"You have to play by my rules though. You get to lick my boot, but no touching. My birthday, my rules." she said with a throaty laugh as she turned and walked down the hall way. A moment later she returned, with THE boots and handcuffs. She sat down in a chair in front of the other and pulled her skirt up to her thighs. She reached for a boot, the right one, and slid her foot down into it. Never breaking eye contact with the other, and not saying a word, she laced up the calf high, black patent leather stiletto boot. As she grabbed the other boot she made a noise that could only be described as a sexy growl. The other took her first breath since she saw her with the boots in her hand.
While lacing up the second boot she tossed the handcuffs to the other. "You are going to wear these for me, right?" The other responded with a nod of her head. "Stand up, turn around, you know the drill." The other silently prayed to every God that she had never believed in to give her the strength to accomplish a task that had been natural since she was a year old. After rising to her feet, and turning around, with her arms around her back, she died a little when Birthday Girl first touched her. A light, teasing caress on the palm of her hand. Her breath caught again. The handcuffs securely in place, Birthday Girl leaned into her , her breasts pushed into her back, and whispered with a hot heat into her ear. "Turn back around, look at me."
The other turned, and, had there been anyone else to repeat what they had seen , they would have told of a look of undying love, pure adoration, and blinding lust. Birthday Girl had owned her heart and soul for weeks now, this was the beginning of the ending that had began months before. "Down on your knees, look at me." commanded Birthday Girl as she sat back onto the chair. The other sank to her knees, resigned to a fate that was all she had ever wanted. She raised her head up towards Birthday Girl and looked into her deep, brown eyes and saw their souls, their future. Birthday Girl leaned back and rested the stiletto heel on the others left shoulder, like the queen in a knighting ceremony. "Well?" she asked. The other turned her head and tentatively ran her tongue on the side of the boot. The first taste was even better than a sip of wet, cool water after days in the dry, hot dessert. She wasn't just licking a boot anymore, she was making love to the foot inside it with her mouth, making love to the woman inside it with her whole being. She took the toe of the boot into her mouth and sucked on it, still licking with her tongue. She licked up one side of the boot, all the way to the top, pausing for butterfly kisses on bare skin, before continuing her journey down the other side of the boot.
