repeat after me'

‘What my mistress likes, I adore'. I managed to croak it back to her. She continued,

‘I am not fit to pass any comment on the boots she chooses to wear', once more I managed to rasp a subservient echo of her words. She seemed satisfied with that and moved forward, crouching down over my face she queened me. Almost straight away, I became aware of the deep musk emanating from her pussy. It had made the gusset of her silk knickers damp. She rubbed herself lazily against my entire face; I was dazed, hurting; sore and absolutely overwhelmed with her presence. Quickly the environment around my face became humid and uncomfortably hot, I was so turned on, but unable to breath. The delicious musk became everything about me, it was my taste, my smell, my vision my own personal heat. It felt physical in between my snatched breaths as her pussy slid far enough down for me to suck air and expel it again from my lungs. She rapidly increased her movements panting as she did so, my ears were caught every now and again but I could hear the sounds she was making. Once more my cock stiffened as she moved frantically grabbing my head and forcing my face up into her silk knickers as she jerked herself to climax. As abruptly as she started, she finished. I was disappointed that I hadn't given her real satisfaction; I desperately wanted to please her. She paused a while, then stood up again, straightening her skirt and blouse as she did so, smoothing them down with her hands.

Reaching back down she adjusted the choke chain around my neck and took the slack up in her hand. She patted her side as you would to a dog, walked over to the other settee, and sat down near the full length mirror. I padded over on my hands and knees and kneeled down at her feet. My mouth was still sore and the numbing pain around my nipples glowed; but I felt myself get erect again as I saw her and her reflection in the mirror. Two divine mistresses to worship. She smiled and nodded at me,

‘Turn yourself round honey' she purred as she let out all the slack in the chain.

‘I really want you to be able to see what's going to happen', her husky voice had the texture of melted chocolate, I knew that such sensuality in her tone could only mean that I was about to experience pain, humiliation or both. Warmth spread along the length of my cock as I turned on my knees and faced the mirror.

‘Assume the position' I wasn't sure what the position was, my hesitancy was reflected in subtle change in her body language, I could see her tensing up and felt the chain shift along my back. I quickly guessed at all fours and parted my legs, my rear end facing towards her beautiful form. I felt no smack of redemption so assumed I had got it right. Holding my position, I decided to risk a glance over my shoulder as I awaiting my next command. It came even as I did so.

‘Look into the mirror bitch', I watched our reflections as she placed one leg either side of mine and pulled me back towards her, levering the choke chain to pull my neck up. I shuffled myself quickly backwards to avoid the strangulation of the chain.

‘Watch bitch' she growled and slid back onto the settee, she drew her right leg back and placed the other over the top and laid the tip of her stiletto against the bottom of my spine. I felt a quiver travel down my back bone which terminated in an abrupt shake. She laughed and slid the black encased apex of the steel heel down a few centimeters more, as the tip grazed the soft skin around my rectum, I closed my eyes and clenched involuntarily.

‘Open your fucking eyes and watch bitch', I opened them again and saw her press home the heel into the grip of my puckered anus. It quivered as she pushed a little harder. The dark rubber of the stiletto point was thrown into relief by the whiteness of my skin, it only just parted the entrance to my anus, but it felt like someone had shoved fist up there. My rectum puckered again and resisted as she pressed vigorously; the pain was excruciating but delicious, the opening around my arsehole parted and the sphincter muscles were pushed apart as she eased the heel in. The rubber protector at the end of that solid steel shaft was swallowed by my passage. It had only gone in less than a quarter of an inch when she pulled it back again, supporting her leg with both hands as she did so. As she withdrew I was suddenly thrown back to a distant memory of being 14 years old and ‘experimenting' with my slightly older cousin, she had tossed me off and slid her pinkie into my anus as I came. It had been the most intense orgasm of my adolescence and I had shot all over her arm and most of the posters on her wall. She had been most unimpressed and kicked me out of her room, thinking back I really wish she had told me to lick it off, because I would have gladly done so.

