These Boots Were Made For Licking

Legs intertwined, tangled in sheets, they laid in the afterglow of their most recent passion. As they often did during their cooldown, they found themselves flipping through pictures of beautiful women online. Scrolling down, at the sound of the "ooooh" escaping the lips of his love, he stopped on the picture of beautiful goth woman. Upon seeing her ivory skin draped in black fabrics, "Like her, do you my dear?" he playfully asked. She responded in kind saying, "If I had the energy, I might ask you to leave me with her."

A fantasy forming in his brain, he placed a gentle touch below her chin and lifted her gaze from the screen to his own deep brown eyes. Dropping his voice to the sultry baritone she loved so much, "Why would I leave you alone with an image, when I could so much more." Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, she responded, "Oh, could you? Do tell what you have in mind." Closing his eyes and drifting into the depths of his imagination, he begins to weave a tale...

Picture yourself sitting in a chair, red hair cascading around your face. Eyes peering towards the doorway across the room, illuminated by the moon shining through the window and candles by the bedside. The smell of lavender hangs around you lending a sensuality to the very air you breathe. You listen acutely for any sound, hearing only the excited beating of your own heart and ticking of your calf-high, heeled leather boots ticking impatiently in anticipation. When, you finally hear the creaking of floorboards and soft shuffling and scraping along the floor, you hold your breath and bring yourself still, eyes fixed on the doorway. A wicked smile crosses your lips, eyes widening in delight as I walk in your pet for tonight.

Looking past me, you see at my side a beautiful, lithe young woman on all fours, being led, blindfolded, into the room by a soft leather leash attached to a chain collar around her delicate throat. The moonlight streaming in seems to dance and shimmer against her pale skin, sparkling off the ring shaking in her left nostril as she crawls in beside me.

Your gaze starts at the long black haired, accented with streaks of deep purple, that hangs around her face and the red satin binding across her eyes. A slight pout curls her lips, showing the faintest hint of dimples. As you peer beyond her collar, you note the image of a thorned rose along her shoulder. Its stem, twirling down her left bicep, seemingly sways in the imaginary breeze as she slightly trembles awaiting her orders.

You raise an eyebrow to me and with a simple tug of her leash, she tucks her knees forward and raises her arms from the floor, sitting gently on her heels. She now sits back, fully displayed for your view. Her small, stark white breasts, firm but heaving ever so slightly as her breath catches. Hard pink nipples raised from their soft flowery base, draw your longing look, as if they are aimed straight at your innermost lust. You are momentarily transfixed until a glint of light, catches your attention, drawing you down to the braided silver chain dangling from her navel.

Following she shiny silver braids, you see the soft lines of her stomach, leading to her waist and hips, perfectly framing that which will be yours. A tuft of black hair, short and neat, sits above the top of the lips that you long to taste. And, is that your imagination or do you see a wetness along her inner thighs glistening in the pale light. Without a word needing to be spoken, you lock eyes with me, and extend your right leg. I look down at the candle's reflected flame dancing against the shiny black leather and know what you want.

I look down at her, and with a single command, say "walk", as I take a step forward pulling her leash behind me. She falls forward, back onto her hands, and follows me across the room to you. It is now that you place the sound from before, realizing that it is the shushing of her thigh high, fishnet stockings, swishing as she crawls forward to you. Leading her to your feet, "Stop", I command, leaving her hovering above your leg. You look down towards her, appreciating the details of her rose and the beautiful arch of her back leading to her tight, perfectly rounded ass. Looking momentarily to me, you smile, nod, and return your attention to her with your appreciation conveyed.

"Your mistress's boots are not shiny enough. Do something about that," I say in a low, but firm voice. Without hesitation, she tilts her head, hair tossing around her neck, and arches herself forward, slowly, until she feels the leather against her cheek. She shimmies herself forward, rebalancing on her legs, as she places her hands behind your left ankle. She lifts your foot towards her mouth and settles the heel of your boot upon her right breast, digging slightly into the soft flesh. Tilting her head down and starting at the tip of your boot, she slides her tongue along the outside of your boot. As she moves up your calf, the heel pushes in a little deeper into her chest. Her hands tighten on your heel, but nothing else betrays the sharp pain piercing into her as she dutifully licks to the crest of your boots.

Feeling the tip of her tongue touching skin, she pulls back and repositions herself at your toes, slightly beside her previous starting point. I praise her thoroughness, "Good. We don't want to miss a spot". She nods and repeats her movement, tongue grazing gently up your boots, strip by strip, from tip to top. With each pass, the pressure upon her breast deepens until you feel the soft, wet touch of tongue upon your thigh.

As each sequence reaches its conclusion, the tingle of electricity shoots through you when you feel her soft tongue upon your skin. Your pulse quickens, and you feel the heat grow deep within. Like the surface of your boot, you grow wetter as she works her way from the outside of your leather footwear to the inside. Savoring each moment, you watch her dutifully obey your unspoken commands. But, now the desire within you is building to a torrid fire, and you want more.

