Private lessons

You pull on the ski boots, your feet feeling tiny in the ridiculously coloured black and fuchsia boots. You try to do them up. You’re not strong enough to do up the buckles properly and you strain your tiny muscles, turning red and panting. It’s really hurting your foot too, biting the top.

“Need a hand Princess?” Jo asks with a grin, looming over you, tall and imposing.

You motion at your boots in frustration. “You know I do,” you grumble feeling weak, useless and quite horny, blushing at how your conflicted emotions make this all so exciting. He knows too. “It’s biting my foot…” you complain.

He kneels and grabs one of your legs and places it firmly between his knees, pulling up the pink leg of your ski suit to expose your dainty leg. “Ah, here is the problem, socks weren’t pulled up.” He grabs your ski sock and pulls it up fully then makes sure the tongue of your boot is below the plastic join. “And that…” You hadn’t got the tongue right and that was making it impossible and quite painful to put on the boot. Rookie mistake. You sigh. You’re a rookie again. You feel inadequate and excited by it. You weren’t really in control. You were cute, sexy and fuckable. And you really wanted that last one. Maybe Jo would give you a quick fuck in the ski storage room. “I won’t do them up too tight. We have to walk and I had circulation problems yesterday.” He tickles behind your knee and then up your leg towards your sex and you squirm in ill concealed excitement. Yeah. He could totally fuck you in the ski storage room. If you got the key and locked yourself and Jo in the room. All day. He could fuck you…

“Hey! Here and now!” Jo clicks his fingers in front of your face, “Jackie ya daft cunt.”

Jo nod and look down at your boot. “Good,” Jo then does your boot up so it is snug then switches to the other and repeats the process. You feel like… a pampered princess. There is a real sense of ageplay to this that pushes your buttons.