Soon he returned to kneeling in front of his Mistress, naked.

Except for his submission phone sex attire:

  • Collar
  • Pink panties over the large butt plug
  • The chastity device reminding him of his low status as my prissy pathetic slave

“Good boy. Now, today we’re going to work on your bootlicking skills. You’ve expressed interest in the past in providing oral service for Mistress, so now’s your chance to shine, my boots!” The blush was fading from his face, which turned altogether paler. Gesturing to the shoes and boots mountain to my left, I began.

“Go fetch me a pair of those filthy boots, my submission phone sex slave.”

He glanced at the enormous pile of work waiting for his subservient tongue. 

As a result, my slave looked terrified. However, he was bound to obey. He placed one boot near me on the floor, and I began to put the patent leather boot on. Knee-high, the shiny material clung to the curve of my lower leg. Upon slave’s return, I did the same with the other.

“Come on, bootlicker, show Mistress how good your tongue skills are!”

“I know you ‘men’ pride yourselves on that shit.”

I could tell the sarcasm-laden mention of the word ‘men’ made something click inside my submission phone sex slave, and years of cultural conditioning fought with his submissive tendencies. The result was complete inertia, rather than immediate obedience, causing me to reach forwards and grab him by the O ring of his collar and reiterate my command.

“I won’t tell you again, bitch-boy,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Get your tongue cleaning my boots, or I’ll give you the worst punishment your submission phone sex ass can imagine.”

He had to prove his worth and his devotion to his Mistress. He had said he would do anything.

Finally, he shrugged off any sense of ego and resignedly lowered his mouth to the tip of the leather boot dangling in front of his submission phone sex face. With the first touch of his tongue to the patent leather, it was as if he was lashing that tongue directly against my clit. I was wet, pussy juice escaped down my inner thighs, and it got worse with every tongue stroke against my boots.

Then he guided the slender heel into his submission phone sex mouth, and his shaking hands set about their task.

It was apparent to both of us that this task wasn’t only to hone his skills as a bootlicker but also to show Mistress how well he could service anything I might choose to put between those lips. The cute pink blush which had matched his sissy panties had darkened with the realization of what he was doing, sucking Mistress’ heel in such a fashion. He was making me so proud as my submission phone sex bootlicker.

I doubted he could even still taste whatever mud and filth had coated my boots just moments ago.

His senses were full of Mistress’ wet pussy so close yet forever out of reach. Plus the large plug filling and stretching his ass, the still-locked chastity cage was confining his own urgent need -and the fact I was training him to suck on something other than a leather-covered stiletto heel.

“Good boy. That’s it, suck on it. I know you love Mistress’ boots, don’t you? And you love sucking too, you little slut.”

A pitiful whine escaped around the heel, filling his submission phone sex mouth.

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