"Down, boy!"
He lowered himself to his knees, kneeling in front of his Mistress and looked down upon her long, black boots. She was towering above him, the heels adding to her height. She was dressed in tight and shiny latex which showed off her every curve, of which she had plenty. Her ample bosom matched her hips, the corset clinging tightly to her waist. A black latex miniskirt matched the corset, with nothing underneath it. Her long, loose red hair framed her face beautifully. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, in hopes of what was to come. He felt vulnerable as he sat naked by her feet, enjoying the uncomfortable feeling.
Wanda ran her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly, before she took hold of it and pulled his head up, facing her. She looked directly into his eyes, darkened with desire, and closed the black leather collar around his neck. A tag on the collar had the word "Pet" engraved.
She loved the look of the collar; a shiver of pleasure ran through her every time she saw it.
He sighed happily as he felt the tight leather, loving the feeling of being owned. The feeling of lack of control was long replaced by a feeling of being completely in her control. He trusted her and felt the outside world disappearing as he went into subspace. He was completely relaxed.
She smiled wickedly at her most prized possession, as her fingers lightly caressed his cheek. The fact that she was an evil Sadist did not mean she was tough on him all the time. She did care for him in her own twisted way. And every time he allowed her to hurt him, she knew he felt the same.
Fitting all stereotypes perfectly well, they had both had a troubled childhood, issues with their parents and never truly been accepted into society. After having found BDSM, they no longer minded being outsiders and were content with what they had.
"I've missed you, my pet," she whispered. "I've had this urge to abuse you for the longest time; I've spent the last few days fantasizing about turning that sexy ass red with my whips." Wandas voice had been low and sweet, almost childish, as she said it, with an innocent smile on her lips. He did not reply, but she could see how his eyes darkened even further when she mentioned her whips. He had been longing for her even more than she had him.
"Lick my boots, I want them to shine," she continued sweetly before adding "I want to be able to see my own reflection or you'll get a flogging you'll never forget!" Her voice had suddenly become harsh.
A slight grin showed on his face and she knew all about the conflict within him; He had no intention of disobeying her, but he would love to get flogged.
"Don't even think about it β this flogging would be far worse than even a painslut like you would enjoy," she said tenderly, "now get started!"
It didn't take long before his tongue was upon her boots. This was what Wanda considered one of her more odd fetishes, since she did not fully understand why she liked it, she just knew that having him clean her boots with his tongue got her incredibly turned on.