A Working Sissy Girl

I look up at my boots. Cute! Received delivery just day before yesterday, my boy friend hasn't even seen them yet. He'll like them, know he will. 3" spike heel ankle boots, very shiny patent leather, I look up at the one on my right foot. I run my hand down the thigh-high lace top seamed nylon coming up out of that boot and let my finger feel the boot heel, sharp! You could hurt someone with these boots if you weren't careful. That's exactly the image I was looking for when I ordered them.

I look over at the balding head moving up and down between my legs, the top of his head is all I can see, my thighs closed softly around the sides of his face. He's trying to please. I know that and actually he is, feels real good having my ass licked like this. But I'd never let him know that. His face is buried between my cheeks. I have my legs pulled back to my chest, spread slightly and just enough to hold him in place, make him have to work for it. I look back up at my boots, raised up above me as I lay on my back on the bed. I made the right choice, they are very hot, so very cute!

I bring the riding crop I'm holding in my right hand down across his back. Not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to make a 'snap' noise, get his attention, feel him shudder as the crop meets his flesh, "I told you, long slow strokes! Can't you do anything right!" I bring the crop down across his outer left arm. He's naked and on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back. He's kneeling at the edge of the bed I'm lying on. I'm on my back, my rear end right at the edge of the mattress and up in his face. He starts to apologize...

"Mistress, I'm..." I cut him off before I hear the next word. I know it was going to be 'sorry'.

"Shut up you fucking bitch, shut up! I'll tell you when to talk. You just lick until I tell you to stop, show me you love me. You can do that for me, can't you? Should I have you stop? If you love me you'd better find a way of showing it!"