3. Boot Slut

"mmmm I would how greatful you would be to go back in my closet.." She considered. "Slut?" - "Would you be greatful if i put you back in my closet?". My knees by this time were straining and i let out a meek "Yes Goddess." "I wonder how long you could take - being chained up in there amongst my shoes and boots?"

I had to admit, the prospect of waiting for her, being put aside when she had no use of me drove me crazy with excitement. Waiting in this way, really pushed it home that i was nothing more than her property. At the same time however, just to kneel on the ground, in her presence and be ignored by her - was euphoria.

Lost in the excitement of what she was doing to me right now i let out an excited "Hours - Goddess". She lauged in my face - "Hours? Ha Ha Ha - I was more thinking DAYS!" She exclaimed. "I know that the human body is capable of sustaining itself for 3 days without food or water. I know its warm in there and if i give you the ocassional drink, you should be ok for a while. Dont you think?" She stated flatly.

I was horified, as the words left her mouth, and my heart was beating like a drum as i became genuinely afraid. "Touch yourself" She comanded. I complied, becoming more excited by the second. "She watched with a smile on her face. "Now - Ask me" She cooed. "Beg me to put you back in the closet - bitch"

I wanted to resist, but we both knew she had me where she wanted me. Excited, aroused on my knees wallowing in my submission to her. I couldnt help myself. "Please Goddess?". I asked. "Please - What?" She asked.

"Please Goddess, put me in your closet" I panted - my heart pounding. "You can beg nicer than that, say please again....nicer...as nice as you can." She toyed.

"Pleeeeease Goddess" I whined. "Again - Keep Begging" Came her reply. I whined and whined for what seemed like an eternity, excited and wallowing in my submission. She say calmly, observing my state with a wide smile on her face as she discected my soul with her eyes. "Your Pathetic" She stated flatly. "Stop touching yourself"

I felt pathetic and part of me wanted to run and hide from the statement along with her stare which drilled through me. I was ashamed, excited and deeply submissive for her. She quickly recuffed my hands to the chain that ran down my back and opened the closet door. She stood there watching me on my knees. "Do I need to drag you by your hair or can you get in yourself?"

I stumbled over onto my side, and slithered like an insect to the closet and slowly made my way inside. I could feel her stare on me. Once she was satisfied that i was in position, she closed the door. I heard a click and was once again submerged into darkness, alone with the smell of her from her footwear in the closet and the clothes hung up around me.

2. My first taste

She half dragged me by my hair, back to where her computer was and shoved me to the floor. She laid back in her chair regally and thrust her bare foot out into my lap. I began to rub her foot as my eyes linked with hers. "Eyes down" She commanded as she picked up her pack of cigarettes.

I cast my eyes down on to her slender foot. She was a size 9. I was caressing her foot with my eyes and hands thinking that it was a lot of foot and how lucky i was when a noise on the floor interupted the spell.

My eyes moved to the cigarette lighter she had just thrown on the floor. "Light my cigarette - Slut" she stated.I gripped the lighter and moved my eyes up to her face, scared not to make too much eye contact. She inhaled deeply as the cigarette ignited and blew a stream of smoke directly into my face.

I was hypnotised, kneeling there, looking into her delicate features. She smoked her cigarette and eyed me much like a spider to a fly. She blew another stream of smoke into the air - the ash becoming longer on the end.

She squinted at me as she moved her cigarette to my face. I knew instictively what she required and i tilted my head back and opened my mouth to receive her ashes.

She stopped short of my mouth and stated "Wider". I complied, yet still she paused - "Wider" she stated with more volume. I stretched as far as i could and with that she flicked her ash into the back of my throat with a wicked grin.

"Whenever my cigarette nears your mouth - thats how i expect you to recieve my ash.-Do you understand?". I replied with a meek "Yes, Goddess". "And what do you say - my little bitch?" She asked sternly as she stared into my soul. "Thankyou Goddess" I offered. "Good Boy" She cooed, as she blew another stream of smoke into my face.

She bid me lay on my back and shuffle closer to her, i complied as fast as she spoke of course. She placed her foot up on my chest, occassionally stretching out to push my face in with it. She alternated the motion with tapping her ash into my mouth until it were almost finished"

She grinned wickedly once again as she blew on the tip of the cigarette. It glowed menacingly as she spoke without even looking at me, more interested in the dangerous glow. "Touch yourself".

I rubbed my engorged member as she blew some more on the tip of her cigarette". "Whos cock is that?" She cooed. "nnnnggg Yours Goddess" I whined. "And i can do anything i want to my cock cant I - Bitch?". "nnnnnggg Yes Goddess" I wimpered as i continued to stroke "her" cock.

