Lynn looked magnificent. She had lit candles again and wore only her boots and gloves. She carried the crop and, as soon as she saw me start down the hall, she ordered me to my belly and made me crawl the entire distance until my lips touched the toes of her boots.
She let me kiss them as long as I wanted for a change, but when I felt her pussy dripping into my hair, even I realized it was time to press on. I began to kiss my way up her leg, where she had oozed from her thick, moist thatch to her thighs and her boots.
“Janie,” she groaned, because even though she was dominant, her legs were starting to tremble. As soon as I got high enough, she buried her gloved hand in my hair and all but dragged me on my knees to her bed where she sat and ordered me, “Spread your legs."
As soon as I had complied, she slid the handle of her riding crop up into my pussy and while I was writhing, said, “Lose that and you lose all hope of coming, twat-licker.” She drew up her legs and let me into her steaming pussy. My arms were around her hips in a flash, pulling her hard into my mouth. I could have died right then and there, and in fact, I began to cry as I licked her out. The crop handle provided the most incredible stimulation, and I squeezed it tightly.
“Oh, sweetie, sweetie, don't cry,” I heard her whisper, even though her thighs were wrapped around my head. Her heels rested on my back and that sensation alone made me grind my own hips in frustration, but it was a good, hard, demanding need I could endure for hours at her command.
“Dr. Jeffries,” I moaned. She had no idea how much I had longed to worship her again, just like this.
“Uhhhhhh,” was all she managed to articulate. Although she was enjoying this, I knew she wanted me to dominate her. That was the entire point, at least at the beginning of our relationship, and I would give her what she wanted as soon as I felt reassured enough, and this was the only way she could do that. She would have to make me her slave again before she could be mine. It wouldn't be long; I already knew that even as her honey pulsed into my mouth.
“Suck it, slave,” she purred. “Drown while I come on your face."
“Yes, Dr. Jeffries,” I wept, relieved beyond belief to have been allowed to return to her. The next day, no later, I would make this up to her. Then we would see how much more progress we could make, but now there was no rush. The only progress I was concerned with now was beating her all-time record for length, intensity and sheer number of climaxes.
I kept at her slow and steady, wanting it to last for a long time. If she wanted it faster, she would say so, and I would comply. Right at that moment, though, I could have knelt there, her boot heels digging into me as I made love to her, for an eternity. She held my head down with one hand, gripping the bedclothes with the other.
“Baby, baby,” she sighed, lifting slightly to push herself into my tongue. “Oh, yes, you know how I like it. Nice and hard and steady. Do me slow, Janie. Stay in me all day. Oh, lover, yes, oh, God."
I would never have stopped eating her if I had a choice. My idea of a perfect day would be to make love to her as soon as she awoke, to show up in her office at noon and get her off, and then to go down on her for three hours before bedtime. Then, if she felt like it, she might get me off once or twice, but she certainly didn't have to, at least, not every day!
I concentrated on the hardness of her clit, the swelling of her labia, her heat, the tensing of her hard, tight thighs around my head. I had found that to keep in such terrific shape, she fenced, played golf, and lifted weights. God knew where she found the time, but unlike me, she didn't sleep in on weekends. Now she was using that perfect body to control me and demand everything I could give her.
As always, I was completely convinced I didn't deserve her, and had no way to reciprocate except through the privilege of making love to her exactly the way she wanted it. How in the world some man hadn't managed to stick with her was beyond me! She was perfect! All one had to do was obey her. How hard could that have been in light of the payoff?
Well, they weren't there and I was, and I responded to each gasp of pleasure as if it were a directive from God herself to continue or alter whatever I was doing. When she went completely rigid, and I knew she was about to burst with pleasure, I ground my entire face into her pussy so she would come like thunder, pound my back with her heels and demand even more.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Jane! Janie Janie Janie!” she screeched, and I knew I had succeeded in pleasing her. “Do it! Do it! Oh, fuck, DO IT!” she bellowed as I continued to lick her hard and fast, so that the orgasms would just keep coming without a break, tearing through her until she couldn't breathe. She rolled back and forth on the bed, dragging me with her as I pursued her throbbing center with all my might.
