As she quietly sips her tea in the living room, Angélique reflects that she has everything to be happy—or almost.
She is a beautiful woman in her forties who has achieved success. Naturally elegant, she moves in high society. Her professional career fully satisfies her, and she enjoys a fulfilling social life.
Her only failure was her marriage, though she doesn’t consider it a failure. She had married for love to a powerful man who was a perfect match for her at the time. With him, she had two children, a boy and a girl, who are now adults forging their own paths. She is proud of them and has no regrets. But as time passed, the marriage no longer suited her. Seeing that they were growing further apart year by year, she and her husband mutually decided to divorce.
Embracing Freedom: A Parisian’s Elegant Solitude
She maintains a very good relationship with him, and he has even become a friend she can rely on.
He remarried a younger woman, which was no surprise for such an ambitious man.
As for her, without even thinking about it, she hasn’t wanted to enter another serious relationship. Or rather, she no longer finds fulfillment in long-term relationships where boredom sets in too quickly.
She has no trouble attracting men; her beauty and elegance draw all kinds of suitors, giving her plenty of choices. So, believing she’s no longer suited for married life, she settles for affairs that last varying lengths of time depending on compatibility.
There’s something missing, though, something she can’t quite define. She thinks about it sometimes, like today, in the living room while drinking her tea.
She compensates for this void by savoring her freedom, comfortably settled in her magnificent apartment in central Paris.
However, she still loves sparking desire in men, seeing their admiring and excited gazes when they cross her path. She wears elegant and sexy outfits. She knows how to easily arouse a man.
Her wardrobe, in fact, is an important room in her apartment.
She spends much of her free time horse riding. Also, she still has the horse her husband gave her and regularly visits it at the equestrian center in the Paris region. She ensures the quality of its living conditions and checks on it when she has to leave Paris for a few days.
Grace at the Stables: Angélique’s Equestrian Ritual
With her tea finished, Angélique decides to stop reflecting and prepares to head to the equestrian center. Her outfit is perfect and elegant—form-fitting clothes, tall leather boots, and mid-length gloves to match. She also takes her riding crop, though she rarely uses it.
Returning from her ride after settling her horse in its stall, she sees Richard approaching. She knows this stablehand well, as he takes special care of her horse. Richard loves his job and performs it meticulously. His love for animals, especially horses, led him to this profession. He’s more at ease with animals than people, making him reserved, soft-spoken, and rarely expressive. Angélique appreciates Richard’s discretion and professionalism.
She knows she can count on him, and he’s one of the few men who can call her phone at any hour. Richard respects Angélique and admires how she carries herself with both humans and animals.
As Angélique strokes her horse, Richard approaches the stall.
- “Good morning, Madame,” he says.
- “Good morning, Richard,” she replies. “Everything going well?”
- “Nothing to report. Your horse is in good shape and eating normally.”
- “Good. Thank you.”
- “You’re welcome, Madame.”
Richard nods and walks off to check another stall.
Hooves and High Society: A Tense Stable Chat
Meanwhile, Christine, another client at the center, approaches the stall. The two women have known each other for a few years. Christine is also a wealthy, beautiful woman in her forties who loves horse riding.
- “Angélique,” she says. “You didn’t tell me you were coming today.”
- “I decided at the last minute,” Angélique replies.
- “Happy to see you, anyway. How are you?”
- “Very well. Enjoying the nice weather, like you, I imagine.”
- “Yes,” Christine says thoughtfully, watching Richard work in a stall further away. “He’s odd, that man.”
- “How so?”
- “I don’t know. I find him distant.”
- “He’s discreet,” Angélique says.
- “Yes, discretion is a quality, but he shouldn’t forget who he works for.”
- “I think he does his job well.”
- “Let’s say he could show more enthusiasm, more devotion.”
- “You’re demanding,” Angélique says with a smile.
- “Of course,” Christine replies. “If we weren’t, these people would slack off.”
- “Oh, I see,” Angélique says.
“Look at that bumpkin,” Christine says. “If it were up to me, he’d already be cleaning my muddy boots with a smile.”
- Angélique is suddenly unsettled. She’s first surprised by the word “bumpkin,” which she hasn’t heard in ages. She can’t help but laugh hearing it from this woman who seems from another era.
