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.
After leaving the office, Angélique decides to go shopping. She didn’t sleep much, having spent the night thinking and fantasizing. Nevertheless, she feels energized. She wants to find a pair of riding boots. Instead of a classic model, she looks for something sexier.
After visiting several stores, she finds the perfect pair. They’re expensive, but she can easily afford them. The boots are leather with heels, square heels about 8 cm high. They have decorative spurs with slight points, are brown and black, and reach the knees.
Trying them on, Angélique already imagines herself in front of Richard wearing these stunning boots. She pictures his gaze, his desire. Even in the store, they make an impression. Angélique feels confident in her beauty and desirability.
After her purchase, she hurries home to prepare for the equestrian center. She puts on the boots and checks herself in the mirror one last time before leaving.
Her stride is confident as she heads to the center’s reception. She goes straight to her locker to see Richard’s work, and she’s not disappointed. The boots are not only clean but polished, looking brand new. A man who does more than asked, Angélique likes that concept.
Boots and Bonds: A Tale of Subtle Submission
Richard left a note in an envelope with the boots. Angélique takes her time to read it:
- “Madame, I hope you’re satisfied. I took the liberty of polishing your boots. Richard.”
Angélique can’t help but smile at the note. It subtly shows Richard’s desire to please her. She decides to explore this further at the next opportunity. And she knows she’ll soon have another chance to test Richard’s submission, which excites her greatly.
Angélique grabs her saddle and crop and heads to the stall.
She sees Christine arriving at her horse’s stall. Christine spots her and approaches.
- “Good morning, Angélique. How are you?”
- “Good morning, Christine,” Angélique says while preparing her horse. “Very well, thank you.”
Suddenly, Christine lets out a cry of admiration.
- “Oh my God, the boots!” Christine says.
Angélique glances at her new boots.
- “Oh, yes,” Angélique says, smiling. “I found them today.”
- “They suit you perfectly,” Christine says. “And those heels! They are so classy!”
- “Thank you,” Angélique says.
- “Where did you buy them?” Christine asks.
- “Oh, no, I won’t tell you,” Angélique replies.
Angélique leads her horse out of the stall.
- “Come on, tell me,” Christine pleads.
- “No,” Angélique says, laughing as she walks away.
Muddy Games: The Dance of Desire
The ground is still muddy today, and after her ride, Angélique deliberately dirtied her boots. Like a capricious child or rather a capricious Dominatrix Goddess, she chose the muddiest spots to leave marks for cleaning.
With some satisfaction, she returns her horse to the stall and heads to the reception, hoping to see Richard.
As if on cue, Richard appears and approaches to greet her. Angélique locks eyes with him and notices he can not resist glancing at her boots.
- “Good morning, Madame.”
- “Good morning, Richard. Thank you for the boots—they’re magnificent thanks to you.”
- “You’re welcome, Madame. It was a pleasure… I see you have new boots.”
- “Yes, indeed, and they’re already dirty. Do you like them?”
- “Yes, they’re very beautiful.”
They walk side by side. Angélique senses Richard’s hesitation. He looks at the ground while walking, and she smiles at his uncertainty.
- “If you’d like, I can clean your boots,” Richard offers.
Angélique is thrilled inside and decides to push further to see his reaction.
- “Oh, that’s very kind, Richard,” she says, “but I wanted to wear them tonight for going out.”
Richard seems surprised by her response and hesitates again.
- “Then I suggest doing it now if you have a moment,” he says.
She stops and looks at him.
- “Really?” she asks. “You’d do that for me?”
- “Yes, of course, Madame. You’re a valued client.”
Nice answer, she thinks, smiling.
- “But I don’t want to take up your time,” she says.
- “No problem,” Richard says. “It’ll be quick. Come with me to the workshop. I have everything there.”
The Art of Devotion: A Ritual of Care
He gestures to take her saddle, and she lets him carry it to her locker. Then they head to a room further away that serves as a workshop. Entering, Angélique realizes it’s something of a sanctuary for Richard.
He motions for her to sit in an armchair while he fetches a box with cleaning supplies. He returns with brushes, and polishes, along with a small stool he places in front of her feet.
- “You can place your foot on the stool,” Richard says.
Angélique rests her right sole on the stool and watches as Richard kneels before her and begins working. He cleans and polishes the leather meticulously. Angélique enjoys watching him and feeling his work on her boot. Richard avoids looking at her, focusing intently on his task. Angélique smiles.
- “You’re experienced.”
- “Yes, Madame, I’m used to it.”
She moves her foot to test his reaction. He doesn’t flinch, adjusting to her movement.
- “If I may,” Richard says, “I’ll lift your foot to clean the sole.”
