This series explores the beginnings of a couple’s experimentation with female domination/male submission. You might enjoy reading the series in order, if you haven’t read the other parts.

This story is a continuation of Boots 5. I recommend you read Boots 5 before reading this story. The rundown included here just isn’t the same!

Sincere thanks to Kallyreys for her amazing and outstanding editing suggestions. If I had approached her at the start of this series, it would have been far better.

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When I asked my Wife to buy some boots, I never wondered it would lead to this. She claims me now, dominating me whenever she wants. She is my Mistress. I Love her and I Love being her slave.

Earlier today, I put ropes around my waist and wrists as a sign of her control. And I put on a tiny white lace G-string. I wanted to look pretty for her as I served her dinner.

She noticed. She called me her maidservant, wearing sexy girl underwear. I was her naughty sissy girl-slave because I looked so adorable and feminine in my cute little sissy panties. It was all deliciously humiliating. And she laid the riding crop on me heartily.

I’d just given her the screaming Orgasm she demanded. She wouldn’t let me cum. I’m just a slave. During her afterglow, she said the safe word. She wanted to debrief.

We speak now as husband and Wife, rather than Mistress and slave. I wondered she was finished with her Orgasm. It turned out, she had more on her mind.

“Did you enjoy that, Darling?” She looks at me, expectant and hopeful.

“You were amazing, sweetheart. Did you enjoy it?”

“My god!” she exclaims. “Wasn’t I being too much of a totalitarian bitch?”

“It was all I ever hoped. You took control and dominated me. You are so good at being my Dominatrix. I’d do anything for my Mistress.”

“The things I said; it wasn’t over the top?”

“It was a turn on. It really took the game to a new level. It made me feel delightfully subdued.”

“You like feeling subdued.”

“I am the happiest Sex slave in the world.”

“I’ve never felt so powerfully erotic in my life!” My Wife beams.

“The way you spoke to me really revved me up. I felt completely vanquished by the wicked dominatrix. You put me beautifully in my place.”

“What’s with the little girl panties?” she asks.

“Lace is sexy,” I say shyly. “Honestly, they make me feel sexy. I’m like an object when I wear them.”

“Well, I do think they’re pretty.”

“It would really be Hot if you buy me some and make me wear them.”

“Hmm. We can see about that,” she says wistfully. “Did I go too far with the riding crop?” she continues. “Was it too much?”

“No! It was great! You made me feel it. It’s stimulating, arousing. You let loose with it in an exhilarating way. It’s incredibly erotic.”

“When you first asked me to dominate you, so long ago, I didn’t take it seriously,” she recalls. “I wasn’t sure I’d like it. It scares me now, that I enjoy it so much.”

“Believe me. I enjoy submitting to my glorious sexy Wife. It’s incredibly erotic when you’re having fun with it. I Love it when you laugh and are creative. Don’t be scared. You are awesome.”

“Mmm,” she sighs, holding me tighter. “I think I can get into it.”

I kiss her forehead. “Anytime, Sweetheart. Anytime.”

“Really?” She props herself up, looking me in the eye. “I think I can get into it again now.”

“Is my Mistress pleased with her slave?”

“Yes, but I’m not finished.”

Not finished!? My cock screams at me in silent despair. Surely not more of her torturous denial!

She sees my hesitation.

“You said, ‘anytime,’ slave,” she goads, throwing my own words at me.

I’m exhausted. My balls still ache. Why is my heart is thumping? I sigh.

“Would my Mistress like to rest a moment?” I say weakly.

She sits up on her elbow next to me as I lie on my back. My chest is heaving.

“You want to rest?” she asks in a patronizing tone.

I nod sheepishly.

She looks down at my cock. It straightens as it inflates between my thighs. I try to stop it. I know she’ll just bring me to the edge and leave me dangling. But, maybe… she might let me cum. Right?

“You want to rest, but your penis seems to want attention.” She mocks me with her eyes, and holds my penis between her thumb and forefinger.

Her touch electrifies me, causing me to flinch.

“See? Who should I believe, slave?” She mocks. “You?” She bites her lip and looks at my growing erection. “Or my faithful friend, here?”

I cannot stand more. I cannot keep my hips from meeting her gentle strokes.

“You said, ‘Anytime,'” she mocks.

It doesn’t matter. She’s my Mistress. She can do whatever she wants. Anytime.

“How can I please my Mistress?” I ask in docile resignation.

“Grab your ropes, slave. I’ll use them.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I pick them up from the floor and hand them to her.

“Lay here,” she indicates in the middle of the bed in front of her. “On your back.”

