In less than a minute, my sub carefully opened the door.
“Close the door behind you. Get down on your knees. Slowly crawl over here.” I said while crossing one boot clad leg over the other.
My sub happily obeyed the order and immediately dropped down to his knees and crawled on all fours towards me.
“That’s it. Come closer.” I stopped him when his head came within an inch of my lap. I moved my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, whispering in his ear
“Are you ready to submit all control to me?”
“Yes, mistress.”
I proceeded to place the rubber collar around his neck and attached the leash to it. Leaning back into the chair holding the leash in one hand, placing one of my boots on his shoulder.
“Worship my boot slave.”
My slave held the both gently in his hands while kissing and licking it all around.
“Open your mouth. Suck the heel like you would suck a cock.”
I watched as my slave sucked in the bottom half of my heel first, gradually putting more and more of the heel in his mouth until he swallowed the whole heel deep down his throat.
“Good boy. Deep throat that for mistress.”
I relished in the power to make my sub enjoy deep throating a 10 inch heel for me.
“Stop. Come closer. Open your mouth.” I pulled my sub by the hair on the back of his head and stood up with my mouth close to his, releasing a thin thread of spit towards his open mouth.
“Close. Swallow.”
After watching my sub swallow and open his mouth wide again I spat into his mouth one more time, making sure it was more spit this time. Then, I stood up.
“Now, get us something to drink.” I said while pulling his leash and directing him towards the fridge hidden inside a glass cupboard.
He opened the fridge to reveal two bottles of Veuve Cliquot.
“Open one and fill up two glasses. Don’t spill.”
My sub handed me one of the glasses and we had a quick cheer for the rest of the night, before he put his glass to his lips ready to drink.
“Stop. Put the glass down. Did I say you could drink?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Get down on your knees. Open your mouth. Wide.”
I had one sip of the delicious bubbles, swallowing it slowly, rolling the liquid around my mouth while my sub eagerly awaited his. I swallowed. Then, I filled up my mouth fully with the sparkling liquid, twirling it around my mouth before spitting it slowly into my sub’s mouth.
“Swallow.”
“Thank you Mistress.” He said looking up at me with a glazed, devoted look in his eyes.
I petted his head for a moment, before pulling him close.
“Don’t do anything without my permission, understood?” I whispered in his ear.
“Yes, Mistress.”
I released my sub from his leash and told him to slowly strip off his pants. He clumsily started unbuttoning his pants. Once I told him to make it more sexy, he moved his hips from side to side while wiggling his way out of the jeans. I had another sip of the champagne while he revealed a pair of gray briefs with an obvious wet spot where the head of his erect penis was ready to burst out.
“Are you dripping already? Haha. Get down on your knees and crawl here.” Remove my boots, one at a time.”
My sub tried removing the first boot by biting on the zipper, which did not move at all and left me laughing at his effort. I stopped him in his ridiculous attempt and made him use his hands instead. Once both boots were removed to reveal my transparent black stockings, I placed my feet on his face, covering every part of it. Allowing him to fully immerse himself in my feet. Once I allowed him to breathe air again, he asked if he could remove my stockings. A request I declined. Patience is a virtue, slave.
