Slave David's Story (Part 2)

• It took me what seemed like minutes but was perhaps ten seconds to realise that this was not some bizarre insect bite that had now come to rest on a most delicate area, but that someone had used some kind of whip on me. Mistress had entered my home and had moved unseen to the spare room where I waited for Her.
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• How long had She been there? I was not able to tell where She was now, was She still behind me, or in front? I knew now the purpose of the blindfold, earplugs and gag, but I tried to steal an advantage by breathing in through my nose to try to detect a whiff of perfume, anything that might allow me to sense where She was. The overwhelming smell of the rubber mask hid any scent that I might have been able to find.
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• A hand traced up from my throbbing backside, along my spine and up to my neck. I stiffened and felt a wave of goose bumps wash over me. A drumming in my ears told me that Mistress was removing the earplugs and at the same time She pulled away the blindfold that covered my eyes. I could hear a gentle rustle as She moved, and at the same time could hear the pounding of my pulse as my heart raced with fear and expectation.
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• I started to look up and a sharp crack across my backside stopped me from raising my head any further and all I could see was a pair of female feet clad in dark hose, wearing a pair of short ankle boots which had very shiny toes and heels, the bodies of which were of black suede.
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• This was my first glimpse of Mistress Michelle and I hoped that I would be permitted more. I did not dare speak, as I knew that Mistress would expect a slave to speak only when spoken to, and I also was unsure if I could actually speak without a great deal of practice. My natural reaction would be to breathe in through my mouth while talking, and the mask would be inhaled, sealing my mouth.
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• Suddenly, one foot disappeared, and I felt a strong pressure on the back of my neck. Mistress was forcing my head to the floor and I quickly grasped the idea, moving towards the floor. Her instep was at the nape of my neck and I could feel Her heel dig into the side of my neck as She pushed down at an angle.
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• “Show respect to your Mistress, david” came a voice, it was soft yet full of authority and my heart raced at the sound. She released the pressure on my neck and both feet reappeared beside my face. I slowly moved my head closer to Her boots. As I did so, the mask was removed and I could smell a heady perfume together with the lingering effects of the gag and a trace of shoe leather.
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• I moved forward to kiss Her shoe tips slowly and with great reverence. I was finally being permitted to honour a Superior Female in the way that I had secretly wanted for so long. I had allowed my body to flatten against the floor in order to reach Mistress Michelle’s feet, and this resulted in a couple of sharp cracks across my rear, one on each cheek..
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• “On your knees slave, head on the floor - Show me that You respect and worship me.
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• Get your arse in the air now! Legs apart!
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• I want to see my balls swinging free and feel your tongue cleaning these boots.”
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• I did as ordered and proceeded to kiss and lick every inch of Mistress’s boots, kissing the suede and licking the patent finish of the tips and heels. Although I had made a token gesture with the boots that Mistress had ordered me to buy to wear, these boots actually had a Superior Female in them. They were used and smelt different. The taste of leather and polish swilled in my mouth - I hoped that they were clean, as I had seen a Femdom video in which a slave was forced to clean a pair of his Mistress’s boots in a field. They were covered in mud (or worse) and he had cleaned every drop off. I knew that I could not do that. I redoubled my efforts.
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