I watch as he kneels at my feet, leather collar round his neck and the leash in my hand. He loves these boots, and I bask in the longing, puppy dog eyes he’s giving me, getting me to cave and let him worship them. 

A smile tugs at my lips. He knows I won’t relent, I never have, but it’s so cute that he still tries after all this time. Taking his head, I gently bring it to my polished, latex boots. I hear a soft moan. 

‘Is this what you want, slave?’ I ask. ‘You want to kiss…lick…worship my boots?’ 

He nuzzles against them, a shaky breath leaving him as he places a kiss on my shin. 

‘Yes Mistress…’ 

I tilt up his head to look at me. Those gorgeous, blue eyes are desperate. 

‘Is that what you want?’ 

‘Yes Mistress, please.’ 

‘Well…’ I part my legs, running my hand down my latex corset, polished with lube to a high shine. That and my boots is all I’m wearing, revealing myself, shaven, for him. ‘If you can please me here, you get to have your fun with my boots.’ 

His eyes darken as I slowly pull the leash, guiding him closer to my pussy, until eventually, his lips press against it. A deep groan emanates from his chest as he starts to softly lap at my folds, running his tongue through my lips and kissing my clit.

I relax back into the chair. This is exactly what I need. It’s been such a long and stressful week that I need this release. Slave has been very attentive, and he knows exactly how I like to be pleased. I’ve trained him well, if I do say so myself. He loves pleasuring me with his tongue, and I do hate to deprive him. Especially, when he’s been so good. Seeing to dinner, keeping the house clean and tidy, pampering me with candlelit baths and washing my hair. 

Today, when I got home, I took him in my arms, thanking him, truly appreciative for his efforts. Not as Mistress and Slave, just as us. This is how he looks after me. But now? Mistress gets to give Slave his reward. Swirling his tongue around my clit, I rock my hips into his face, wrapping the chain of the leash around my fist. Flicking his tongue back and forth along my clit, Slave then runs the flat of his tongue all the way up the length of my pussy. I gasp. 

‘You’re so good for me, Slave,’ I moan. 

A muffled, Thank you Mistress, vibrates between my legs. 

My fingers run through his hair, rocking my hips in a slow, steady rhythm against his lips as my pleasure builds. His tongue slides inside me, through my labia, capturing them gently in his mouth to watch them spring back. Tingles dance up my toes, sweet warmth building as Slave revels in my hushed groans, growing louder as he takes me to the edge. Sparks dance under my eyelids, rocking harder, until my climax washes through me, chest panting, grabbing the fistful of his hair tighter as I ride waves of pleasure against his mouth. 

With gentle kisses on my clit, I gradually float back down to reality. When our eyes finally meet, a smile quirks at his lips. He looks so proud of himself. 

‘Good?’ he grins. I laugh. 

‘Very.’ 

Leaning down, I draw him into a soft kiss, tasting myself as his tongue meets mine. I slump back sated into the chair. 

‘Go on then,’ I laugh, straightening out my legs for him. ‘Enjoy your reward, Slave. You’ve earned it.’ 

Like the cat who got the cream, a charming, boyish smile spreads across his cheeks.

‘Thank you, Mistress.’ 

Humming content, my eyes flutter closed, sinking back into the plush cushions as my Slave kisses his way up my boots. 

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