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. 

In the elevator on my way down, I took a final glance into the Christmas present bag I brought for my submissive, ensuring the anal plug, bottle of lube and a glove were hidden discreetly beneath a thin layer of gift paper. Before the lift doors opened on the bar level, I slipped the butt plug’s remote control into my red clutch and giggled to myself thinking of the power I’m about to have over my submissive’s ass. 

When the doors opened, I slipped out with the gift bag in one hand and clutch with Ass Thumpers remote control in the other. Striding seductively towards my submissive in black patent leather six inch stilettos. My subs eyes attached to me as I made my way to the large L-shaped leather couch he sat on, eagerly awaiting my re-emergence. On the glass table in front of him were two espresso martinis with a perfect layer of foam on top. I sat down, placing the gift bag between us and crossing my long, tanned legs. My sub handed me my drink, and I had a sip, licking the remnants of foam off my red, shiny lips, while looking directly into his eyes the entire time.

“I have something for you. Merry Christmas.” I said with a twinkle in my eye. No need to open it here and now, I’m sure you know what it is. Are you ready?”

“I think so,” He responded, smiling nervously.

“Let’s cheers to that,” I said and raised my glass. Clink. 

“And to first times and fists,” I said after completing our first toast. Clink. We sat in silence for a moment, sensing the electric tension between us expanding. 

“It’s time for you to go to the bathroom and try on your present. Or should I say try in. Haha. Go on. But first, get me a large glass of water. Now!” 

My sub got up and walked quickly to the bar, gift bag in hand. He asked the bartender for a large glass of ice water, making sure they filled it to the brim and brought it back to me, smiling nervously and shaking ever so slightly as he placed it on the table in front of me. 

“Good boy. Bathroom, now.”

I watched him stride towards the male restroom, taking a mental note of his movements, wondering if he’d be able to maintain the same gait with my gift inside him. 

A couple minutes later, my sub emerged from the bathroom, walking at a similar pace towards our table, with a nervous smile and rosy cheeks. As he walked closer to the table, I pressed the On button on the Ass Thumpers remote I concealed inside my hand.

His eyes jumped as he tried to compose himself and continue striding towards the table. I pressed the off button when he was halfway through sitting down slowly, all while smiling mischievously. Once my stuffed sub was seated, I grabbed my full glass of ice water, chugging it as I held his gaze. When the glass left my lips, I pressed the remote again while looking deeply into his eyes. I barely noticed any change in his composure, even though the vibrations on level one were so strong I could feel the whole seat vibrating. I slid my finger over to the + button, pressing it while lifting an eyebrow as I glanced deep into my subs eyes contemplating the depths of his asshole. The vibrations were now so strong I could feel them spreading over to my pussy. What a powerful toy.

I turned the vibration off again long enough for us to lift our glasses and make another toast for our reunion and what’s yet to come. The moment my sub put down his glass, I engaged his anal plug vibrations again, this time taking it up to level three. Feeling the vibrations spread all over the leather couch, wondering if anyone noticed the naughtiness we were up to.

“Let’s continue this upstairs,” I said before leaving my sub behind once more to change into more appropriate attire for what’s next. 

“Keep your phone close, I’ll only be a couple minutes.” I said before walking away feeling my subs eyes burning into my backside.

Upstairs, I slipped out of my stilettos and into 10 inch thigh high black patent leather boots. I grabbed the rubber collar in my hand and placed the gold metal leash around my neck resting close to my cleavage and the golden buttons on my bodysuit. I sat down on the chair in the corner, placing the collar on my leg right above the knee. Once comfortably seated, I texted my sub 

“I’m ready for you.”