‘Focus on what I am doing to you'; her crystal clear command brought me well and truly to the present as I saw the heel slide in further into my arse, the brittle coldness of the stiletto was in sharp contrast to the hot stabbing pain travel through my gut. I could see and feel more and more of the heel being taken in. The stiletto was smooth and cold, but the rubber tip felt hard and linear, I could sense every millimeter of its abrupt edges as it scraped its way into me. Then like a receding tide she pulled back, then forward again; each slow methodical stroke pushed a little further into me. The penultimate stroke took the stiletto in all the way to the sole of her beautiful shiny boots; she twisted it slightly left and then right. The edge of the rubber tip gouged into my insides. She rocked back and forth on the fulcrum of my spine, thrusting the heel in and out of my anus. Then with a flourish, she pulled it out once more, her eyes locked on mine as I watched it all.

‘Tell me what you see bitch', I tried to form words, but all I managed was a big fat tear which ran down my left cheek. She laughed and smirked as she pushed the heel in again.

‘Lost the power of speech you pathetic wanker. Not so quick to tell me now what you think are you?' She pulled the heel out dropping it down to the floor and simultaneously pulled up sharply on the choke chain.

‘When I fucking well tell you to describe what you see, you will fucking do it' she accentuated her statement by leaning forward and wrapping the chain around her hand, so a series of quick successive jerks made me feel like I was going to be garroted.

‘Back again fuckwit' she commanded as she rested her leg on my cheeks. The back of her boot felt cold whilst her shaft felt wet and warm on my skin.

‘This time, I want you to describe what I am doing to you'. Once more she began parting my soft tissue around my anus and pushed forward, she stopped and raised her eyebrows at me. I licked my lips and attempted to provide a humiliating commentary on her complete domination of my body. I found myself stuttering again;

‘Y-y-y-ou are f-f-f-fucking me up m-m-m-y arse'

‘Jeesssus fucking Christ, what are you some sort of retard' she spat out.

‘I'm only playing with you, this isn't even close to fucking someone up the arse' and she rammed it in hard and fast. Just as quickly, she pulled it out; using both feet, she kicked me forward onto my face.

‘You need to know what its like to be fucked' her mocking tone filled the air as she stood up pulling on the chain around my neck. I was dazed, I had taken the brunt of my collapse on my face, and my nose and lips had a dull ache and throbbing background to them. I moved up as quickly as I could as she pulled me over to the settee once more.

‘But that can wait. Right now you need to clean these' she proffered up the heel that had just been fucking me.

‘After all you are the dirty fucking bitch that made them this way'

It dawned on me that she wanted me to lick clean the stiletto heel that had been thrust deep inside my arse. It was coated in mucus and what looked like trails of blood.

‘Don't just fucking look at it, clean it you fucking pathetic piece of shit.'

Once again, I took one of her boot clad legs in my hand and raised it towards my mouth. The difference was this time I wasn't sure if I was excited, turned on or just scared. The idea of sucking off something that had just been used to fuck me intimidated the hell out of me. As the steel heel passed between my lips and I tasted the salty tang of my own lubrication, another veneer was laid down that said you cease to exist as a person . I licked my own blood and fluids off the shaft and sealed my own psyche as a slave bound to her whims. I took the whole stiletto in my mouth up to that gorgeous tan sole with its intricate pattern of wear that had so turned me on only 30 minutes before.

‘Good boy, you see what you can achieve when you put your mind to it?' the warmth in her voice made me feel worthwhile; she smiled at me and stroked my hair. There was an unspoken divided that had been crossed, I felt I was on the side of the chosen. She looked quizzically at me

‘Would you like to wank yourself'? Something about her intonation told me this wasn't just a question of what I wanted; it was a question of my understanding of my role in this relationship. My answer now would either affirm my position or destroy it. I cast my eyes down not daring to look a goddess in the face and replied as meekly as I could

‘I do only what you want me to do mistress'. This answer pleased her; she allowed another smile to play on her face.