I stepped in and shut the door. Lynn wasn't there, so I waited. She liked making me wait, I remembered. I put my briefcase down and stood patiently.
“Jane.'
She had appeared without warning, standing in the archway that led to the bedrooms, attired in a formal English riding habit, minus the hat. My mouth went dry and I felt my knees wobble. Her high black boots glistened; her hair was perfectly combed. The white breeches were immaculate, the black velvet trim on her black coat like a starless night sky. Her brilliant white stock was decorated with a single pearl. In her gloved hand was a crop.
“Come here,” Lynn said, her chin high.
“Dr. Jeffries,” I breathed.
“Now, Jane,” she said.
I walked toward her, but she frowned at me so intently I gathered this was incorrect and dropped to my knees, crawling the rest of the way until I was prostrate at her feet. I felt a boot on my neck.
“Do you love me?” she asked.
“More every minute,” I mumbled against the Spanish tiles.
The boot was removed, but quickly found a new home on my ass. I began to wet myself. “Oh, God,” I moaned.
“That's a good start,” she said. She kicked my legs apart and I whimpered. I hadn't been in subspace since the day I fixed her window, and that had been a brief trip, however sweet. She slid her left boot up under me into my crotch and pressed down on my butt with her right.
“Ah! Please, Dr. Jeffries,” I groaned, writhing against her leather. It was marvelous.
“Get up, horsey,” she directed.
I scrambled to my hands and knees and she seated herself on my back, but gently, keeping in mind I was no spring chicken. Her weight was well down toward my hips where I could carry her safely.
She swatted me with her crop. “Giddyap.'
“Um, where to?” I asked.
“My bedroom, down the hall,” she said. “Move it.'
Looking ahead, I saw the double doors at the end of the hall were open for the first time ever, and I lost no time taking my mistress to her chambers.
I was panting by the time I got there, and sore, and Lynn got off me quickly. “You all right?” She sounded a little anxious.
“Yes, ma'am,” I told her.
“Have some water.” Lynn pointed. There was a large bowl of water on the floor near the bathroom.
I trusted her not to make me share with Paprika, so I crawled over and drank. I wondered if she'd make me go outside and pee in the grass when I needed to.
“Come here, Jane,” she called me, and I turned to find her seated in an armchair. Obediently I crawled to her and French-kissed her smooth, shiny boots. Ambrosia. I nuzzled her instep and rested my cheek on it. I could have stayed like that all night.
“You like that, don't you?” she asked. “I think maybe you like it too much. Take your clothes off. Animals don't wear clothing.'
Hastily I removed everything and folded it under an antique dresser out of the sight of my mistress and waited on my knees for her next command.
“Look what I have for you,” Lynn said, holding something up where I could see it. It was my clit clip. She must have palmed it the other night at the house.
I smiled, “My lord is too kind.'
“I am, aren't I? Lie on your back for me, slave,” she said, tilting her chin in that haughty way she had that just drove me wild.
I lay down immediately at her feet.
“Spread your legs wide,” Lynn said. “Around the legs of the chair.'
It was a stretch but I managed it, thrusting myself up at her. I thought she would put the clip on right then, but she had other plans. She settled back in the chair, crossed her legs at the ankle and rested her heel deeply in my crotch. She picked up the remote to her TV and turned it on to some nature program or other. “Don't move,” she advised. Then she ignored me.
“Uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I gasped. The weight of both her legs was right on my clit! How was I supposed to hold still? I couldn't. I writhed against her boot.
She joggled her leg, sending waves of sensation through me. “Didn't you hear me?” she snapped. “What did I tell you?'
“You… you said not to move, but then you made me,” I whined, pressing against her for more.
Lynn snarled down at me, “If you move again, I'll take my boot away and put the clip on. I'll take my boots off and I won't let you kiss them or lick them again. If you want to feel my leather in your cunt, Cunt, stay still.'
She let me feel her heel move again, and then she stopped and I lay in delicious torment under her boot, willing myself to motionlessness and concentrating on the sensation of her hard touch in my softest, most vulnerable place. I could feel myself oozing. “Oh, thank you. Oh, please, Dr. Jeffries, don't take your boot away,” I begged.
“Be quiet, you reptile. You don't deserve the touch of my leather,” Lynn remarked, and she shifted slightly so that the edge of her heel dug in.
“Ahhhhhhh!” I shrieked, but I was perfectly still. “Thank you!” I groaned. “Oh, Jesus, thank you.'
“Aren't you ashamed of being so helpless and so needy?” she whispered, looking down at me over the toes of her boots. “What kind of person would beg to writhe under the boots of such a demanding bitch, hmmm?” she teased and she wiggled her foot again.
“Oh, don't stop, please don't stop,” I babbled. If she kept doing that I would come, but we both knew that wasn't going too happen.
She rocked her boots in my crotch and I moaned in ecstasy under them. “Oh, God, I love you so much,” I practically wept.
Lynn looked down her nose at me. “Oh, I know you do, but you're not going to come that way. Far too easy and way too soon. You have to earn it.” Without warning, she removed her boots from my crotch and I wailed with loss.
“Lick my heel clean, slut.'
I turned over, grabbed her boot and licked it where it had rested in me. I was on fire. I hurt so bad, wanting her.
Viciously she yanked her foot away and rolled me over. Swiftly she knelt and clipped me, easily holding my arms out of the way, and then she lay full-length on top of me, devouring my mouth.
“Lynn, Lynn,” I muttered through a haze of longing. “Let me love you. Let me eat you, please, please.” My hips jerked out of control, the sensation of the pressure of the clip on my clit was intense. What was more, she still had her gloves on and her touch on my bare skin was extremely exciting.
“How dare you address me by my first name, you unworthy piece of trash?” she demanded. “Roll over.'
I heaved myself onto my stomach and lay whimpering as she applied the crop to my bare ass. I hadn't been whipped in such a long time. The heat was delicious, as was the knowledge it was being applied by the dominant of my dreams. “Jesus, Dr. Jeffries, ma'am, oh, thank you!” I howled.
I don't know how many she gave me, but my ass was on fire by the time she got done, to match my pounding clit, and it was glorious. Tears of joy ran down my cheeks and I wallowed in her absolute authority over me.
I heard the sound of a zipper and then she was prodding me with her booted foot. “On your back.'
Lynn knelt down on top of me, her knees pinning my thighs to the rug, her gloved hands on my shoulders. Her coat was off and her pants were down and I saw she wore no underwear. “Fuck me,” she ordered, and lowered herself between my legs so that there was contact between her thigh and my clip. I worked my hand up inside her and began to stroke her.
“Oh… yes,” she sighed, “Oh, God, yes, baby, do me. Mmmmm.'
She thrust against me rhythmically, pushing the clip into me each time. I writhed against her. Maybe I could have thrown her off, but my only desire at that moment was to please her and feel her come.
