A few minutes later, Angélique, the magnificent Dominant Goddess, reappears in her equestrian outfit. This Dominatrix wears tight black pants, high red leather boots with stiletto heels, long red leather gloves, and a low-cut white blouse that reveals her breasts. Richard’s eyes widen at the sight of such a beautiful and sexy outfit. He can’t help but get an erection.
Under the heel of a Dominatrix
Angélique clicks her heels toward Richard’s raised face, who remains still. He finds himself nose-to-nose with her boots, able to smell the leather. His field of vision is now limited to Angélique’s boots. She lifts her foot, places it on Richard’s head, and pushes it toward the floor.
- “Come now, little thing! I want you on the ground.”
Richard turns his head to the side, pressing his cheek against the floor under the pressure of Angélique’s sole.
- “Yes, Madame.”
Angélique presses her heel against Richard’s cheek.
- “From now on, you will call me Mistress, little thing.”
As Richard opens his mouth to respond, Angélique digs her heel deeper into his cheek, which slips between his teeth, making it harder to speak.
- “Yes, Mistress.”
Angélique smiles at his pronunciation.
- “What did you say? I didn’t understand.”
She presses her heel a bit deeper into his cheek.
Richard makes an effort to improve his pronunciation despite the heel digging into his cheek. He speaks loudly.
- “Yes, Mistress.”
Angélique removes her heel, relieving Richard. She steps away and returns with her riding crop in hand.
- “On all fours.”
Richard quickly obeys, positioning himself on all fours before his Dominatrix. She approaches and places the tips of her soles on his hands, which are pressed to the floor. Richard feels the weight of her soles on his hands. He clenches his teeth. His head is now between Angélique’s boots.
- “Lower your head to the floor and raise your buttocks, little thing.”
Richard arches as best he can, raising his buttocks as high as possible while bringing his head closer to the floor. Angélique takes the opportunity to press harder on his hands, making him groan in pain.
- “Silence, little thing!”
Lessons in Submission: Angélique’s Discipline
Richard holds back and stops groaning. Angélique smiles with satisfaction, seeing the effort he makes to obey her. She raises her crop and gives him a sharp strike on the buttocks. Richard’s body spasms at the moment of the strike. He lets out a small cry, which he immediately suppresses. Angélique observes him without moving. Then she removes her soles from his hands and circles him slowly, her heels clicking loudly, waving her crop and brushing it against his skin.
- “What is a good submissive?”
Richard thinks about the right answer.
- “An obedient submissive, Mistress.”
- “Yes, but what else?”
- “He worships his Dominant Mistress!”
- “Very good… And?”
- “He…”
Angélique raises her crop.
- “He is punished if he makes a mistake, Mistress.”
Angélique lowers her crop and pauses to think.
- “Well, that’s true too.”
- “Thank you, Mistress.”
Then suddenly, she raises the crop again and strikes him even harder. Richard is surprised and feels his buttocks burning.
- “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
- “Why are you sorry for?”
- “My answer wasn’t satisfactory, Mistress.”
- “Did I say that?”
- “Uh… No, Mistress, but…”
Bound by Desire: The Boots of the Dominatrix
Angélique delivers a strike with the crop on Richard’s back, who clenches his teeth.
- “Are you thinking for me, little dog?”
- “No, Mistress, I…”
Angélique strikes him again, hard, with her crop.
- “What?”
- “I… I apologize, Mistress.”
- “Do you think you deserve punishment?”
As Richard thinks about his response, Angélique strikes him again with her crop.
- “Yes, Mistress, I deserve it.”
- “Hmm, so you’re an expert in domination now.”
- “No, Mistress, I…”
Angélique delivers another strike with the crop on Richard’s reddened back.
- “What did you say?”
Richard catches his breath. Angélique stands in front of him, her boots close to his face.
- “I… I trust you, Mistress.”
Richard feels both excited and burning. The proximity of his face to the leather of Angélique’s boots makes him forget the pain. Angélique enjoys his state and smiles.
- “Do you desire to lick the leather of my boots?”
- “Yes, Mistress,” Richard responds without the slightest hesitation, making Angélique laugh.
- “You’re suddenly very sure of yourself.”
