Boots-licking BDSM experience
I couldn’t sleep all night. 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.
I went to work but obviously, I could not concentrate all 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. I was really trying to make a very good impression on Mistress.
I drove to the place I was going to meet her but all of a sudden while I parked in front of the gate, I completely froze. What was I doing? 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.
I started breathing and I knew I had only 2 options: Or I do it and find out or else I leave and I might regret it all my life?
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……….
