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A Real-Time Encounter with Mistress Patricia By
slave sprint900 i
am fortunate to live in the same city as Mistress Patricia.
With such a strong Domination presence so nearby, it is inevitable that i
am drawn to Her like a moth to a flame. i
came to visit Mistress Patricia during the daytime. Ensuring that i arrive on-time of course, i let myself in and
walk down the hall to Her living room. i’ve
been with other dominatrices before and have also visited Mistress Patricia one
time previously so am somewhat experienced but can’t stop my legs from
trembling as i walk into the room. It
is a large room, the lights are off but daylight is coming through the windows
so i can see the room very clearly. It
is neat and tidy, there is a sofa, coffee table, two armchairs, a TV and a
computer workstation turned on, quietly humming away. i can hear music playing softly from the TV tuned to a music
video channel. At
the other end of the room, my eyes are drawn to Mistress Patricia, sitting in
one of the armchairs, legs crossed. One
glimpse of Her eyes and the way She looks at me, i know this will not be an
encounter of equals. She wears a
black mini-dress, beautiful thigh high black leather boots, black leather gloves
and flexing a black riding crop in Her hands. i
am commanded to get down on hands and knees and crawl to Her.
i crawl to within inches of those boots and get excited with anticipation
of pressing them to my lips and tasting the leather of Her boots, but then She
asks “did I give you permission to look at My boots?”.
i say “no”, but am quickly and sternly corrected, “No, Mistress!”. Mistress
puts the collar around my neck and fastens the leash.
So there i am, on hands and knees before Mistress Patricia as She sits,
legs crossed. My face is inches
from Her boots as she continues to flex Her riding crop.
Since i have not yet been permitted to look at Her boots, i must keep my
eyes closed, but that is difficult for this slave and She knows it. As
i breath, i catch the heavy erotic scent of Her leather not far from my face.
As She moves Her legs slightly, i can hear the creaking sound that
leather makes as one boot rubs up against another.
Then i feel one boot brush up against my arm and i open my eyes.
Discipline is immediate. There
is a whish sound as the end of the riding crop cuts through the air and is
brought down hard on my ass, and i feel it’s sting. i
close my eyes again and turn my head away from Mistress’ extended boot to
avoid the temptation. Then She
crosses Her legs the other way and i can feel one boot brush up against my
cheek. Mistress is tormenting
me. i open my eyes once more and am
surprised to see She has positioned one boot to within an inch of my lips.
This time a gloved hand flashes down and slaps me across the face. Now
Mistress wants to hear me beg to kiss and lick Her boots.
i try my best, saying that this slave is worthy of touching only the
lowest parts of Her beautiful body, Her boots, Her feet.
But since my performance for Her thus far has been unsatisfactory, She
denies all my pleas and instead She stuffs one of Her leather gloves into my
mouth to prevent me from trying to kiss or lick Her boots.
After
a while, Mistress says that there are some spots on Her boots that do need
cleaning, so i may have a use after-all. The
glove is removed from my mouth and finally, my lips and tongue are permitted to
touch Mistress’ boots. She
directs me to the spots that need to be licked clean by pointing with the tip of
Her riding crop. i say that this is
the only purpose in life for this slave, to lick Her boots clean.
She agrees. My tongue slides up and down on Her boots, the
sensation is extremely erotic. She
sees i am enjoying it too much and commands me to stop. Mistress
grabs the leash, gets up and i must follow Her on all fours as She walks to the
other end of the room. It is
beautiful to see Mistress walk in those boots.
i didn’t see it when i first came into the room, but as i look up, i
can see a huge wooden cross, in the shape of an “X”,
bolted to one wall of the room.
i am commanded to stand, spread my legs and face the wall as she straps
my wrists and ankles to the cross. i
didn’t know what to expect but then when Mistress stuffs the leather glove
back into my mouth i realize what is about to happen. She
whips me. First with a riding crop
and then with a flogger. After
a while, She stops. i’m breathing
hard. She leaves me and goes into
another room where it sounds like She is fixing Herself a drink. Then from the sound of Her boots walking on the floor, i can
hear She has returned to the room.
i am not sure what She is doing.
i am lashed to this cross, legs and arms spread wide apart, facing the
wall, with Her leather glove stuffed into my mouth, my back and ass still
feeling hot after having been whipped by my Mistress.
It is quiet for what seems like a long time. There is the occasional chime from the computer as email
messages come in. She asks me if i
still have circulation in my hands and feet.
She laughs at the thought of getting into alt.com and letting the
Canadian Chat room know where sprint is right now.
She also comments that She may have a treat for me. Finally,
She comes over and releases me from the cross and instructs me to get back down
on all fours again. Mistress
then mounts me. She sits on my back
and sticks Her boots on either side of my face and orders me to give her a ride
back to Her chair, horseback style. Hoping
She doesn’t use Her riding crop like a horse jockey, i carefully give my
Mistress a ride back to Her chair. i
must now complete the job of licking Her boots.
Mistress rests her feet on my back and says She has found another use for
this slave, as a footstool. i
am then presented with my “treat”, consisting of pieces of broken bread, on
a tin plate, mixed with a little water to make the bread soggy.
i have to eat it from the plate on the floor like a dog.
While i’m eating, i am surprised when Mistress steps down on the middle
of the plate, squishing the bread under Her boot, like She is putting out a
cigarette. i am then instructed to
hold Her boot up and eat the remaining bread off the bottom of Her boot. She then stabs a piece of bread off the plate with her
spiked heel and instructs me to eat it. Now
that i am finished with my “treat”, Mistress ties my hands behind my back
and commands me to lie down on the floor, face up, gazing up at Her boots as She
sits in Her chair. Mistress
then steps on me, digging the stiletto heels into my chest. She brings one boot back to step on my face.
i suck on the tip of Mistress' boot heel, which seems to amuse Her.
She rewards me by rubbing my cock with the tip of Her riding crop. Mistress
then unties me and instructs me to kneel in front, facing Her, where upon She
pushes the sole of Her boot into my crotch.
i instinctively back-up but am sternly told to hold still as She further
squashes my cock between Her boot and my abdomen. Mistress is toying with my cock, rubbing the tip of Her
boot up and down the shaft of my penis and batting it around side to side with
the toe of Her boot. Mistress says
i was “cock whipping” Her boot but i insist not.
With that, She tells me to lie back down on the floor, face up.
She sticks Her boots in my face again and says that it amuses Her to see
this slave stroke his cock and cum while licking Her boots. As
i am cleaning myself up, She informs me She will be completing my humiliation by
telling all on the alt.com Canadian chat room what She did with me today.
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