This is one of two semi-Christmas related stories I wrote, and while I started the other one first, this one just flowed so much better and quicker that I decided to post it first. Hope you enjoy this little belated Christmas present!
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I stood by the mall entrance waiting, wondering how it had all come to this. Checking my phone I saw the text which had led me here, the four seemingly innocuous words which even now caused me no end of panic and pleasure.
"Greendale Mall. 1 pm. Be There."
The message had come from a woman of twenty by the name of Lucy, the younger sister of one of my best friends. And it was far from the first one like it. There had been several such messages over the past year, enough for both me and my wallet to remember them all perfectly.
Ever since that damned Christmas party, when everything had changed for me, for better or worse.
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"Did I tell you to stop licking my boots worm?"
There I was, on my knees in Lucy's bedroom. He pale skin, blonde-nearly white- hair and blue eyes making her appear almost angelic, even if her attitude was as far removed as could be. My tongue, almost glued to the soft, brown leather of her knee-high boots, hanging as they were off her bed.
We'd been at this almost fifteen minutes, and Lucy did not seem to have any desire to stop. Honestly, neither did I, although I wondered and worried that someone would notice we were both missing from the party, or her sister would come looking for her, find us, and cause no end of issues.
It was my fault to be sure. I won't deny that in the slightest. I'd gone to fetch something from my jacket by the door, and like several parties before I noticed Lucy's boots sitting there. Over the years I'd seen countless pairs- Lucy having a taste for designer footwear of all kinds but boots especially- and these ones, in particular, had caught my eye.
Everyone else was in or around the kitchen, so once I'd procured what I'd come for I decided to take a quick sniff of them. I bent over, out of sight as much as humanly possible, stuck my nose into the top of the brown, knee-high boot, and inhaled like my life depended on it.
It smelt even better than I had imagined. The scent of sweat, Lucy's familiar perfume, and the boot leather came together wonderfully, and I had to force myself to pull my face away. That should have been it, and party and life, in general, should have gone on normally. But it didn't, all because of one slight error.
I hadn't noticed Lucy.
She'd gone to pick up her phone from the table, from which spot she had a direct line of sight to the front door. And more importantly, what I was doing there.
I didn't even hear her approach, lost as I was in my lust for her foot musk, but the next thing I knew she was standing there, waiting for me to rise.
Next thing I knew I was staring at her, at a loss for words and worried that my life was about to end. Though Lucy was shorter and younger than me, it would not be all that hard for her to make things difficult for me.
Instead, she slid her feet into the boots, looked me right in the eye and said. "In five minutes, come to my bedroom. I think you and I need to have a chat."
Then she walked away, leaving me standing there lost, confused, but also more than a little intrigued.
Five minutes later, I slipped away from the party and found myself upstairs outside her bedroom door. Opening it, I found her seated on the bed with her legs hanging off the side. I shut the door behind me and approached, hoping I could manage to talk my way out of this before anything happened.
She didn't give me the chance.
"On your knees, now."
I don't know why I did as she ordered, save perhaps for a part of me hoping that if I did as she said, then things would blow over rather quickly. Also, I think there was also a part of me that found the whole situation rather hot- this beautiful young lady telling an older man what to do and knowing she had all the power in the situation.
On my knees before her, I could only look up and into her face. Her expression was stern, with her red lips firmly pressed together in contemplation. As she thought about whatever was going on in her mind her boots slowly swung back and forth, just barely touching my face as they did.
She was teasing me, and she was doing a great job of it.
Finally, after what seemed like hours but had likely only been a few seconds, Lucy spoke. "So, you like my boots do you?"
I nodded, seeing as it'd be rather foolish to lie given what she'd seen.
"Bit naughty of you to smell them like that though. What would have done if I hadn't walked over? Kissed them? Licked them? Would you have toddled off to the washroom to wank yourself off?"
Though I hadn't even considered any of those possibilities, hearing her voice them certainly made them sound good. Of course, they were not possible now, and I wondered why she would bother bringing them up save to torture me.
I was right about that part at least.
"Well, let me explain what's going to happen now. You and my sis have been friends a long time, and I'm sure you wouldn't want her or anyone else down there to know what I saw you doing... So from now on, I own you. When I talk, you listen. When I call, you answer. When I say jump, you say 'how high Princess Lucy?' Got it?"
As she asked the last question she pushed her right boot directly in front of my face, so that all I could see was the dirty sole of it. The sight made my mouth water, more so now that the situation she was presenting sunk in. I didn't want anyone to know, that much was certain. But the idea of being at her beck and call? It set off switches in my mind I never even knew were there. What else could I do?"
"Yes, Princess Lucy."
Her lips formed into a devilish grin, and once it did I knew that no matter what happened, I was screwed. Her left boot joined the right one in front of my face, and she said the three words I didn't realize I'd been dying to hear her say since I'd walked in the room.