- “Yes, Mistress.”
- “And yet, you’ve already spent hours with my boots and shoes tonight.”
- “It’s different when you’re wearing them, Mistress.”
- “Oh, really? Why is that?”
Richard searches for a way to express his answer. Angélique, not being very patient, gives him a strike with her crop.
- “I prefer licking your boots when you’re wearing them, Mistress.”
She gives him another strike with the crop.
- “I asked you why.”
- “Because it’s you, Mistress. Because I love you, and you’re magnificent in your boots.”
- “Hmm… Alright, I’ll accept that answer, but you’ll need to do better in the future.”
- “Yes, Mistress.”
- “Is that all?”
- “I…”
Devotion at the Feet of this Beautiful Dominatrix
She strikes Richard again with her crop.
- “I apologize, Mistress. I assure you I’ll do better.”
- “Oh, glad to hear it.”
She gives him another strike with the crop. Richard lets out a cry of pain he can’t hold back.
- “I’m sorry for crying out, Mistress.”
- “You can cry out. It’s the whimpering that bothers me.”
- “Thank you, Mistress.”
- “Flat on your stomach.”
Richard collapses to the floor with relish, letting out a sigh. Angélique steps back a bit and stands in front of him, legs slightly apart.
- “You’ve earned a little treat. Crawl to me and lick my boots, little dog.”
- “Yes, Mistress.”
Richard summons his energy to crawl to her and eagerly begins licking her boots with passion. Angélique laughs at such motivation. She taps his face with her boot.
- “Apply yourself. Remember, these are my boots you’re licking, dirty dog.”
- “Sorry, Mistress. I apologize. I’ll apply myself.”
Angélique stamps her heel on the floor.
- “Get to work.”
Richard sticks out his tongue and applies it with both strength and delicacy to the leather of the boot. Angélique watches him closely, waving her crop.
- “I want impeccable results. I’m not joking.”
- “Yes, Mistress. I will satisfy you.”
Under Her Control: Angélique’s Dominance
Angélique takes the opportunity to set down her crop and check her phone for messages. She walks around the living room while Richard follows as best he can, tongue out. She nudges him when he’s in her way and doesn’t hesitate to push him with a kick of her heel. Finally, she settles on the couch, crosses her legs, and continues using her smartphone. Richard positions himself on his knees in front of her and resumes his task diligently, ensuring he doesn’t miss any part of the leather on each boot.
After a while, Angélique puts down her smartphone and looks at Richard, who is finishing the second boot. She can see his excitement is intense.
- “Good, that’s enough.”
Richard stops licking and kneels before her. Angélique inspects her boots to judge Richard’s work, then looks at him with a smile.
- “You do this so well, little dog.”
- “Thank you, Mistress.”
She crosses her legs and swings her booted leg in front of Richard.
- “Come closer.”
Richard moves forward, still on his knees.
- “Closer. Hurry up, I don’t like to wait.”
He advances, passing his legs over Angélique’s boot, which she uses to lift her leg and press the leather of her boot against Richard’s private parts.
- “Stop. That’s perfect.”
Richard holds his breath, feeling the pressure on his balls. Angélique stares at him.
- “Look at me.”
Owned by Angélique: A Tale of Submission
He looks up at her and sees her determined gaze, which impresses him. She smiles, pressing her boot against his balls, causing him to take a deep breath.
- “Do you trust me?”
- “Yes, Mistress… I trust you.”
Then, this Dominatrix caresses his sex with the tip of her boot, which inevitably makes Richard react, breathing heavily with excitement.
- “Shhh, calm down, be good.”
- “Yes, Mistress.”
- “You belong to me now, Richard.”
- “Yes, Mistress.”
- “Are you happy?”
- “Yes, Mistress, I am fulfilled.”
- “Good.”
She withdraws her leg.
- “Come here,” she says, pointing to the edge of the couch beside her legs.
Richard approaches and kneels beside Angélique’s legs. She slides her hand into his hair and pulls his face to rest on her lap. She caresses his face, then his still-burning back from the crop strikes. Richard sighs with pleasure.
- “I love you, Mistress,” he says softly.
- “I know,” she replies, looking at him tenderly.
THE END
