Posts Tagged “leather”
“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.
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?