The pent-up juices inside me are churning again. She secures my hands to the headboard, and loops my ankles together, tying my legs to the footboard.

She sits on her knees beside me, her legs pressing into my side and hip. She’s still naked. Her tousled hair and glowing skin reflect her satisfaction. She looks blissfully ‘just fucked.’ Her laughing eyes and bright expression bare her jubilation and her amusement at my expense.

“You’re anticipating something, slave?” she teases, watching my penis still growing.

“Will you torture me so, Mistress?” I wail.

“You want me to, don’t you, slave?”

I sigh, hopelessly, knowing she is right.

I whimper. “Yes, Mistress.” I am beyond excited.

“More importantly, I want to,” she states. “Tell me what you hope for, slave.”

“I hope you will tantalize me with your Hot body and your touch to the edge of Orgasm and torment me ruthlessly by denying my release.”

“That’s interesting,” she says with a cruel smile. “I expected you to beg me to let you cum. And I was ready to grant your Orgasm. That isn’t what you begged for, though.”

I groan and pull against the ropes. They hold me fast.

“Please, Mistress…”

“There, there,” she says calmly. She reaches out, gently brushing my raging hardness in her fingers. “Your torment pleases me.” She licks her lips. “I think it turns me on.”

She begins to manipulate her nipple. Lazily, she wipes her finger around the tip of my erection covering it in pre-cum. She raises it to her nipple and uses my juice as lube. Smoothly, she strokes my hardness in her fingers, squeezing my shaft as it slides in her hand. I shudder.

“I like dominating you. I like to make you serve me as my naughty little slave girl.” She closes her eyes, breathing slowly, deeply. “I control your cock… I control your Orgasm… And you please me… Yes. It’s erotic, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.” My words are strained as I brace myself. She controls me, but can I control myself?

She parts her knees, releases my desperate hard-on and reaches between her legs. She gulps as she touches herself, rubbing her cum-soaked finger up and down her moist Pussy lips. Her moist finger slides inside and she gasps as she touches her clitoris.

I pull against my bonds and writhe. My penis jumps and twitches as I watch my Wife, my Mistress, masturbate.

“You like this, don’t you, slave?”

Unable to speak, I nod.

“The first time I dominated you, I didn’t want to.” She speaks slowly, absently as she plays with her clit, absorbing the sensations.

“But you were so pitiful,” she smiles at the memory, then bites her lip as a spark shoots through her Pussy. I pull at the ropes. Her hand on my cock is electrifying. Her words are throwing my arousal into overdrive. I feel my juices rising.

“I just played along,” she sighs. “I didn’t think I would like it. Isn’t that funny?”

I moan in desperation. She giggles, gasping and mewling at the sensation of her own touch.

“I like controlling you… I like teasing you… I like watching you struggle to hold back your Orgasm. It’s exhilarating.”

Suddenly, a powerful surge of pulsing fire shoots through my loins. I squeeze desperately, trying to control myself. It is an Orgasm.

Pleasure burns through my genitals and deep into my gut. I am bucking and twisting, buckling at the abdomen, striving with all my strength to squeeze my tubes shut and contain my cum.

“Are you Cumming?” She asks.

Choking, I shake my head ‘no.’

“It’s an Orgasm, Mistress. But I’m not Cumming.”

“Wow,” she gulps. “That’s really Hot.”

My breathing is shallow and fast.

“Your cock is red.” She reaches for it; touches it. “It’s very warm, too.”

She wipes her palm across the top of my penis and rubs pre-cum over the shaft. She tries to stroke, but there isn’t enough lube. She leans over, my cock in her fist, and dribbles a generous glob of saliva onto my penis. She rubs it around. It creates a smooth lube. She twists her hand slowly around the shank, sliding leisurely up and down.

I cry out pulling away from her tortuous attention. But the rope holds me in place.

“Is it too much for you?” she asks.

“My Mistress handles me as she pleases.”

She smiles as I grunt and writhe, twisting helplessly as she works my arousal beyond any height I have ever experienced.

“You’re really struggling not to cum, aren’t you?”

I cry in agony, moaning defenselessly. I can’t speak. She giggles.

She stops moving her hand and grips my shaft firmly. She bends down and slides her mouth over my desperate erection. She extends her tongue, licking the tip of my penis.

I cry out again. Another Orgasm burns through my flesh. My body prickles in violent ecstasy. Scorching heat churns through my body in waves, thrusting down my spine, boiling between my legs. I twist and shriek, pulling against my restraints in futile desperation.

“Did you Orgasm again? In my mouth? Without Cumming?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She giggles. “Ooo. I really like that,” she says, stroking my cock lazily. “Do it again.”

