Boots-licking BDSM experience
I couldn’t sleep all night. The next morning, I put the address that Mistress sent me on the Internet to see where we were going to meet. I was hoping it was again in a public place but on my search, I found out it was a residential address.
Then, I went to work but obviously, I could not concentrate all day. At the end of this long day, I went home to get ready for my second date with her. I took a long shower, shaved perfectly well, and wore my favorite cologne. I chose a white long sleeve shirt, gray pants, and black shoes. Obviously, I was really trying to make a very good impression on Mistress.
When I was driving to go to her place, I felt so excited to meet her finally! But all of a sudden while I parked in front of the gate, I completely froze. What was I doing? I wondered what was going to happen in there. What if she was not alone? Should I stay or should I go? Is this what I really want? I had so many questions and unfortunately, I had no answer for either of them.
Then, I started breathing and I knew I had only 2 options: I do it and find out or I leave and I might regret it all my life.
Behind Closed Doors: A Surreal Encounter with Mistress!
I jumped out of the car and without hesitation, I rang the bell. A man completely naked but wearing pink panties opened the door and invited me in. I kept staring at him without moving and he said,
- “Follow me, Mistress is waiting.”
So I did.
He took me to the leaving room and left closing the doors behind him. Mistress was there sitting on a red leather couch, she was sipping white wine and barely looked at me.
I didn’t know what to say or if I should even say something so I stood there, in front of her. As in the restaurant, she was radiant but this time she was wearing black latex pants, a very tight corset, and incredible tall boots to match.
- “Do you like what you see boy, she asked.”
Omg she caught me staring at her and I felt so ashamed.
- “Yes, Mistress I do!”
- “Ok come and sit by my side but on the floor, I need someone to lick my boots cause I see little spots all over.”
Nervously I walked to her, sat on the floor, and started doing my job of boots licking. It felt so good, I even liked the taste. When I was done I stopped and she looked at me and in a demanding voice said…
- “Who told you you could stop?”
I said,
- “But Mistress I think I cleaned them well.”
She pushed me with her foot and I fell on my back. She looked me straight in the eyes and said:
- “You do not think! You obey and it’s me who does the thinking, Understood boy?”
- “Yes, Mistress”, I said……….
This story reads like a first draft. It needs to be punctuated so that readers can glide through it and participate in the story, rather than be confused by the awkward presentation.
The principle of making it difficult for a sub to perform his humiliating tasks applies to the story’s content, not to the writing itself. It’s good to have the slave crawling on his knees with hands cuffed behind his back as he bends down to lick the dirt from the boots of the cruel Mistress, while She whips him with Her riding-crop. But don’t, as a writer, force your reader to stop and try to figure out what’s going on, and who said what to whom. That mistake turns off the reader, who logs off your site and goes hunting for a well-written piece instead, some place else.