I felt a bit silly standing naked waiting in the middle of her kitchen for her to return. If anyone passed the window, I was in plain view. About 10 minutes later, Ellie strutted into the room in knee high boots. Fuck Fuck Fuck. They had a platform sole, and must have been 5 inch heels.
There was straps and buckles all up the side. She wore a mid-thigh pleated leather look skirt, and a corset that was more like a bra because her midriff was bare, with jewels hanging from her pierced belly button. Her tits were pouring out of the corset. She gave me a collar and said “This is your uniform when you’re in my house, put it on”. She took my basket of clothes and teetered out of the room on her toes, barely able to walk carrying the basket in her dominatrix boots. I was all in now, no making a run for it. I put on the collar, now I felt ridiculous, but my cock stood out like a flagpole.
Ellie swayed in again, and perched on her high stool at the kitchen counter. I stared at her boots and skirt as she crossed her legs. “kneel”, she barked. “In my house, you don’t walk, you crawl on all fours, like the filthy animal that you are. Understood?”. “ok”, I mumbled, ashamed as much as I was turned on. “yes, mistress”, she snapped. “yes, mistress”. “now get me my coffee”. I crawled over to get her coffee, and brought it over to her. It wasn’t easy to crawl and carry it, so I spilled some. “clean that up”, she ordered, pointing at the cloth. I obeyed, crawling around her kitchen with a collar on, with a hard cock. “spill my coffee again, and I’ll punish you, now get over here and kiss my boots”. “yes mistress”. I crawled over on my knees, dying to look up her skirt to catch a glimpse of her pussy, but I didn’t dare. I kissed her leather boots, starting with the one crossed over. My cock throbbed. I took in the detail of the boots. “don’t touch, kiss”, “yes mistress”. She uncrossed her legs and crossed the other one. “now jerk your cock for me”, but keep that mouth and tongue on my boots.
I tugged my straining cock, kissing her boots. Licking the leather, as she sipped on her coffee. I came within a minute, shooting my cum on her expensive marble floor. She stood up, and walked around inspecting the floor, rubbing the toe and heel of her boot in the cum. “look at the mess you made, clean my boot”. “yes mistress”. I licked my cum off the toe of her boot. She sat up again on her stool, cross legged with the sole showing. “underneath”. I licked the sole. “you forgot the heel, suck it”. “I licked and sucked her 5 inch heel. “there’s a good little cocksucker, now clean that mess on the floor”. I crawled over to get the cloth. “no cocksucker, you’re not cleaning that disgusting mess with my cloth, lick it up”, she smirked. I crawled back and licked every drop off the floor. “I told you to jerk your cock, not make a fucking mess on my floor”, lifting my chin up with the toe of her boot. “yes mistress”.
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