Finally her leg-lock on my head loosened and she lay still. “Clean me, slut,” she directed, and then she was silent except for whimpering as the aftershocks hit her.
Lynn was the most delicious woman I had ever had the pleasure of devouring. Her healthy life-style made her as sweet as ripe fruit. I wished I could somehow have licked her off my own face. But Lynn finally recovered enough to pull me up beside her and took care of a lot of her own juices while kissing me and torturing me with her gloved fingers and her booted legs. She held my legs wide apart, so wide that it hurt, and she didn't give a damn that it did, either.
“Ow, Lynn!” I yelped as she braced me.
“Ow, what?” she snarled, pushing even harder.
“Dr. Jeffries! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!” I begged.
“Don't you bullshit me, you little cunt. You want to be hurt even more than I want to hurt you.” I looked into her flashing blue eyes. I saw nothing but contempt. Lynn was so into her role that I actually believed she could torture me to death just for laughs.
“Have mercy, Dr. Jeffries,” I begged her sincerely. “You'll tear me apart."
“Kiss me, you slut. Kiss me like your life depends on it,” she ordered, and I obeyed because I believed it did. I kissed her as submissively as I knew how, keeping my tongue out of her mouth, licking it as it invaded mine so far I was almost afraid of choking. She was so utterly dominant it made me tremble all over and my insides churned with delicious fear.
“Give up any ideas you have of coming,” Lynn suggested meanly. “I'm only stimulating you for my own pleasure. When you're about to come, I'm going to put you in my twat and come all over you again."
“Yes, please use me like that. I only want to please you, mistress. Don't punish me. I'll behave. I promise,” I babbled.
Lynn's leather-covered fingers plunged deeply into me, forcing me into an arch that competed directly with the grip she had on the rest of my body. Little as she was, I was in no position to struggle. I could barely move or breathe.
All I could do was moan with terror and pain so terrible that it was fantastic. “Dr. Jeffries,” I groaned. “You're killing me. It hurts."
“Does it? Good!” she laughed, and she turned the screws even tighter, grinding her gloved fist into my pussy.
I writhed, looking into Lynn's eyes. She leaned down and kissed me gently, probing with her tongue in my mouth even as her fingers tortured my clit. I gasped with pleasure and pressed up into her. A smile spread over her face. “You're really enjoying this, aren't you?” she whispered into our kiss.
“You're in an excellent position to know,” I grunted. “You love this stuff, same as me."
Her answer was another kiss. Sucking gently on her tongue, I found it hard to believe we had ever been apart. I already knew I would do whatever she demanded to stay together. I think we all know when we have found the perfect person. No one is perfect for everyone, of course, but some are more perfect for each of us than others. Above all, no man could tolerate Lynn Jeffries for more than a few months. Lynn was made for submissive women, me in particular. I made up my mind, as I looked into her eyes, that she would never have reason to regret her decisions about herself, her career, and us.
I don't know what she saw in my eyes, but the next instant she sped up that delicious grinding against my clit and sent me hurtling toward orgasm.
And then she yanked me back. Just as I was howling to come, every muscle stretched to the limit, she jerked her hand out, grabbed my head and shoved my face between her legs again. With her crop still firmly planted in my vagina, I began to gobble her passionately, not giving the slightest thought to my lost orgasms, only to hers, which were imminent.
Lynn used her boots to ride me like a bronco, leaving marks I knew would last for days and which I would cherish. When she wanted more or different, her order was emphasized with a jab of her heel or toe to my ass or back. I groaned aloud and gave her what she demanded, and what she deserved.
She screeched with ecstasy when she began her second set of orgasms, yanked my head down and pounded herself into my face. I ate her furiously, trying to keep her climaxes as intense as the first ones had been. When she finally moaned, “Stop, enough,” I felt more used and neglected than ever, and I knew she had done it for both of us. I licked her clean, trembling with my own needs, but extremely reluctant to say anything. Lynn knew what I needed, and how, and when. I didn't want to come unless she wanted me to.
After she had enjoyed my caresses for a while, she said, “Turn over on your back and lie with your head down at the foot of the bed. Then spread your legs."
