BDSM
4 Feb 2017


I called over to Sally’s house at lunchtime. She was fixing up the accounts for my business, which were in a mess, and she came highly recommended. On my arrival, I noticed she was barefoot, and her ass and legs looked hot in tight leather like pants. She browsed over my files, and I took a sneaky look at her ass any chance I got, as she made us coffee in the kitchen. No excuse for not visiting my accountant anymore.

There was a knock at the door. Sally told me to wait in one of the bedrooms, for a minute. Must be another client I thought. She left the door half open, so I overheard her other client. I could hear her telling him she was in the middle of something and to come back tomorrow. I heard him refer to her as mistress. Wow, she was fucking him. Then something strange happened. I heard him in the laundry room, and then he left. Sally called me out. She was sitting on a high stool in the kitchen, but I noticed she was now wearing black stiletto heels. They were shiny with a pointy toe, at least 4 inch heels, and her legs looked even better now.

“Another client, I can come back later if it’s urgent”, I suggested. “No, he’s fine now, he’ll call later”. My interest was peaked, and my cock was twitching. “so do your big clients, get the sexy Sally”, I joked. “huh”, she grunted confused and ignoring me looking over my accounts. “I like the heels”. I was getting nowhere, had to step it up. “did that guy call over to do his laundry” I asked jokingly. “yes, he does some jobs for me, and I help him in return”, she replied. “jobs, what kind of jobs?”.

She knew I wasn’t going to drop it. “look, he’s in a sexless marriage, and we have fun occasionally. He likes being dominated and I get a kick out of it too”. “so, he does your laundry?”. “I got him to load my dirty underwear in the machine, and gave him pair to wear at work. It drives him crazy, going through my dirty knickers”.

“so how would you dominate me”, I joked. “oh you don’t want to be dominated, hun, besides I’m your new accountant”. “try me”. “I think you’re hot, but I don’t mix business with pleasure.” She uncrossed her legs, and crossed the other leg. “ok, you’re fired”, I joked, packing up my files. “ok, if you’re serious here are the rules. 1. I’m not your accountant anymore, 2. If you don’t do what I tell you, the game is over.“ I was too curious, “I’m in”. My heart rate rose. “ok, strip naked, put your clothes in the basket and stand there in the kitchen until I get back”. She left the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor, and echoing in the kitchen.

I felt a bit silly standing naked waiting in the middle of her kitchen for her to return. If anyone passed the window, I was in plain view. About 10 minutes later, Sally strutted into the room in knee high boots. Fuck Fuck Fuck. They had a platform sole, and must have been 5 inch heels. There was straps and buckles all up the side. She wore a mid-thigh pleated leather look skirt, and a corset that was more like a bra because her midriff was bare, with jewels hanging from her pierced belly button. Her tits were pouring out of the corset. She gave me a collar and said “This is your uniform when you’re in my house, put it on”. She took my basket of clothes and teetered out of the room, barely able to walk carrying the basket in her dominatrix boots. I was all in now, no making a run for it. I put on the collar, now I felt ridiculous, but my cock stood out like a flagpole.

Sally swayed in again, and perched on her high stool at the kitchen counter. I stared at her boots and skirt as she crossed her legs. “kneel”, she barked. “In my house, you don’t walk, you crawl on all fours, like the filthy animal that you are. Understood?”. “ok”, I mumbled, ashamed as I was turned on. “yes, mistress”, she snapped. “yes, mistress”. “now get me my coffee”. I crawled over to get her coffee, and brought it over to her. It wasn’t easy to crawl and carry it, so I spilled some. “clean that up”, she ordered, pointing at the cloth. I obeyed, crawling around her kitchen with a collar on, with a hard cock. “spill my coffee again, and I’ll punish you, now get over here and kiss my boots”. “yes mistress”. I crawled over on my knees, dying to look up her skirt to catch a glimpse of her pussy, but I didn’t dare. I kissed her leather boots, starting with the one crossed over. My cock throbbed. I took in the detail of the boots. “don’t touch, kiss”, “yes mistress”. She uncrossed her legs and crossed the other one. “now jerk your cock for me”, but keep that mouth and tongue on my boots.

I tugged my straining cock, kissing her boots. Licking the leather, as she sipped on her coffee. I came within a minute, shooting my cum on her expensive marble floor. She stood up, and walked around inspecting the floor, rubbing the toe and heel of her boot in the cum. “look at the mess you made, clean my boot”. “yes mistress”. I licked my cum off the toe of her boot. She sat up again, cross legged. “underneath”. I licked the sole. “you forgot the heel, suck it”. “I licked and sucked her 5 inch heel. “there’s a good little cocksucker, now clean the floor”. I crawled over to get the cloth. “no cocksucker, you’re not cleaning that disgusting mess with my cloth, lick it up”, she smirked. I crawled back and licked every drop off the floor. “I told you to jerk your cock, not make a fucking mess on my floor”, lifting my chin up with the toe of her boot. “yes mistress”.

Her phone rang. She was making arrangements to meet a guy for dinner that evening. She left the room and returned naked, with my basket of clothes, and a dress. I could see the wetness shining on her pussy. She slipped the dress on over her head. "get dressed, I have a date now". She slipped on her black stiletto heels. "come back tomorrow if you want more, but be warned, I'm putting that cock in a cage next time, to teach you a lesson. Now, get out of my house, I have a man with a big cock waiting to be fucked."


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