#boot kink.

Pathetic cannot quite do you justice, really, not when you're looking up at me with empty, glossy eyes, opened lips that always seem to carry a silent pleading on them, your fingers desperately clawing into my thighs as if to find stability in the contact, sweat coating your soft curves and edges,

Currently thinking about getting a poor, desperate little pet high, edging them a couple of times until they're really worked up, and then having them sit at my feet while I clean and polish the boots they're going to be grinding their needy cunt against when I'm done. They have to be patient and well-behaved if they want me to put the vibrator on it, of course.

You were so confident in yourself earlier, fag, what's the matter now? How many push-ups did you say you could do again, fifty? We're barely at ten and your arms are giving in already. Really, you should have expected unfair methods after being so sassy and arrogant about it... I never said I would not try to push you down with one foot on your back, did I? You never asked, and I didn't think I'd have to clarify - not that I believed you to finish fifty anyway.

"You know I'd never hurt you, my love, mh?", spoken oh so tenderly while the sharp edges of their boots press into your back, keeping you down on all fours, your forehead pressed against the cooling floor to hide your shame - or the blush that you tell yourself was caused by shame - and your knees already hurting from the pressure and the uncomfortably hard underground.

Nooo, my dear, all of it is way too much for your untrained, if still eager mouth - let's focus on smaller tasks to satisfy your will to serve, mh? Tiny, lapping licks tracing my balls, leaving kisses on my thighs, burying your nose between my legs and huffing my scent, like you're getting high off it. If you can do all that while the heavy sole of my boots press down on your fragile, so easily breakable thighs... then maybe, maybe, we can step it up next time, what do you say?