Labrador

a story from the poet in me...please accept it as a token of my submission...

michael's mind was spinning...a whirlwind...after talking online to Mistress and on the phone a few times, here he was, kneeling at her doorstep with a rose in his mouth, about to knock with his trembling hands.  He had been so taken with her poetic perception and her wisdom to understand and appreciate the soft submissive side of him, it lead him to trust her with becoming Hers.

     His three knocks echoed like thunder in his head.  He was already breathing hard, everything in his head telling him not to let this Woman break him, but something deep inside his heart knowing that is all he wanted.  The door creeked open and there was Mistress. 

     She was wearing thigh high leather boots, a short leather skirt, long leather gloves, and had a collar and leash in her hands.  "Hello my pet," she gazed deep into michael's now melting eyes.  Her words simply washed over him and he was ready to do anything, everything she commanded.  "Crawl on in and take off your clothes."

     michael did what she said, shredding any dignity he had at her doorstep.  She admired him as he stripped, a young boy who had fallen prey to her.  She could also tell he was terribly nervous.  She walked over to him, her heels hypnotizing him even deeper into submission.  She lifted his chin with her gloved finger and locked her eyes into his.  "You are now mine, michael.  You are to do exactly as I say, immediately.  You will learn to obey the snap of my fingers, the click of my high heels, the sting of my whip.  And you will love every moment under my control.  Are you ready to submit to me my pet?  Today is the day where we will seal your submission.  You can start by kissing each one of my boots."

     He slowly lowered his head and dropped the rose at her feet.  He gave each boot a kiss.  He waited for further instructions.  Instead, he felt Mistress secure a collar and leash around his neck.  "Follow me pet," she whispered as she gave him a tug on the leash. 

     michael followed, his eyes mesmerized by the click clack of her heels.  he wanted so badly to worship her thighs, kiss her divine bottom, he knew he could do that all day long. 

     She led him to the living room, which was lit with candles.  A warm fire was going.  She stepped on his leash and brought his face to the ground, next to the toe of her boot.  "You are my little bootlicker, aren't you michael?  Would you like to lick my boots?" she knew how to tease him into a humiliated submission.

     "Yes Mistress, please let me lick your boots.  I am yours to do with what you please." he couldn't even look her in the eyes when he said it.

     "Good my pet.  You may lick the bottom of my boots.  Do a good job my little bootlicker."  Mistress sat on the couch and made michael lick the bottom of her boots, suck on the heels, and lick up the sides of her leatherclad legs.  When she had enough entertainment, she stepped back on his leash, bringing his forehead back to the floor.  "Now it's time for your reward, my little slut.  Have you ever had the pleasure of being whipped?"

     michael began to shake a bit, and breathe heavy.  "No Mistress," he stammered out.

     "How lovely," she laughed.  She let up her foot on his leash and tugged him up on his knees.  She then stood and looked down at him, her gloves rubbing his afraid face and stroking his hair.  She lifted his chin as high as it would go with her finger and again pierced his eyes with her lovingly commanding glare, "perhaps you need to be tied then?  Until you can really appreciate my whip."

     It was more of a rhetorical question, Mistress did not need an answer from him.  She pulled him up to his feet and led him to a large doorway, where she secured his hands above his head.  His breath could not keep up with his heartbeat.  She walked around him a few times, click clack, click clack, click clack, caressing his naked body a bit with her hands.  She ran her fingers down his bound arms and to his nipples, where she squeezed and twisted them.  Michael moaned. 

     "Good boy.  I love to hear you moan."  Mistress then pulled out a pair of panties and showed them to michael.  "Open your mouth my little slut." michael did as he was told and before he knew it, he had a pair of Mistress's panties in his mouth, secured with pantyhose tied around his head.  She then unchained his leash, lowered it down to his scrotum, and tied a tight knot around his balls.  She pulled a bit and laughed.  "Good boy...all mine now."

     She left the room, click clack, click clack, click clack and did not come back immediately.  michael was swirling deeper and deeper into submission, wondering what would become of him, wondering what Mistres would do next. 

     When she did come back, she caressed his shaking body with a few strokes of her hands, and held her hand over his heart.  It beat like sunrise.  Then she twisted his nipples, slapped his face, and tugged on his cock and ball leash.  michael moaned again.  Mistress smiled.

     She held up two different whips.  "Which one do you want my pet?  What kind of art would you like me to make with your body? I want to hear you bark through your gag for the one you want."  She held up each whip and michael barked.  He had no idea which was worse.

     "There will be twenty lashes for you my pet.  And after each whipping, I want to hear you say how many lashes, and 'thank you Mistress for training me to be your dog.'  If you forget how many lashes, or to say thank you, we will begin again.  Understood?"

     michael muffled a yes.