Dominatrix Dreams: Angélique’s Forbidden Thrill
But she’s mostly disturbed by the image of Richard kneeling, cleaning her boots. The image lingers in her mind, stirring an excitement she never imagined feeling. Christine continues her outdated rant, but Angélique isn’t listening anymore.
Regaining her composure, Angélique steps out of the stall.
- “I have to go; I’m late.”
- “Of course, me too,” Christine says, cut off mid-sentence. “We’ll call.”
- “Yes. Good evening.”
The two women part, and Angélique hurries home.
Once home, Angélique decides to take a bath. It is a good way to relax and reflect on what she felt during her conversation with Christine. She starts imagining all sorts of increasingly arousing scenarios. Richard is naked before her, on all fours, cleaning her muddy boots with his tongue. She slides her leg between his, the leather of her boot against his buttocks. She holds him on a leash by a collar around his neck. Finally, she takes her riding crop and prepares to strike his back.
Angélique is surprised by how far her imagination runs. She feels a new kind of pleasure. Fortunately, she tells herself, these are just fantasies of a dominatrix.
But she starts to question herself.
Is it just a Dominatrix fantasy?
She’s aware of the BDSM, D/s, and SM worlds, though she hasn’t explored them much, not being drawn to that kind of erotic desire. She knows the stereotypical aspects—the dominatrix outfits in leather, latex, or vinyl. She’s seen plenty in sex shops and has tried a few things, including as a submissive, but never as a dominatrix.
Yet what she feels now is more than a mere erotic game. The pleasure comes from the dynamic, Richard at her feet, her dominating. She knows it’s more than a game.
What excites her is the idea of a man offering himself to her, worshipping her like a Dominatrix Goddess, finding fulfillment in serving her. A man who allows her to be fully herself, without codes, barriers, or constraints. His pleasure lies in satisfying her at all costs.
It’s troubling because it’s both exciting and forbidden. She tells herself she doesn’t accept the idea of one person submitting to another. It’s against her principles.
But what if the other wants it? What if their happiness depends on submitting?
Love is also about giving oneself to another. This dominatrix/submissive dynamic is love in a different form. The principle remains the same; only the rules change.
Angélique laughs, imagining Richard hearing her thoughts. What a face he’d make, the poor man.
- “I need to calm down,” she says aloud, realizing she’s laughing alone in her bathroom.
She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles.
Muddy Boots and Stable Sparks: Angélique’s Return
The next day, Angélique returns to the equestrian center to ride her horse. She still feels unsettled at the thought of seeing Richard but is also excited. It rained the previous night, and the ground is muddy.
Returning to the reception after stabling her horse, saddle in hand, Angélique crosses paths with Richard. He stops to greet her.
- “Good morning, Madame. Back from a ride, I presume?”
- “Good morning, Richard,” she says. “Yes, and this mud isn’t exactly pleasant.”
- “Indeed, Madame.”
She looks him in the eyes, and Richard eventually looks away. Angélique smiles.
- “Madame, allow me to help with your saddle if you’d like.”
- “That’s very kind of you, Richard.”
Richard takes the saddle and walks with her to the reception. Angélique strides confidently ahead.
- “Look at this!” she says, showing her muddy boots.
- “They need a good cleaning,” Richard says.
- “Yes,” Angélique sighs.
Dominatrix Desire: Angélique’s Boot-Cleaning Game
In her mind, Angélique relishes the moment. She senses Richard’s desire and gives him opportunities to serve her, which he seems to enjoy. In fact, she wonders if he’ll offer something after her hint about her boots. She doesn’t have to wait long.
- “I have everything needed for cleaning, Madame. I can clean them if you’d like,” Richard says after a moment’s hesitation.
Angélique smiles.
- “Oh, would you do that for me, Richard?” she asks.
- “Yes, Madame, with pleasure. You can leave them at reception, and I’ll put them in your locker tonight.”
- “That’s very kind,” Angélique says. “I was planning to come back tomorrow.”
- “Do you have spare shoes?”
- “Yes, I brought sneakers just in case.”
- “Then it’s perfect.”
- “Yes,” she says. “It’s perfect…”
Back home, Angélique can’t stop imagining Richard cleaning her boots. She’s impatient for tomorrow to see the result. She’s discovering new sensations and loves what she feels.
To be continued
