“This is the last time you will address me as an equal,” her thumb-nail dug in, “I am The Mistress – The Mistress Sada – and as an inferior, you low creature, that is how you will address me. Any neglect in this respect spells punishment. Does that sink in?” Malcolm squirmed when she twisted his ear cruelly.
“Y-Yes…the M-Mistress…is most explicit…I will…”
“Quiet, fool, get to the closet…fetch those high black boots and lace ’em on me.”
Malcolm found a new closetful of awesome, high-heeled femininely masterful boots – of myriad heights, styles and colours. The thigh-high 7 inch-heeled splendour of the first black laced ones he saw sent tingles through his loins.
“I demand skin-tight lacing of m’boots, Husband,” said Sada, watching her kneeling husband; “lace ’em sloppy and you’ll feel leather!”
Originally posted 2013-12-26 14:23:24.