apart. I already knew I would do whatever she demanded to stay together. I think we all know when we have found the perfect person. No one is perfect for everyone, of course, but some are more perfect for each of us than others. Above all, no man could tolerate Lynn Jeffries for more than a few months. Lynn was made for submissive women, me in particular. I made up my mind, as I looked into her eyes, that she would never have reason to regret her decisions about herself, her career, and us.
I don't know what she saw in my eyes, but the next instant she sped up that delicious grinding against my clit and sent me hurtling toward orgasm.
And then she yanked me back. Just as I was howling to come, every muscle stretched to the limit, she jerked her hand out, grabbed my head and shoved my face between her legs again. With her crop still firmly planted in my vagina, I began to gobble her passionately, not giving the slightest thought to my lost orgasms, only to hers, which were imminent.
Lynn used her boots to ride me like a bronco, leaving marks I knew would last for days and which I would cherish. When she wanted more or different, her order was emphasized with a jab of her heel or toe to my ass or back. I groaned aloud and gave her what she demanded, and what she deserved.
She screeched with ecstasy when she began her second set of orgasms, yanked my head down and pounded herself into my face. I ate her furiously, trying to keep her climaxes as intense as the first ones had been. When she finally moaned, “Stop, enough,” I felt more used and neglected than ever, and I knew she had done it for both of us. I licked her clean, trembling with my own needs, but extremely reluctant to say anything. Lynn knew what I needed, and how, and when. I didn't want to come unless she wanted me to.
After she had enjoyed my caresses for a while, she said, “Turn over on your back and lie with your head down at the foot of the bed. Then spread your legs.'
I did as I was told, anxious for more torture or whatever pleased her. She looked down at me to make sure I had done as she wished. Slowly she slid the crop out of my twat, making me arch in agony. “Good. Hold yourself up, just like that,” she ordered, and she slid the handle, wet and slick, up inside my asshole as far as it would go. “Like that?'
“Yes! Yes!” I gasped, my eyes wide with amazement. She knew every trick in the book.
“Good. Lie down.” She stripped her gloves off, fluffed up her pillows and picked up the remote for her TV. “Slide up until my heel is in your cunt, bitch.'
Eagerly, I positioned myself as she had prescribed.
“Hard,” she said. “Harder.'
Had she been wearing high heels, which was extremely infrequent anyway, I would have been impaled, but even so, she was grinding my clitoris under her boot.
“Don't move.'
“Please, Dr. Jeffries,” I panted. “That feels so good.'
“I know it does, and if you move, you won't come. That's a promise.'
“If I'm good, will you let me come?” I implored.
“We'll see,” she grinned, and she winked at me. She gave her foot a wiggle and I gasped, but I held still. “Good girl. Let's see how long you can be a good, quiet, obedient slave.'
With infinitely small movements, Lynn slowly brought me to the edge of climax, just moving her heel slightly now and then. Spasms of need shot through me as I balled the bedclothes in my fists. “Ohhhhhh, Dr. Jeffries,” I murmured. “You're killing me.'
“You love it, my little boot-licker. Don't you?” She prodded me with her boot.
“Yes! Yes!'
“You'd rather lie there like this for hours than actually come, wouldn't you?” she inquired.
“I'd rather please you no matter what,” I responded.
“Yes. I know,” she smirked. “And I'd rather you please me as well. But I can't come any more right now.'
“Well, whenever you can…” I began.
“Rest assured I will use you until you collapse whenever I want,” Lynn said sternly.
“Yes, Dr. Jeffries,” I sighed. “I love you, Dr. Jeffries.'
“I love you, too, Jane,” she said. “You know I prefer to be submissive, so if I take you as my slave, that should tell you a lot.'
“Yes, ma'am, I know, and I'll make it up to you,” I promised, shuddering with pleasure as she slowly moved her heel.
“When?'
“Tonight? Tomorrow?” I suggested.
“Not tonight.” She moved her boot again, looking down at me. “I've come enough to last a month! But I think I can be ready again tomorrow afternoon.'
“Whatever you say, my lord,” I groaned, concentrating on the tiny movements she made with her heel. “Oh, God, you're so good to me.'
“And don't you forget it,” she warned, punctuating each word with a slight pulse to my clit.
By now I was just vibrating, I was so close to orgasm. But I lay there looking up into her eyes, adoring her, worshipping her, not caring if I came or not as long as it pleased her. Lynn looked down at me with complete disdain, but the love in her eyes was just as evident. She was able to make herself into a completely domineering, demanding, inconsiderate bitch just to stimulate me to the absolute maximum, yet we both knew what a soft place she had in her heart for me, that she was willing to change her whole life.
“Lynn,” I whispered.
“Hmmm?” She smiled at me, slowly moving her boot.
“Oh, God!” She made me gasp by all but stomping my clit.
“What, slave?” she demanded.
“Thank you, Lynn,” I sighed. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
With that, she nodded and began to pump her heel regularly against my clit. I went rigid, holding my breath, not daring to hope, and then the orgasm blossomed in my groin. I wailed and arched up to meet her boot. She did not punish me for moving, but held me down with all the considerable strength in her leg and let me spend my passion against her heel. And having been trapped between her heel and her crop up my butt, there was considerable passion for me to expend, especially after those hours of subjugation to both her demanding pussy and her boots.
I lay on my back seeing stars, pressing against her as dozens of aftershocks ran through me. I heard her laugh and tried to focus on her face.
“Lick my boots clean, and then you can rest,” she ordered.
I rolled over on my face and cleaned my juices off her leather. Then Lynn let me remove her boots and stretch out against her bare feet.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered, “I expect to get as good as I gave.'
I nuzzled her sweet little toes. “It's a date.'
Chapter Twenty
I made a brief run home that evening to see to Sallie and Jay, but I went back to Lynn's house to spend the night, complete with omelets and skinny-dipping in the dark. We couldn't make love anymore; we were exhausted, but we didn't want to be apart, so we curled up in her bed and watched old movies, and then went to sleep in each other's arms. Although I enjoyed sleeping at her feet, that was nice, too.
Lynn didn't say anything, but I gathered she was so close to making her decision, she didn't care if anyone knew she had an overnight guest again. I was pretty close to making mine, too. I loved her so much, I was ready to tell her to go ahead and take the job and I would be with her. I just wasn't sure what form “with” was going to take. First of all, Lynn hadn't said anything concrete and I wasn't about to invite myself into her life any further until she did. Second, I wasn't about to set myself up for another disaster. If she backed out, I needed to be ready to protect myself. My plan was to wait and see, but also to be cooperative. She had made a wonderful overture and I