- “Go ahead,” Angélique says.
The Art of Devotion: A Ritual of Care
Richard gently lifts her foot, brushing the sole while holding her heel so she doesn’t have to exert effort. This position heightens Angélique’s excitement, and her imagination runs wild—Richard kissing her sole, her pressing her boot against his face. When he finishes, he sets her foot down.
- “Let’s move to the other,” Richard says.
Angélique places her left foot on the stool, and Richard starts cleaning. He lifts her foot to clean the sole, then sets it down.
- “There, Madame. I hope I wasn’t too long.”
- “It’s perfect, Richard.”
Angélique stands quickly, positioning herself in front of Richard while he’s still kneeling. Her legs nearly touch his face, and he blushes. This brief moment of his apparent submission feels deeply satisfying to her. Then she steps back slowly, inspecting her boots as if checking his work.
“I have a mirror,” Richard says. “You’ll see better.”
Mirror of Mastery: The Dance of a Dominatrix
He stands and retrieves a mirror from a drawer. He kneels again to place it on the floor. Angélique is astonished. It’s as if Richard wants to kneel before a Dominatrix Goddess. She pretends to inspect her boots in the mirror but is really watching Richard. He observes her, and when their eyes meet, he looks down.
Angélique takes her time, pretending to check every detail to ensure perfection.
- “Oh, I think I see a mark on the heel,” she says suddenly to test his reaction.
Richard grabs a cloth and quickly polishes her heel.
- “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t notice.”
- “I’m sure you’ll do better next time, Richard,” Angélique says gently.
Richard blushes and polishes her heel vigorously. Her comment is bold, but Angélique feels emboldened as she gains control. She’s acting like a true Dominatrix Goddess.
- “Yes, Madame,” Richard says. “I’ll be more careful.”
- “Good,” she says. “I must go now; I’ll be late. See you soon, Richard.”
Richard starts to stand.
- “No need to see me out,” Angélique says, walking off confidently.
By the time Richard stands, mirror in one hand, cloth in the other, Angélique is gone. He’s left feeling awkward yet pleased.
Echoes of Submission: The Dilemma of a Dominatrix
That night, in bed, Richard can’t stop thinking about Angélique. He recalls cleaning her boots, letting his imagination take over. Suddenly, Angélique becomes stricter, ordering him to lick her boots. His excitement builds as he pleasures himself, unable to contain it, spilling under the covers. After catching his breath, he lifts the blanket to assess the mess and sighs.
- “Well done, Richard,” he mutters.
Meanwhile, Angélique is at home on her sofa, a glass of red wine in hand. She reflects on Richard cleaning her boots and what she has felt. She wonders who she is in those moments and what she truly desires. Then she realizes it’s Richard who’s been expressing his desires. He offered to clean her boots, and she merely accepted his service. Does that make her a dominatrix? Is she really in control?
A few days later, Angélique is back at the center. She wears her usual riding outfit with her heeled boots and high-quality mid-length leather gloves. After a forest ride, she calmly returns to the stalls.
Muddy Boots and Hidden Desires
Richard is there, as expected. He greets her, takes charge of her horse, and steals glances at her muddy boots. Angélique smiles at his attempt to hide his interest and the blush it brings to his face. Richard removes the saddle and prepares Hannah prepares the stall.
- “I’ll walk you to the changing rooms, Madame.”
Without a word, Angélique turns and heads to the changing rooms, Richard following with her gear. They soon reach the changing rooms. Richard stores her equipment and turns to her.
- “Madame, would you like me to clean your boots?”
- “Hmm… I don’t know, Richard. I don’t want to impose,” she replies.
- “Not at all, Madame. I’d be happy to do it.”
- “Fine. I’m in a rush and can’t leave them. Let’s do it now.”
- “Very well, Madame. I’ll wait in the workshop.”
Richard heads to the workshop. Angélique grabs her bag and follows.
Seeing Angélique enter, Richard gestures for her to sit in the armchair. He kneels before it, the stool between his thighs. Angélique sits and places her right sole on the stool. Richard begins a meticulous cleaning. Angélique sighs. She watches him with a faint smile but feels a touch of boredom. The boot-cleaning is pleasant but growing repetitive. She wants to go further but hesitates.
Thorns of Control: The Stand of a Dominatrix
Paradoxically, she wishes Richard would suggest something more, and ask her to dominate him further. But then, she’d just be following his lead.
At that moment, Richard pauses and looks up at her face.
- “Madame?” he asks.
She wasn’t expecting this, and despite herself, her eyes had sparkled at what he might say.
- “Yes, Richard?” she says, sitting up.
- “Well… I’d like to know if you’d want me to lick your boots.”
