I couldn't tell if it was nerves or the cold raising the goosebumps up my arms and legs. I mean I was kneeling naked outside your office door but I was also flooded with anxiety. Either way, I thought of bailing as the seconds ticked by. I had asked for this. I wanted this, but would it be like I imagined? As I made my mind up that I should just call it off, I saw your shadow move through the crack in the door. Footsteps and then the door creaked open, setting my heart beating at a gallop. What must you think of me kneeling on the floor in my cuffs and collar? My eyes must have been wide as saucers pleading up at you.
Whatever you thought, it didn't show. I could smell you as you leaned forward to clip a leash to my collar and gave a small tug.
"Good girl. Come on." I followed after a short distance on my hands and knees.
"Stay here." I stayed kneeling by the armchair and watched as you poured a small amount of whiskey into a glass and came back to sit in the chair.
What I had asked for was right in front of me. When I had suggested we try some kinky stuff in the bedroom months ago I thought you might be mortified, but you seemed... excited. Starting with simple ties and spankings, you always surprised me by taking it one step further, pushing me. I loved it and as I realized you actually enjoyed it and weren't just doing it for me, I became more comfortable. There were so many more desires under the surface, things I couldn't say to myself, let alone someone I needed to love me. It took a long time to admit what I wanted, but you kept poking and prodding that sensitive area until it came blushing and stammering out of me. You're good at that.
Now, here we were. You always look good, but today you looked like a god in your casual button up and slacks. It only made me that much more small and vulnerable, naked below you. On your feet were the new black dress boots I'd bought for your birthday. I stared down at them, unable to look you in the eyes. Shame battled intense arousal as I thought about what I had told you until you hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at you. Your eyes were fiery as you looked me up and down, the flames eating me up.
"I want you to... well I just want you," you said with a smirk, "but first you have a job to do. I want you to bend down and clean my boots with your tongue. You will be thorough and if you miss a single spot I will punish you. Do you understand?"
I couldn't speak, only nod, my vision blurred by lust. I couldn't think. On autopilot, I lowered myself to the floor and you let some slack out on the leash. My head was down and my naked ass in the air. The cool air of the room caressed the my wetness. My nipples tingled from rubbing against the carpet. I stuck my long pink tongue out and licked. Starting from the toe and meticulously working my way back. I licked the shiny surface like it was your cock. Heat gathered in my center and my pussy clenched, dripping out its contents onto my inner thighs. I had never been so wet. Totally lost in the feeling of submission, I had to stifle a moan. You didn't make a sound and only moved to allow me better access until I had cleaned every square inch.