You reach down, lacing your fingers though her hair, then, as you close your hand into a fist, you pull your foot away and pull her head upwards. Placing your foot down, your heel makes a sharp *clack* echoing through the near silence in the room. Before you she jumps slightly, startled by the sound and sudden movement, but you simply tighten your grip.

Sliding your knees apart and shifting forward in your chair, you whisper, "It's time". With complete understanding, I lean down to her. Speaking softly in her ear, but just loud enough for you to hear, "Your mistress's panties have become damp. You will now remove them." As I stand, pulling away from her, I add with an emphatic tone, "with your teeth"

You release your hold on her hair and she rises to an erect kneel before you, placing a gentle hand inside each thigh. Her cool touch, contrasted against the warmth of your thighs, sends a pleasant shiver throughout your skin. Tentatively, she leans forward until her face is a mere inch from you. Sensing the warmth blooming from you she extends her tongue forward to determine her exact position. It finally comes to contact with the silk fabric slightly left of the top of your pubis. You shudder with ecstasy at the closeness of the touch to your womanhood. Sliding her tongue to her right, she guides her mouth to the inside of your thigh, where the line of your panties reside. A soft moan escapes your lips, as her tongue glides along the seam, brushing the inside of your pelvis up to your waist. Feeling the top, she reclaims her tongue, and feels for the band with her lips. Securing the band, she gently bites down, teeth scraping ever so lightly across the very bottom of your stomach, sending a quiver a pleasure up your spine.

Confident the fabric is secure in her bite, she tugs gently downward. You raise your hips lifting your marvelously sculpted ass from the seat of the chair, allowing her to slide them down your legs. As she slowly withdraws from you, her hair falls upon the tender skin of your inner thighs, gently caressing you as your panties follow her head past your knees and over your boots. Reaching the floor, her back arched and porcelain-like butt raising behind her, you make her wait while you admire. Then, you raise one boot, followed by the other, stepping out of your underwear.

Now untangled from you, she rises back to a kneel, and sits back on her heels, your wet panties hanging from her mouth, head inclined towards you. Though blindfolded, you can practically see the look in her eyes. You picture them wide, looking up at you, pathetically begging to be allowed to drop them to the floor. However, you make her stay there, your scent filling her nostrils, for a few moments that stretch for what seems an eternity in the quiet stillness of the room.

Without breaking your stare at her, you nod and without further prompting I order her, "drop those". She obeys instantly, opening her mouth and letting your panties fall to the floor. You lick your lips hungrily and I need no further instruction. I reach down to her neck, finding the latch on her collar and unhitch her leash. Placing my hand upon the back of her head, I raise her back up, and push her towards your right thigh.

"Your mistress desires you to please her. Do not keep her waiting, or you will deal with me." She nods sharply hair jostling to and fro as she leans forward closing the remaining distance to you. I lean down to you, place a soft kiss upon your cheek and retire to a chair in a darkened corner of the room. As I withdraw, she moves in. Lips brush against skin, midway up your thigh, then kiss gently. Passionate fire burns hotter now, deep within you, as works her way up your leg, alternating gentle kisses and soft nibbles. As she reaches your pussy, her tongue first parts her lips, then yours.

Sliding within you, she pulses her tongue left and right, your juices spilling over her mouth and down her chin. Her tongue glides smoothly around inside you, filling you with ecstatic warmth. Just as you feel the pressure building, she withdraws her tongue and gently runs her lips along yours moving up to your clit. As her lips encircle you, your hips twitch with pleasure and she gently sucks, stoking your fire ever more.

Releasing your clit from her lips she slowly runs her tongue around it, circling clockwise, speeding up with each rotation. As she does, you feel everything else fading away, until you are nothing but the intense pleasure between your legs. Whirling her tongue around you, you instinctively reach down, digging your nails into her back. As your rake them up along her shoulders she only presses harder and faster, now and then breaking the circular motion to rapidly oscillate the tip of her tongue left and right, until your legs are shaking uncontrollably.

That pressure inside, now on the verge of bursting free, feels like it can't be more intense. Just as that thought forms in your mind, you feel her fingers slide deep inside. This is the last straw and you can take no more. Your entire body now seizes in pleasure as your legs tighten on her body and your moan in sheer delight, feeling the waves wash over you. As the release comes, she pulls away, gently kissing first your stomach, then your breasts. Each touch of her lips sending little sparks through you as she goes. She then moves along your collarbone and concludes by pressing one, gentle, kiss upon your mouth leaving the lingering taste of yourself on your lips.

So enraptured he was in the storytelling, he almost missed the movement beside him. Opening his eyes and lovingly looking down, he sees two emerald pools reflecting back at him, sparkling with lust. Feeling the motion of her hand against his thigh, and between hers, he smiles and softly says, "Found some more energy, I see." She nods and smiles, pulling her self up to his mouth and plants a passionate kiss upon him. His arms tighten their embrace in response, as they fall back into themselves, the details of his story sparking their desire for each other.