Angélique is silent for a moment, unsure how to react. Richard is flushed with excitement and avoids her gaze.
Angélique feels anger rising. This wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
- “You want to lick my boots, Richard?” she says coldly.
- “Yes, Madame, I’d be honored.”
Angélique stands abruptly.
- “Have you no shame?” she asks.
Richard is startled by her reaction.
- “Madame… I’m sorry…”
- “Am I just a sexual object for you to manipulate at will? You’re using me to fulfill your fantasies,” she says firmly.
- “No, Madame… I…”
- “Be quiet.”
Power Reclaimed: A Lesson in Submission
Richard falls silent, kneeling with his head bowed, embarrassed.
- “Have you ever considered what would please me, Richard? Instead of thinking only of yourself and your pleasure,” she says confidently, without raising her voice.
- “I’m sorry, Madame,” Richard repeats.
- “Poor excuses, Richard,” she says. “Are you a man or a child?”
- “I…”
- “You’ll lick my boots if I desire it and when I decide,” she says.
- “Yes, Madame.”
- “And right now, my pleasure is to see you completely naked, Richard.”
She watches as Richard remains kneeling, head down. He begins undressing, placing his clothes in front of him. Angélique smiles and circles him playfully. Richard is soon fully naked, kneeling, his clothes and rubber boots on the floor. Angélique passes in front of him, kicking his clothes. She stands before him.
- “Well, stand up, Richard,” she says. “Let me see your body.”
Richard rises slowly, hands covering his erection. Angélique savors the moment, smiling as she looks at him.
- “Hands behind your back,” she orders.
Mud and Mastery: A Lesson in Obedience
Richard obeys, eyes down, revealing his erection. Angélique admires his muscular, virile physique. She circles him, her heels clicking loudly. Returning to his front, she notices his muddy rubber boots.
- “Oh, Richard,” she says mischievously. “You can fulfill your fantasy after all. Look at your filthy boots.”
Richard glances at them silently.
- “Well, Richard?” she says. “What are you waiting for? Lick those dirty boots.”
- “Yes, Madame.”
Richard drops to all fours and begins licking the boots. Meanwhile, Angélique places her sole on his buttocks.
- “Well, Richard? Where’s your gratitude?” she asks, smiling.
- “Thank you, Madame,” Richard says, licking the mud.
- “What are you thanking me for?” she asks.
- “For letting me lick your boots, Madame,” he replies.
- “Good,” she says, pressing her foot against his buttock.
After a while, Angélique tires of watching him lick mud.
- “Stop, Richard,” she orders. “Kneel.”
Command of Desire: The Will of a Dominatrix
Richard obeys quickly, relieved to stop. His erection persists, his face showing both shame and excitement. Angélique smiles at him.
She stands to his left. He doesn’t dare turn to look but feels her gaze.
- “I want you to complete your fantasy, Richard,” she says.
- “Madame?” he replies, unsure what’s next.
- “You’re so aroused, Richard,” she says. “I can’t leave you like this. You need release.”
- “Madame… I…”
- “Are you stupid?” she says sternly. “Masturbate, Richard. And I want to see your seed spill on your boots.”
- “Uh… Yes, Madame,” he says.
Richard grips his penis and begins stroking. Angélique moves behind him so he can’t see her. She places her gloved hand on his shoulder. Richard moans as he pleasures himself.
Ecstasy at Her Feet: A Command of a Dominatrix
Angélique speaks softly.
- “Good, Richard,” she says.
She runs her hand over his face, heightening his arousal. Then she slides her hand into his hair, grips a handful, and gently pulls his head back. She presses her legs against his back, her foot on his buttock, pulling his hair and resting her other hand on his shoulder.
Richard climaxes, ejaculating onto his boots and clothes, letting out a groan of pleasure.
Angélique releases him, and he collapses to all fours. She stands behind him, stunning, legs apart, smiling.
He breathes heavily, trying to regain his composure.
- “Thank you, Madame…”
- “Are you thanking me by showing me your backside, Richard?” she says, amused.
Richard scrambles to face her, lying flat, his face inches from her booted feet.
- “That’s better,” she says.
Richard kisses the floor.
- “Thank you, Madame,” he says. “I’ll do anything to fulfill your desires, Madame.”
- “Hmm… We’ll see, Richard,” she says.
Angélique pulls a business card from her bag and tosses it to the floor in front of him.
- “Here’s my address,” she says. “Be there at 8 p.m…. And take a shower, Richard.”
- “Yes, Madame.”
Angélique strides out of the workshop, her heels clicking. Her step is assured. Richard remains sprawled on the floor until this magnificent Dominatrix Goddess is gone.
To be continued.
