Rub against her boots

For a moment, you hesitate. Rubbing your genitals against her boots is far too degrading an act to do in public. Even compared to the submissive acts you have done tonight, masturbating against someone's shoe seems ****.

But her tone made it clear she wasn't making a suggestion, and more than anything you're curious. Giving your mistress her deserved pleasure is still your primary concern, so you keep licking while guiding your penis to the presented boot.

You try circling your tongue around her vulva, between her labia. It doesn't quite have the reaction you were hoping for. She lets out moans of pleasure each time your tongue passes over her clit, but you know can do better and start try other techniques. The feel of fetish leather against your penis is pleasurable but becomes a distant sensation. Her tender sex is impossible smooth and soft. You are captivated by every minute detail you notice as your tongue and mouth explore her vagina. Be it swishing sideways, delicately digging, or circling her clit, each new trick fills you with excitement at making a new discovery in her nethers.

In spite of your selfish hunger, you remain attentive to your mistresses own pleasure, listening to her womanly moans and high squeals. Frequently, your eyes close, so you can better focus on the sounds of her enjoyment. This also amplifies the taste, touch and smell of her flesh surrounding you. It's hard not to get lost in euphoria.

That isn't to say you don't use your eyes. You look up at her often, enjoying the view of her nipples peaking out of the lingerie covering her breasts and the glimpses of her face. Pulling back, you plant kisses across her inner thigh and stare up at her. She breaths heavily, head tilted slightly and eyes closed.

"Ah, ah, ah," she chides upon noticing the absence of your tongue. Manicured hands **** you back to her crotch. Your tongue glides over her lingerie like a speed bump as she coolly adds, "I'm not done with you yet bitch." You're nothing more than a tool to serve at her whim. The realization makes you feel meek and used, and very horny.

One of her sexy legs wraps behind you, keeping you from leaving your post again, making you rub your dick against her other boot. Her warm flesh smothers you on all sides now; with the added pressure, you can reach your tongue deep into her gentle tunnel. Wiggling, it slides as far as possible, making your mouth ache and her juices flow. You scoop them out when you pull your tongue back. Then, your suck hard on her labia, gently tugging her tender flesh. This fills your mouth with the tart flavors of her dripping dessert.

In the back of your mind, your cock aches with longing. It wants to be inserted, to experience the softness your tongue is caressing. You know that's not possible; you belong here, on your knees, being a good ****.

It takes about a minute more for your hard work to be rewarded. As your tongue flicks across her clit, her gasps reach new heights. "Oh yes, oh god yes," she cries, "don't you dare slow down." The other leg snaps around you, and you feel her slender thighs squeeze your head as her heels jab into your back. Your whiny little cock is neglected, but you care more about your mistress's orgasm. You kiss her clit hard, eliciting several "that's it"s and an orgasmic gush. Her hips repeatedly buck as she cums, grinding into your face. Your tongue trails off to less sensitive parts of her twitching vulva as she moans her appreciation.

When she is finished, her legs release you, and plating a boot against your shoulder, she pushes you back. "That was fun, and sexier than I thought" she announces. "I can see why women play with freaks like you." Her smile is the mixture of glee and cruelty people only get from there first power trip. "Run along now bitch. Maybe we'll see each other again." You start collecting yourself. With a laugh, she adds, "and maybe I'll have a little leash for that boot-licker tongue of yours. Yes that'd be cute."

Head bowed, you slump off, a little more aware of what your role will be tonight.