Posts Tagged “boots”
“How are you feeling?” purrs Mistress Jasmine in an oddly sweet tone while massaging my shoulders, something must be up. She is never this nice, they must be plotting something. I just know it! “Good.” I answer diligently. Mistress Ruby is looming near, hands on her hips. “Did you like the warm up?” Mistress Jasmine pats me gently, preparing me for what’s about to happen, she must be up to no good. “You like being coddled?” she asks. Mistress Ruby silently shifts her weight rests her arm my shoulder, using me so she doesn’t have to stand in her boots but now I can’t escape as easily. It’s almost as if I don’t matter to these women as anything more than a plaything. Suddenly, Mistress Jasmine strikes my cock!
“YEOW!!” I shout! Mistress Jasmine’s aim is true and merciless, she attacks my cock and balls and both of the beautiful Mistresses on either side of me cackle at my torment. I am so lucky to be the object of their amusement. They both brace a hand on my back to keep me from getting away, I must be in for something wicked. Mistress Jasmine lifts her stocking clad leg and strokes it on my cock while the stern Mistress Ruby observes. “So soft! Mmm… Nylons!” Mistress Jasmine declares.
Mistress Jasmine knocks me around with her beautiful round ass then steps in front of me while Mistress Ruby holds me in place so I can’t escape, not that I would anyway.. “What are you looking at?!” Snaps Mistress Jasmine “Your legs, Mistress..” I confess. She snaps a few kicks at my balls. I gasp. “I’m going to take my shoes off.” announces Mistress Jasmine before tugging at my balls. “Mm.. Reaction.” says Mistress Ruby. “Reaction indeed!” replies Mistress Jasmine with a grin. They smile at each other “Why don’t you give it a shot..” Mistress Jasmine says, inviting Mistress Ruby to the party. Domme culture is all about respect, after all. One wouldn’t want to be rude.
“Gladly!” Mistress Ruby steps into position and takes aim with her thigh high boots on, little did this slave know what he was in for.
Hey slut in training, I’ve decided to up the ante. Do you think you can handle it? This next little trick involves an outing. Not of your information, this isn’t blackmail. Get all tarted up for me- Nice and slutty with a cute pair of heels. Find a shady sex toy toy and go there on a Saturday night. While dressed, of course. To prove it you’ll have to send me pictures or have the girl working the counter send me some pictures of you there.
Then you’ll have to buy 3 things and send me pictures of yourself using them. If you’re a good little slut, you’ll do just that. You want to be good for your Mistress, don’t you? This is all part of your training to be the perfect little sissy slut for me. Are you up for it, or are you a little wuss?
Sometimes making decisions is so.. Taxing. Ugh, this is just a pain but I can’t have all this bickering. I’ll just have to do something about this. You know what? Instead of choosing which one of my slaves is going to be my favorite, number one slave.. I think I’m just going to smother both of my slaves until one of them dies! That will clear things up and save me the annoyance of picking a number three slave! That is certainly going to kill the friendship here, huh boys? Oh well! Sucks for you two! Or at least one of you, something. Sucks for air that is!
On the plus side, at least I’m being merciful! Being smothered to death by the beautiful ass of your glorious Mistress is a great way to die, so I better not hear you complaining. Or else the winner is going to bury the loser in the backyard. Oh who am I kidding? The winner is going to do that anyway! Do I look like a manual labor kind of girl? I think not! Now get your face in there and let’s see how long you can hold your breath!
Click, click, click. The sound of the high heels on a cold tile floor, representing your impending doom. You’d better not tremble, as that will just make it worse for you in the end. Click, click, click. Closer and closer. You get a whiff of freshly polished leather. Your Mistress’ new thigh-high Blahnik boots look stunning, like poured liquid over her creamy flesh. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” she asks with a bemused laugh as you groan on the floor, waiting… squirming… panting… The collection of fabulous Louboutin pumps adorning the fireplace behind you set the mood for what is about to take place.
“Click. Click. Click.” states your Mistress, mimicking her boots as she paces around you like a cat stalking her prey. “So sharp,” you murmur with delight and anticipation. “They are,” she replies with a purr. Click, click, click. “Lucky for you, the floor is getting boring to tread upon.” You groan and shudder with delight at the idea of where this is going. “Mistress, you are so beautiful, ” you murmur. Your Mistress slinks past you again and with a smirk of delight and sadistic glee replies “And don’t you ever forget it.”
After a very pointed pause and a devious smirk, she steps towards you with ferocious intent. This can only mean one thing, she is about to crush you into the floor beneath her. Can you endure her weight?