Amy has discovered the joy of dominating her husband, and she has no intention of stopping now. Their sex life has never been better.
But Amy keeps pushing his boundaries. How far will her husband go to please her? With help from some boots, some handcuffs, a stranger and a friend, she intends to find out.
“That’s better,†she smiled down at me. “You’re not here to talk, are you?â€
“No Miss Amy,†I tried to say, but all that came through the panties was a series of muffled grunts. Amy laughed at me as she sat on the couch in front of me, crossing her legs and depriving me of the sight of the pussy I could taste on my tongue.
“Alright, slut,†she sneered, “you wanted those boots so badly. Crawl over there and get them, then crawl back here and put them on me.â€
Naked, crawling, with her damp panties in my mouth as a gag, I was ecstatic. I quickly removed the boots from their box and brought them to her. I took her extended foot in my hands reverently and slid the boot on. Then I began the task of lacing them tightly, from the top of her foot to just below her knee. Then I buckled the five buckles over the laces, drawing the boots even tighter. The shiny black leather clung to her legs and feet like a second skin. She flexed her foot, admiring the boot for a moment. Then she recrossed her legs so that her other foot was raised, and I began the process again. All the while, she stared coolly down at me, a slight smile on her face.
“That’s right,†she said quietly, almost to herself, “fix my shoes for me, bitch.â€
When I was done, I sat back, my hands at my sides. She stood up and tried a few steps in the tall heels.
“What do you think?†she asked. I stared helplessly up at her, and she laughed.
“That’s right,†she said, “nice and quiet. Sluts like you should be seen and not heard. I bet you’d like to kiss these boots, wouldn’t you?â€
I nodded eagerly.
“You’d lick them, too, if I told you to, wouldn’t you?â€
I nodded again.
“Such a little pervert. I think it’s time for these, don’t you?†She’d brought the handcuffs from the bedroom. She stood above me with the cuffs dangling from a single finger, her other hand on her hip, her red hair tumbling down to her irresistible cleavage, her exposed pussy level with my face and her shiny black boots at my knees. What could I do? I snapped the handcuffs on myself, securing my hands behind my back.
“Good,†Amy smiled. “I like my bitches helpless. I can do whatever I want to you.†She placed a hand on my shoulder and raised a leg. For a moment I thought she was going to push my face into her pussy, but instead she rubbed the toe of her new boot along the underside of my shaft. I groaned into her panties.
“Such a needy, desperate little slut. One of your wife’s shoes is all you need, isn’t it?†She pushed my cock upwards, the sole of her boot trapping it against my stomach. The thin heel poked at my dangling balls.
“What’s this?†she said, her eye caught by something over by the shopping bags. Her foot dropped from my throbbing cock, her heels clicking on the laminate floor. She walked over to the shopping bags and grabbed something.
“Yeah, this’ll be fun,†she said. “Stand up.â€