“Eyes DOWN!” she said. I averted my gaze, my nose touching her leather boots.
“Repeat after me.” She said. “My tiny and pathetic cock is not good enough to ever satisfy my Mistress.”
I repeated the line.
“And a satisfied Mistress is a happy mistress. And I want to make my mistress happy.”
“And a satisfied Mistress is a happy mistress and I want to make my mistress happy.” I repeated.
“Therefore, I will submit to my Mistress and her lovers, and be grateful to those who will give her satisfaction. And I will give her dominion over my cock, now and forever.”
I repeated the line, blushing.
“I shall worship you with my body and soul, and tongue, and obey your every command.”
“Mistress Aurora, I love you, and I shall worship you with my body, soul and tongue and obey your every command.” I said.
She smiled radiantly.
“I love you too. So now, I want you to stroke that tiny pathetic cock until you cum all over my boots. Then, afterwards you will clean my boots with your tongue until they are shiny clean, and clean every tiny drop of spilled cum off of the floor.”
My cock was nearly ready to explode as it was. Though I was focused on her shiny leather boots, so sexy those boots were, I couldn’t help, of course, stealing a glance up at her trim sweaty bush under that tiny pleated skirt. But if she noticed, she said nothing. I was remembering hours earlier, listening to her and Frank “Gusher” Martin in the bedroom, how Frank had made her scream and moan. In my mind, I was now Frank, and it was me, thrusting into her tight body, living vicariously through him as the pressure in my loins built up to volcanic intensity, as I stroked my cock. Maybe it was my imagination, but I would swear I heard a slight moan escape her lips as she trembled, standing over me watching me pleasure myself kneeling in front of her. Two weeks of sexual frustration, pent up, begging for release… Finally I could contain it no longer. “Aaaagggrhhh…AURORA! Oh GODDESS!! I gasped loudly and I finally erupted, All those long days and nights of pent up semen exploding out of me, all over her leather boots and onto the floor. I gasped again, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.
It was the best, most intense orgasm I had ever had.
Whatever Gusher had felt last night during their night of passion, I know that it was nothing close to as intense as this.
I lay there for several moments, a pool of submissive goo, trembling at her feet, my sticky mess dripping off her boots.
“Ohhh, you had a little accident, did you? She said, mockingly. “Now, slave, you may clean my boots. Clean them good or I’ll give you another spanking.
“Thank you, Mistress Aurora,” I said, “for taking me to those places in my mind only you can take me, to those dark secret parts of myself I never knew. And thank you, thank you, for letting me be your lover, your slave, and your friend.”