Boots

I arrived at Daisy's house as I did every Saturday morning, dressed in tight leather jeans and after taking off my jacket, wearing a t-shirt that read "Shithead." It was the name Daisy most frequently called me when we were not at work. Daisy was my boss at work and out of work she was my mistress. We'd come to this agreement after she found an invoice for a femdom magazine in my incoming mail. She was intrigued by what she saw when she read more about the magazine on its website. Indeed she has since carried out some of the stories she has read on the site.

On and on Dave licked, carefully removing any dirt, grass, grit or who knows what from Kim's shoes and boots. Kim would have been amused to see him there on his knees cradling a pair of her hiking boots in his hands, removing the mud from the treads. His tongue began to hurt quite badly after about these boots. Removing the grit from the sharp edges of soles. These were tough boots and were suitably dirty as Kim liked to walk during her time out. He still brought them to as much of a shine as you can hiking boots, with delicately sucked clean laces.

Aurora Sexy Assassin

-by Joaquin (a.k.a. "bootboy" / "bootslover")
Dedicated to the lovely Aurora

EPISODE 1: "Death comes in black thong panties"

The long straight lonely highway stretch for several miles for as far as the eye could see. On both sides of it, a vast desert landscape, warm and only beginning to show signs of life as the sun steadily rose on the far horizon. Other than a frightened gecko that scurried pass across the wide deserted avenue and a flight of vultures overhead, and one patient rider well hidden behind a boulder, the infinite scenery was definitely lifeless.

Saturday came around and Dave arrived at Kim's room on time as requested, hungry to serve. He lightly tapped on the doior and Kim promptly answered with a sweet, sadistic smile on her face. She ushered him in, and once the door was shut, naturally ushered him to the floor. He dropped at once and almost synchronised with the snap of her fingers as she pointed to her feet, planted kisses over her socked feet. The socks were black and a little sweaty. Dave figured she must have been for a run that morning. He sniffed the aroma lightly as he kissed, and she towered above. Man, it smelt good, thought Dave. The scent of life itself.

Dave licked both of Kim's boots to perfection, they gleamed like new. It made him feel so proud to have acomplished something so wonderful. To enhance Kim's appearance even more by ensuring her boots were as clean as could be was an incredible honorur to him, and Kim felt it as he looked up at her, a look of slavish devotion in his eyes.

"Ah, look at how proud he is to have licked your boots, Kim," chuckled Claire. "Isn't it a great feeling?" "Oh yes," replied Kim as she crouched down a little to examine her boots, turning them on the heel from side to side. "He's done a good job, too. You've really trained him well. I would love to have a shoelicker of my own!!"

Part 1

He lay shackled on the floor of his gloomy, windowless cell. Only the single, bare light bulb in the ceiling kept him from being in total darkness. The only sign of life was the occasional sound of the voices of the female guards outside the cell door as they patrolled the corridors.

It was more of a dungeon than a cell - straw on the ground for a bed; a hole in the ground for a toilet. The sole item of furniture was, somewhat bizarrely, a thick, heavy wooden chair in the middle of the room – a chair he couldn’t even reach far enough to sit on due to the chain connecting him to the wall. All he could do was lie or kneel in front of it. Why was there a chair in the middle of the room? It obviously wasn’t for his use. Who was it for?

Part 1

He awoke early that morning. As he lay face down in the dark compartment in which he was confined he could hear the first stirrings of activity in the town square directly outside. The free citizens of Barbaria were beginning to go about their daily business, which meant he would be starting work soon also.

She would be here soon to open up the hatch - ready for him to stick out his head. He was familiar with the routine by now. Sure enough he heard footsteps approaching outside, followed by a bright shaft of light suddenly engulfing the gloomy confines of his prison.

Dave stopped daydreaming for a moment as he felt a quite large stone that was wedged in a lump of mud he had chewed from her football boots slip down his throat and make him choke a little. He looked at the soles of the boots, studs all shining like they had been polished for days. He felt a real sense of achievement. Of course he knew that Claire thought nothing of his efforts - it merely was an arrangement that meant she had constantly clean boots and ones that she never had to clean herself! Though of course, she did get off on the fact that she had her own slave who considered himself worth less than the mud and grime she walked in.

Dave sat on the floor of his room at the hall of residence and opened the bag that Claire had given him earlier that day containing her football boots and socks. She played football twice a week, and thanks to Dave, she had the best kept boots of anyone in the girl's team. Those studs shone whenever she went onto the pitch.

Claire had handed Dave the bag during their session that afternoon. He would clean her boots and suck the sweat from her socks, before carefully washing and drying them, ready to return for her next match.

The Special Red Carpet p. Seven

It wasn’t but a moment after Britney had went inside, before he spotted Christina Aguilera coming up the drive. She had a mischievous grin on her face, and her eyes gleamed with excitement. She had seen what Britney had done and knew she could top it.

Christina came strutting up to his side, in a pair off skimpy short-shorts and flimsy top, her high-heel boots clicking loudly on the pavement. Looking down into his eyes, she lifted up one of her boots placing the heel and sole on his hand resting at his side, and stepped up on it with all her weight. She smiled down at him wickedly, as his face couldn’t hide the pain; her heel digging down into his hand was causing. As she brought her other boot up to his chest, she twisted her heel, maliciously, on his hand.