She placed the red hot tip to the underside of my testicles...."Stop" she said sternly. My heart was beating like a drum and my breath felt like i was running a marathon. "hmmm here?" She asked, a wicked grin on her face, enjoying my predicament. All i could do was whimper and whine. Part of me horified with anticipation, another part of me, the submissive part - was on fire with lust and secretly wished she would press down right there.

She moved the tip to my inner thigh. "Maybe here?" She looked into my eyes and grinned that wicked, girlish smile that i cant run from. "mmmm what about here" she said menancing as she placed it a fraction from the shaft, where the skin was thinest. I moaned and yelped as she teased me, sure that any second i would endure for her.

She leaned back and stubbed the cigarette out into her smokeless ashtray and deposited the butt in the centre. I whined in relief and shuddered - part relieved, part dissapointed. She paused at that and picked up the ashtray.

She played with the lid and hovered over me, looking at my face in a serious manner. I froze, and watched her hands play with the cover to her ashtray as she seem to consider her next action.

My twisted mind jumped to the conclusion that perhaps she was about to empty the contents into my mouth, just to watch me gag a while for her amusement.

Part of me horified, but part of me in euphoria with anticipation. As my heart began to pound, she paused and with another wicked grin placed the ashtray back on the table...

1. Her new toy

She asked me once.. if she chained me up and and put me in her cupboard to wait for her - would I be greatful? I was super horny at the time and the question just injected more excitement within me. I of course replied "yes", and she began to tease me with it, telling me she wondered how greatful I would be. I was lost in her voice and in the excitement i was feeling for her.

Without hesitation or shame I reveled all my secrets, my perversions and desires. My need to serve her, to be hers, to be used and abused by her. How i needed her cruelty, her direction....her love.

I remember the first time she put me in there, my hands were cuffed behind my back and a chain was led up from the cuffs to my neck. It wasnt exactly tight but it limited my movement. She first had me kneel on the floor next to her as typed on the computer....I almost fell over myself to get down there on the floor. I could see her taking note from the corner of her eye, but she continued to ignore me. She was drinking wine at the time and smoking a cigarette and said nothing for a while as she scrutinized her computer screen. She was logged on to a website called "collarme.com" and was sifting through messages from potential submissives.

I remeber feeling...well it was humiliating to be at her feet on my knees as she ignored me, then as her seat turned slightly and she thrust a foot out onto my lap. She considered me carefully as she smoked her cigarette and peered into my soul. "Rub" she stated flatly, I complied without hesitation, holding her gaze. Then she gave me half a smile and turned back to her screen.

I was very excited to be at last at the feet of my Goddess, and felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. She ignored me again for about 10 minutes before turning and blowing smoke into my face. "Cuffs"..she stated flatly once again. My knees were stiff already and hurt as I dragged myself painfully to the drawer by her bed to retrieve a pair of shiny handcuffs. As i was taking them out of the drawer I heard "bring the chain and padlocks too" from over my shoulder.

I looked back to see her smiling at me as she stubbed her cigarette out firmly into her ashtray. Her eyes didnt leave mine as she exhaled smoke and smiled playfully at me. My heart began to quicken in my chest like a drum. I crawled back on my knees and placed myself at her feet once again. I handed her the restraints as our eyes were locked together, I felt naked to her and fragile, vulnerable.

I was locked and secured before i knew and she invited me to the door of her walk in wardrobe. I was on my knees peering into the dark there and then i felt her foot on my shoulder. She thrust me into the wardrobe down amongst her shoes, I was trapped in my restraints and heard her laugh as the light disapeared followed by a click and then silence.

I was a mess for her and she knew it. As i lay there i became aware of various smells coming from her shoes and boots in the wardrobe - my face was pretty much buried in them! I heard her chair judder as she sat once again at her computer and the clicking of the keyboard from the wall to the left of me.

My heart was beating fast and i was overwelmed by feelings of excitement, fear and lust. I was alone, discarded, restrained and buried in the smell of her shoes, as she ignored me. I was waiting for her, I was a mess for her and wondered how long she would leave me here like this. I sought out the boots she wore when we first met at the airport, the smell was strong in them, they were leather with a short thin heel.

Some time later the door opened tried to look back to see her in the doorway but couldnt because of my restraints. She laughed at my predicament once again and the door closed leaving me once again a waiting lusty mess. The cliking from the keyboard outside resume and i breathed her scent deep, the intensity of my excitement was massive and i was yearning, lusting for her. The time period before she checked on me the second time seemed like forever and when she did open the door once again there was no smile, just silence as she observed me in my predicament.

I was plunged once again in the darkness and my fear was growing that I may be in here for some time, or did she expect something from me that i was missing. It crossed my mind that perhaps I was to abase myself even further by cleaning her shoes and boots with my tongue
As the thought completed itself, the door was opened once again and i was led back into the light......