“You really want it, don't you?” I inquired idly, sitting on the bed and putting my right boot up on the stool.
“Please, Major,” she whimpered.
“Put your pussy on my boot, but stay still. If you move, I'll make you get off again, and I won't let you back on until you shine them with polish. That takes half an hour,” I informed her.
“Yes, ma'am,” she said and carefully rose to reposition herself on the leather. “Oooooooooh!” she groaned, her eyes squeezing shut as her clit made contact. She gripped my boot with her thighs and held very, very still, panting with the effort.
“Now, don't you dare move,” I reminded her, and I began to raise and lower my foot just enough to drive her crazy.
She began moaning and I knew how much she was loving it. “Hold onto my leg if you want, Lynn,” I invited. “Just make sure you don't move."
“Thank you, Major. You're so good to me, and it feels… wonderful!” Lynn enthused. Her thighs were trembling with the effort of remaining upright and not moving, but she managed to obey me.
“Now, I'm going to let you move, but just for a few seconds at a time, and if I tell you to stop and you don't, I'll punish you some more,” I told her.
“Are you ever going to let me come?” she pleaded.
“Do you deserve to come?” I demanded.
Lynn shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I'm a very bad little principal. I get off all day in my office.” She actually looked sad and I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing.
“Then behave. You can move now, but stay on my boot. Don't break contact."
She began to move slowly on the leather, sighing with relief. I let her go about ten seconds. “Stop!"
Lynn quit in mid-gyration, and held on, breathing with difficulty. She whimpered under her breath and looked up at me. I moved my foot, but she didn't waver. I caressed her cheek and she shuddered. She was very ready.
“Good girl. You can move another few seconds. But don't you dare come,” I warned her seriously. She nodded and began to slide on my boot again.
It was really quite delightful, controlling her like that, and her sensuous movements made my heart pound. I was getting wet again. I gave her a few more periods of movement, interrupted by orders to be still, and soon I was ready to get off again, flat on my back while she knelt on the floor to service me.
But there was one other thing to do first.
“Stand up, Lynn."
She rose quickly, but I could see she was aching and disappointed.
“Spread your legs and hold your labia apart with your fingers,” I ordered, and then I slipped the clip onto her clit. Her knees buckled and I caught her easily.
“Major…” she groaned.
“Don't worry. You won't come until I permit it.” I lowered her to her knees on the floor. “Open my pants and eat me until I come on your face,” I said to her. I sat down, lay back and draped my legs over her back as her tongue entered me. “Very, very slowly,” I added. “I want both of us to enjoy this."
I tugged the pillows over, fluffed them up and relaxed completely, giving no further orders. Lynn knew exactly how I wanted it and that was how I was going to get it. One great thing about Lynn and I together was that we both knew we would always come easily. Whoever was on the receiving end didn't have to think, concentrate or fantasize. All we had to do was live. Each of us was getting it precisely the way we needed to get off. Even though neither of us really wanted to be dominant, it meant so much to each of us to be submissive that we did it to totally please one another. I knew she needed me to come on her face, and she would make me do it, and I would enjoy it right along with her, and then I would give her the stimulation she needed in return. What a change from not getting it or having to do it with strangers!
Lynn was making all kinds of happy little noises, whimpering and sighing as she went down on me. Her strokes were accurate and perfectly timed. She would get the clitoral explosion she was after, the one that would make her own clit swell to bursting, and she knew without a doubt that once she was at her limit, she would come, even though I never gave in and said as much. It would have spoiled all her fun.
I confess my mind wandered back to what she had done to me the night before, though, and suddenly I was climaxing in her mouth, and she was squealing with delight, and I was screaming, my legs wrapped around her beautiful soft black hair. Her hands were under my ass, holding me against her face as several orgasms threatened to tear my legs off. By the time I was done coming, I was gasping for air and I thought I heard her giggle. But then she was licking my thighs and genitals clean and clearly enjoying the taste of me. I could understand that. I could never get enough of her, either.
“Lynn, baby, you are so good. You are one fantastic twat-licker, even if you are a mean little bitch of a principal,” I said fondly. I pulled her up onto the bed and kissed her while fondling her clip, and she began to jerk helplessly in my arms.
“Wanna come?” I teased.
“Ohhhh, Major! Yes, please let me come,” she begged nicely, her cheeks all rosy and her eyes sparkling with fun. It was impossible to imagine ever loving anyone else.
I fiddled and fooled with her clip a few minutes more, kissing her, cuddling her and making her twist and ache. When I judged her ready, I helped her slide on her back to the floor. “Legs in the air, ya little slut!” I ordered.
Lynn was confused, but she obeyed. I sat on the edge of the bed, reached down and took the clip off her. A sharp little gasp escaped her and her eyes were wide. Then I took one ankle in each hand and, sitting on the edge of the bed, raised my boot and began to lower it slowly toward her red-hot, swollen clitoris.
“Yes!” she shrieked. “Stomp on me! Please!"
Of course I wasn't going to stomp her, but I did crush her slowly under my heel, just like she wanted, and she heaved in ecstasy as her orgasm finally escaped. “Janieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she shrieked, out of her mind with pleasure. I held onto her legs and bore down into her pussy with my boot. Her ass pounded the floor and Paprika started barking, but there was no way Lynn could hear her over her own deafening yells.
Lynn came several times over the next few minutes, her ankles in my grip so she couldn't have stopped even if she'd wanted to. She didn't want to. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her jaw went slack. I was briefly concerned she'd passed out or had a stroke or something, but then her eyes came back into focus and she croaked, “Oh, God, Janie, that was wonderful."
I took my wet boot out of her pussy and lay down on the floor with her, my hand in her now, gently bringing her down. Finally she curled into my side and began kissing my face and neck. Tears were running down her cheeks. “Sweetheart, darling, love of my life,” she murmured. “I will never let you go."
I believed her.
Epilogue
I still believe her. It's been years now since we became “Dr. and Mrs. Lynn A. Jeffries,” our joke about who's the boss. Lynn is, of course, and we're both thrilled with it. We tell other people that we're both such strong personalities that we argue over everything and take turns winning, but it's all hogwash so they won't think I've lost my mind. I'm her slave and there's no doubt about it. I never wanted to be anything else from the moment I saw her, and she won't tolerate it any other way. I fully expect to be on the floor kissing her feet when I have to use a walker and wear a hearing aid.
I get up whenever Lynn does and I see her off to work. All she has to do is put down her empty coffee cup and I refill it instantly. When she comes in the door at night, she gets a foot massage. I respond very well to a raised eyebrow or a cleared throat from my mistress, and she can still make me shudder just by pinning me with that steely glare, or licking her lips.