She gulps my cock. She swirls her soft tongue delicately around the tip. I buck. She holds me down with her grip on my shaft and the weight of her body.

I am trapped as she teases my doomed erection with her mouth. She humps me unhurriedly with her mouth. Her tongue darts around my pulsing shaft. Condemned not to ejaculate in the fire of her stimulation, I groan and tremble. Tears trickle down my cheek.

She looks at me, my cock filling her mouth. Her jaw is distended, her cheeks hollowed as she slowly bobs her head over my cock. Her eyes are sparkling as she looks at me intently, eager me to Orgasm. With my cock in her mouth, she is gorgeous in a predatory, animalistic way.

I cry out, tightening my whole body as another Orgasm tears through my flesh, hitting me like a punch in the gut. I cry. The pressure in my groin hurts and I feel the Hot semen roil inside me. Again, I’ve somehow held back my ejaculation.

She giggles. “That is so erotic. My slave pleases me.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I whine.

She flops back down on my cock, sucking and bobbing.

“You still haven’t cum,” she smacks as she pops off my hardness.

I moan, shaking my head.

“Shall I stop?”

“If it’s your will, Mistress.”

She laughs, rising to her knees as she holds my shaft. She straddles me, saying, “I wonder what you can endure…”

She presses my cock to her Pussy lips and rocks her hips, swallowing the end of my hard-on in the kiss of her Sex. She slides my shaft across her wetness. Then she directs my pole to her cavern and impales herself on me.

I scream.

She leans forward, her hands on my heaving ribcage. She remains still.

“I can feel your cock pulsing and twitching.” She is smiling at me.

The Hot juices inside me are boiling. Every muscle around my cock quivers and squeezes to contain the column of semen surging for escape. I am growing weaker. How can I keep from Cumming? Soon it will slip.

She starts thrusting me. I moan, shuddering, sobbing. But I hold.

She laughs. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispers. She humps me as my control wanes.

“I might be willing to let you cum. Would you like that, slave?”

I squeal, nodding.

“Speak to me, slave.”

“Mistress,” I gasp. “Can I cum?”

“How badly do you want to cum, slave?”

I cry out in agony. “Please let me cum!”

“Is that how you beg your Mistress?” She starts riding me harder. I scream.

“Beg, slave!” she demands.

“Please let me release my Hot semen, Mistress!” I am choking and gasping. “You are too Hot and arousing for me to endure any longer! Please let me give you my cum before I explode!”

She freezes, my cock buried deep inside her.

“Wait until I say. I will permit you to ejaculate, but wait until I say so.”

“Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!”

She slowly thrusts me, almost fully out, then slowly all the way back in. She presses her weight on top of me making me fill her with my cock. She does this several times as I writhe and twist helplessly under her.

“You know, slave,” she says in a deep sultry voice. “Your torment pleases me.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“I’m concerned, though.”

I’m panting, heaving desperate breaths. Trembling now, I shake in weakening restraint. She holds me deep inside her Pussy, towering over me. I am helplessly lashed to the bed, unable to refuse or withstand anything she wants.

“I’ll start thrusting you again, slave. When I’ve completed three full thrusts, then you may cum. Do you understand?”

I whimper.

She slowly lifts her warm Pussy until only the tip of my cock stays in. Slowly she lowers herself until her full weight jams my cock into her cervix. She holds me still inside her with excruciating patience. Then she repeats it. I hold my breath as she completes the second thrust.

She looks intently in my eyes as she starts the final thrust. This one is even slower than the others. She squeezes her Pussy muscles, making it painfully torturous. My heart pounds. All the way to the brink, she raises herself, barely keeping my head positioned at her vaginal opening. She lowers herself, still squeezing my abused cock. I clench my eyes shut.

She rests her weight on me. I feel the swell of my semen beginning to rise. She starts thrusting faster. She humps me with deliberate fervor and I explode.

“That’s it, slave. Fill me with all your pent up semen.”

I pour wave after wave into her, in seemingly ceaseless spurts that aren’t diminishing.

“Yes, slave. I want you to give me every drop of your cum. Don’t stop.”

My ejaculation begins to subside. I am breathing, now. She slows her thrusts, keeping pace with my Orgasm. When my convulsions turn to spasms and then to little jumps, she leans down to kiss me. I am defenseless. Never have I cum so hard.

“Was that good, slave?”

“Yes,” My breath is heaving. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“I’m still concerned, slave.”

I am a spent pile of naked exhausted flesh. I look at her, questioning.

“You never ate,” she giggles. “Fortunately, you’ve just pumped me full of a tasty snack to enjoy. Do you want it?”

