Why She Does It
• Sketches
It’s been a long while since I wrote any fiction, so I decided to start with a subject that’s close to my heart (you know what it is, right?). The two characters are modelled on pet and myself.
She was sitting on the sofa, her legs straight out in front of her, with just her heels making contact with the floor. It had been a long day and the creature sitting beside her on the floor wearing her collar had been asking and hinting all day if he could lick her new boots that arrived in the morning. Even though the circumstances permitted it, she would take delight in saying “No!” and “We’ll do it when I want to!”, so that she could tease him crazy just by walking around the house on the noisy wooden floor.
But now she was going to let him, after a week and 4 days of chastity and denial and lots of teasing. “You want to lick my boots. don’t you, slave?” “Yes, Goddess…. May I please…. ?” the slave creature breathed. She smiled sweetly and told him to get to it. He got onto all fours, crawled in front of her feet and sitting up, put his hands gently on her boots and began to raise them. She pushed down, staring at him coldly. “Uh-uh!” she sang, “We’re going to do it differently today. You can bring your face to my boots, can’t you?” “Yes, Goddess” he intoned, while she gathered up the slack of the leash and ran it under her boot. She started reeling it in.
Quickly the creature got flat onto his belly. Feeling his body pressing against the wooden floor he noticed that his dick was sticking up so that his body weight crushed down on it.
Being so low down in front of her, face to the floor with his nose almost touching her boot sole, he felt a sickening beautiful wave of submissiveness as if some astral force was pinning him to the floor and fusing him into it.
He began lapping, then, his saliva mixing with street and floor dirt. He moaned almost like a woman in inward and outward pleasure, for this was one of the most intimate places in the world for him and his owner. “You do know why I make you do this, don’t you?” The question confused him. He withdrew his tongue and began to wonder. Surely the answer was obvious, but he so desperately didn’t want to say the wrong thing that his mind froze. Luckily for him, she just shoved her feet fowards into his face and told him not to stop until he’s finished.
“I have you do this because I like you opening your barriers to the lowest part of me, the dirtiest part. Because you should consider yourself lucky that you’re the only man that gets to eat all the dirt I’ve walked in. This is one of the most intimate places for me to receive attention, and it feels so good mentally and physically… So it takes someone like you to make me happy,” she now had a knowing yet warm grin, and continued, “Someone who doesn’t mind being face down in my muck or maybe even enjoys it. Watch where I walk because everywhere I tread will eventually become a part of you, it is your world. Do you agree, slave?”
He was lapping her sole frantically now. “Yes, Goddess.” he managed to affirm inbetween deep breaths and his hyperactive tongue’s work.