I did as I was told, anxious for more torture or whatever pleased her. She looked down at me to make sure I had done as she wished. Slowly she slid the crop out of my twat, making me arch in agony. “Good. Hold yourself up, just like that,” she ordered, and she slid the handle, wet and slick, up inside my asshole as far as it would go. “Like that?"
“Yes! Yes!” I gasped, my eyes wide with amazement. She knew every trick in the book.
“Good. Lie down.” She stripped her gloves off, fluffed up her pillows and picked up the remote for her TV. “Slide up until my heel is in your cunt, bitch."
Eagerly, I positioned myself as she had prescribed.
“Hard,” she said. “Harder."
Had she been wearing high heels, which was extremely infrequent anyway, I would have been impaled, but even so, she was grinding my clitoris under her boot.
“Don't move."
“Please, Dr. Jeffries,” I panted. “That feels so good."
“I know it does, and if you move, you won't come. That's a promise."
“If I'm good, will you let me come?” I implored.
“We'll see,” she grinned, and she winked at me. She gave her foot a wiggle and I gasped, but I held still. “Good girl. Let's see how long you can be a good, quiet, obedient slave."
With infinitely small movements, Lynn slowly brought me to the edge of climax, just moving her heel slightly now and then. Spasms of need shot through me as I balled the bedclothes in my fists. “Ohhhhhh, Dr. Jeffries,” I murmured. “You're killing me."
“You love it, my little boot-licker. Don't you?” She prodded me with her boot.
“Yes! Yes!"
“You'd rather lie there like this for hours than actually come, wouldn't you?” she inquired.
“I'd rather please you no matter what,” I responded.
“Yes. I know,” she smirked. “And I'd rather you please me as well. But I can't come any more right now."
“Well, whenever you can…” I began.
“Rest assured I will use you until you collapse whenever I want,” Lynn said sternly.
“Yes, Dr. Jeffries,” I sighed. “I love you, Dr. Jeffries."
“I love you, too, Jane,” she said. “You know I prefer to be submissive, so if I take you as my slave, that should tell you a lot."
“Yes, ma'am, I know, and I'll make it up to you,” I promised, shuddering with pleasure as she slowly moved her heel.
“When?"
“Tonight? Tomorrow?” I suggested.
“Not tonight.” She moved her boot again, looking down at me. “I've come enough to last a month! But I think I can be ready again tomorrow afternoon."
“Whatever you say, my lord,” I groaned, concentrating on the tiny movements she made with her heel. “Oh, God, you're so good to me."
“And don't you forget it,” she warned, punctuating each word with a slight pulse to my clit.
By now I was just vibrating, I was so close to orgasm. But I lay there looking up into her eyes, adoring her, worshipping her, not caring if I came or not as long as it pleased her. Lynn looked down at me with complete disdain, but the love in her eyes was just as evident. She was able to make herself into a completely domineering, demanding, inconsiderate bitch just to stimulate me to the absolute maximum, yet we both knew what a soft place she had in her heart for me, that she was willing to change her whole life.
“Lynn,” I whispered.
“Hmmm?” She smiled at me, slowly moving her boot.
“Oh, God!” She made me gasp by all but stomping my clit.
“What, slave?” she demanded.
“Thank you, Lynn,” I sighed. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
With that, she nodded and began to pump her heel regularly against my clit. I went rigid, holding my breath, not daring to hope, and then the orgasm blossomed in my groin. I wailed and arched up to meet her boot. She did not punish me for moving, but held me down with all the considerable strength in her leg and let me spend my passion against her heel. And having been trapped between her heel and her crop up my butt, there was considerable passion for me to expend, especially after those hours of subjugation to both her demanding pussy and her boots.
I lay on my back seeing stars, pressing against her as dozens of aftershocks ran through me. I heard her laugh and tried to focus on her face.
“Lick my boots clean, and then you can rest,” she ordered.
I rolled over on my face and cleaned my juices off her leather. Then Lynn let me remove her boots and stretch out against her bare feet.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered, “I expect to get as good as I gave."
I nuzzled her sweet little toes. “It's a date."