I am appalled. She made me do this once before. I still remember the musky, acrid taste of my cum, her juice and our sweat. Could I do it again? When I’m holding back my ejaculation for her, I’d do anything if she’ll let me cum, even eat my cum. But as soon as I ejaculate, the desire evaporates. The burning fire of blind, tasteless desire fades quickly.

“Do you want to eat your cum from my Hot Pussy, slave?”

She didn’t ask me before. It was punishment for Cumming without permission. I crane my neck to see my penis withering from her cum filled Pussy like a cork slipping from a poorly sealed bottle of wine.

“You need a better look, slave?”

She reaches between her legs sealing her cavern shut and slides up my body so her thighs straddle my head. Large beads of semen surround her Sex and are spattered in her pubic bush. I watch as one large dollop oozes out the back of her crease and slowly drops onto my chest.

I turn my head in revulsion. She grabs my chin and forces me to look up at her, at her dripping Pussy. It is still swollen and darkened with her own arousal.

“You hesitate?” she asks sternly. “Why? Do you find this mess you made to be repulsive?”

My eyes are wide with dread. I pull on my bonds again. Hopeless. Helpless. I look up into her conquering eyes. She is mirthful, feeding on my humiliation. Her messy Pussy is right over my face. Cum is slathering down her inner thighs.

“Will you do anything for your Mistress? Anytime?” I cringe as she taunts. “I require a clean Pussy. My cum-whore must swallow.”

I close my mouth and my eyes and whimper with a gulp.

“It’s disrespectful not to answer your Mistress, slave. Is my cum-soaked Pussy too repugnant for you? Do you want to eat your cum or not, slave? Answer.”

Why is she asking me? Why doesn’t she just force me eat my cum like she did before? Is she trying to force me to beg? Beg for my own cum? I’m utterly degraded. Suddenly, I gasp in utter revulsion. I’m hard again!

Do I want to or not? I don’t want to! I turn my head again. She immediately grabs my hair and shakes my head.

“I didn’t hear that, slave!” she barks. “Answer me!”

The scent of my semen and her arousal engulf my face. I breath in our mixed odor of our sexual exertions engulfs us. My hunger is enflamed. The grotesque obscene sight of my Mistress’ sloppy Pussy hangs over me poised to bury any dignity I haven’t lost already.

She laughs as my expression betrays my desperate musings.

“Keep in mind,” she says to me with a degrading purr. “There is a right answer, Sex… slave.”

I moan in agony.

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Yes, Mistress, what?”

“Yes, Mistress, I you want to eat my cum.” I flop into the bed as I cease striving against my captivity. I am conquered.

“Now, now. Have you forgotten how to beg your Mistress?”

“Please, Mistress! Let me eat the filthy cum I poured into your sweet Pussy. I want to serve you by cleaning my cum out of your messy hole. I want to make you happy.”

“You want to be my Pussy cleaning cum slut?”

“Yes, Mistress. Please let me be your Pussy cleaning cum slut. Let me eat all the cum you let me spill inside you. Let me swallow every drop!”

I struggle against my bonds to no avail. Small drops of cum escape her chamber, dripping onto my chest and face.

“I require another Orgasm. You’re to be zealous about eating me out and bring me off quickly, slave. Do you understand me?”

I am subjugated. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, what, slave?”

“I will clean your messy Pussy. I will eat all the cum I spilled inside you and swallow every drop as I Orgasm you. That’s what your Pussy slut is for, Mistress.”

She is severe and gleeful all at once, enjoying her power over me, enjoying my desire to submit to her absolutely.

“You’re really a Pussy whore, aren’t you, slave? You crave the dirty creampie from my cunt don’t you, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. Let me suck my cum from you. Let me taste the gooey, nasty creampie your slave left inside your Pussy.”

“My slave is such a wretched Pussy whore. Swallow every drop. Leave nothing behind!”

Without waiting for me to respond, she jerks my head back by my hair.

“Open,” she demands.

I obey, opening my mouth as wide as I can.

She falls onto my mouth as she removes her hand. Semen gushes into my mouth. It is salty and rancid. I taste her juices mixed with mine. The musky odor of Sex and sweat is overwhelming.

I bury my tongue in her Vagina again and again, licking out all I can. I devour my cum, gulping thick mouthfuls, swallowing the mouthfuls spilling out of her body.

Reaching back, she grabs my rigid member, pulling mercilessly.

“God! You’re hard! You enjoy this!”

I mumble, nodding the best that I can buried inside her Sex.

“I never knew you were such a cum-sucking girly slave. Eating cum turns you on!”