"Hello!" Max called as she walked through the door. "Ready for ice cream?" She wore a light sundress in deference to the day's heat and carried a bottle of water in her bag. She let the door swing shut behind her, not wanting to waste the cool from the AC. "Hon?" She glanced around, not seeing Bree.
"Would you mind doing something else first?"
Max jumped as Bree spoke from behind her.
Max clutched a hand to her chest. "You scared me!"
"You like it." Bree smiled with a few too many teeth showing.
Max felt an answering flutter low in her stomach. When Bree smiled like that she usually had PLANS.
"Do you mind waiting for ice cream?" Bree asked again. "There's something I want to try first."
Max nodded. "Yeah, ok. Do you need help with something?"
"Not help, exactly. I wanted to try something." Bree's voice hardened. "Kneel."
Flushing slightly, Max dropped to her knees. Uncertain what to do with her bag, she left it hanging from her shoulder. She glanced up at Bree, but couldn't hold the eye contact and dropped her gaze after a moment.
Bree walked slowly around Max, moving carefully in the small space of the entryway, heading towards the living room and speaking as she went. "Crawl."
Max dropped her bag and followed on her hands and knees.
"Do you remember a conversation we had months ago? I said I could tell you to strip, and you'd do it, so long as it wasn't anywhere crazy. You said you had more fight in you than that. I wanted to see. I haven't had you strip yet, but I think the theory holds so far." Her deliberate steps had brought her to the couch, and she sat. Max knelt facing her.
"You'd do almost anything I told you to right now, wouldn't you, girl?"
"Yes'm."
"Do you like feeling that way?"
"Sometimes, Ma'am."
"Now?"
"Kind of. Yes, mostly."
"Good. Put these on." Bree gestured with her foot to a pair of boots sitting by the couch.
Max reached for the first boot. She took a scant moment to appreciate the texture of the leather under her fingertips. Carefully she loosened the laces, and eased the boot onto Bree's foot. She took care that Bree's foot was settled comfortably into the boot before doing the laces back up and knotting them. The other boot received the same care and attention. When she finished, Max sat back on her heels, hands behind her back, eyes on Bree's feet resting on her legs. She wanted to touch Bree's boots, to kiss them, but knew better than to do it without permission.
Bree raised one foot and pressed the toe of the boot lightly against Max's chest. "Do you want something, little girl?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Tell me."
"I want very much to touch your boots, Ma'am. I want to... to kiss them too. If I may, Ma'am."
"Is that all? One kiss would satisfy you? That's all you want?"
Max glanced up, uncertain how to answer. Bree stared back, a small smirk on her face.
"I would... whatever you offer me is fine, Ma'am. If that's just one kiss I would take it and be glad of it. But if you're asking me what I would like, I would like more than one, if I may."
"Nicely put. I'll make you a deal. You tell me why you want to kiss them, and I'll let you. How long I'll allow it depends on how convincing you are. Deal?"
Max bit her lip and nodded warily. To put it into words was... hard. If she didn't want it so bad she wouldn't even try.
Bree switched her feet, putting the raised foot back into Max's lap and the other against her chest. She pushed a little harder this time. Hard enough that Max had to lean into it or be pushed back. "Do it. Tell me why you want to kiss them."
Max began hesitantly, picking her words carefully. "I... like the sensations. I like the smell of the leather, and how it feels against my skin. I like to trace the seams with my fingers, and my lips. I just... like to touch them.
"It's not just that though. It's... there's feelings behind it too. It matters that they're your boots. It's hard to tell you how I feel sometimes. Especially when I feel this way. Words aren't enough. It's... better? easier? to show you, tell you this way."
"Mhmmm." Bree put her foot down, grinding the heel into Max's leg. "Tell me."
Reverently, Max brought her hands to the boots and moved as though to kiss them. Bree's toe lifted her chin before she could more than start to bend.
"Not like that." The boot settled back into Max's lap.
"Ma'am?"
"Say it. Then maybe you'll have earned the right to touch them."
Max nodded, and put her hands back behind her. She chewed her lip for a moment before starting again. "I don't have a word for how I feel about you when we're like this. Love is the only one that seems strong enough, but this isn't... It might be love, but I'd rather have chains and tears than hearts and flowers. I love being yours, like this. I want to please you so badly it hurts sometimes. I want to touch you in the ways that please you. I want to show you that I give you power over me because there's nothing I want more in this moment that to be what you want. Kissing your boots, touching them in the ways that you've told me please you, it's a way to say that, when I can't find the words." She stopped, on the edge of tears though she couldn't have said why. Bree pressed hard with her feet, and the pressure was comforting.
"Very good, my girl. You may touch them now. You've earned it." Bree moved her feet off Max's lap, and allowed Max to stretch her body out on the floor.
Max quickly lost herself in touching and licking Bree's boots, occasionally moaning softly at the feel of the leather against her lips and tongue. The smell of the leather was intoxicating. She breathed deeply, and rubbed her cheek against them. She licked at the toes and kissed her way up, then down again. Several minutes later, Bree gently nudged her with a foot. "Up, girl."
Max returned to her knees, looking dazed.
"I still have to test my theory. Strip. Not all the way, just undo your buttons and let the dress hang open."
