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Today was the day. Steve Cummings had delayed it for too long but finally resolved to call the number he had quickly scrawled on the back of one of his business cards some weeks back and had stashed away in the back of his wallet. This number was the realisation of a long held dream that he had kept secret in his heart for many years. The number was a key, a golden key which would unlock the deep, dark desires he had developed from his maturation from boyhood through to adolescence and now on to adulthood. Steve was hoping that by calling this number and making the required appointment with the proprietor of the shop that he would at last tangibly enjoy what till now was a fantasy locked away in his brain and only had the pleasure of enjoying through imagination.

He had seen the telephone number, boldly displayed on the blackened shop-front window many times on his commute to and from work between his residence and the train station. The numbers themselves were benign enough however the gold copperplate lettering above the numbers were the treasure, or at least the promise of the treasure that this sequence of numbers would provide the means to. Arching around the phone number were painted in the beautiful script:

“Monique's House of Leather”
Purveyor of fine Fetish Footwear, Corsetry, Leather Clothing and accessories.
Ph: 9999-6666
Entry strictly by appointment only!

Fetish footwear. That phrase captivated Steve's attention as he walked by the shop for the first time. As his eyes rested on these words, images of the spike heeled boots he had seen adorning the female dominatrix of the magazines that he had secretly purchased when old enough to enter adult book stores filled his mind's eye. These beautifully formidable women who appeared so desirable, menacing, alluring, sexy yet unattainable, taunted Steve as he would flick through the pages and wishing that he could experience the same feeling that these women enjoyed as they wore these sky-sc****r heeled tight leather boots. Steve was a boot fetishist, without question. He couldn't explain where this inclination emanated from and had never followed through on these desires to purchase his own pair of boots. That was until today.

Steve left work early, making up some excuse that he could finish off the remainder of his work from home. It was 4:30 in the afternoon when he arrived home, went to the freezer pulling out the half bottle of Karloff Vodka and poured some of the clear spirit into a glass with a few ice cubes. Quickly downing the drink and measuring out a second dose of Dutch courage, Steve eased himself down into his sofa, took a deep breath and dialled the numbers on his mobile phone.

As his ears registered the familiar sound of the ring tone droning mechanically, his heart beat increased with each second of waiting for the call to be answered, his mind working at a million miles an hour rehearsing over and over in his head what he would say when his call would be finally picked up. After the sixth ring, the call was finally answered. Steve's mouth was dry, his palms were sweaty. He completely forgot what he had practiced over and over in his head as to what he was to say.

“Good afternoon, this is Monique. How may I help you?”, came the feminine cultured voice down the line to Steve's ear.

But Steve didn't respond. He was stunned into silence.

“Hello?” the lady repeated.

“Um hi. Sorry. I ahh, I saw your shop and I'd like to make an appointment.”, Steve finally ejected , his mouth reluctantly obeying the impulses of his brain.

“Certainly. And to whom am I speaking with?”, she replied.

“Umm Steve.”

“Is that Umm Steve or just Steve?”, Monique asked in a pleasant way.

His heart rate somewhat back to normal at hearing the cheerful female voice on the other end of the line, he responded, “Steve.”

“Very well Steve. Let's see. My schedule is free from 10AM tomorrow morning. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great!”, he replied automatically.

“Excellent! I look forward to meeting you. Good evening.”, she concluded and terminated the call without giving him any opportunity for bidding a farewell.

“Shit!”, he exclaimed. He hadn't thought about the timing and would have to come up with some lame excuse for skipping work in order to visit the mysterious shop. Given that Steve's work record was immaculate, he figured it wouldn't be too much of a problem to fake a sick day and nobody would suspect any ulterior motives for his absence. Nevertheless his conscience was panged a little at having to go about the venture in a deceptive way.

Finishing off his drink, thoughts of expectation and excitement flooded through Steve's mind as to how the following day's encounter with Monique in her shop would transpire. He tried to paint many mental pictures of what she looked like; perhaps she was a tall Nordic looking blonde ice queen or perhaps a buxom red haired temptress. But then again, what if she was some overweight middle aged woman who may have sounded sexy over the phone but was a complete turn off. In the end it didn't really matter as the following day would usher in a new chapter in the materialisation of his fetish dreams.

That night Steve barely slept a wink as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. He finally nodded off at about 2AM and slept for six hours until he was suddenly awakened by the dreadful squawking of his electronic alarm clock. He then quickly drafted a text message on his mobile phone and sent it to his manager:
“Hi Peter, coming down with a head cold and won't be in the office today, apologies, will let you know tomorrow how I'm feeling”. Within a short while, his phone beeped signifying an incoming message:
“No worries Steve, you rest up. Not much going on today anyhow. Take care, P”

With the ruse taken care of, Steve went through the motions of his morning rituals and took extra effort with his grooming. He'd recently undergone a full body wax treatment to remove his body hair as he kept a strict routine at the local olympic pool, usually completing 20 laps before work, and the absence of any body hair allowed his taut body to glide effortlessly through the chlorinated water. He was also completely shaven around his manhood as he enjoyed the feeling of being bare skinned down there.

Not feeling very hungry on account of his nerves, he downed some fruit along with a small cup of black coffee, gargled an extra amount of mouth wash and vigorously brushed his pearly white teeth.
The next challenge for Steve was deciding on what to wear. He couldn't just turn up to the classy establishment in faded jeans and a tee shirt. This required something special so he decided to dress in one of his better dark business suits, crisp white shirt, black neck tie and black RM Williams ankle riding boots. Satisfied he looked more than presentable, he checked the time to see that it was now 9:30AM. This would give him ample time to take a leisurely stroll up to the retail area where the mysterious shop was located.

Leaving his apartment he said to himself, “Well this is it” and headed towards what he hoped would be the realisation of his many years of fantasising.

By the time he reached the door of the small shop nestled discretely between other retail outlets, his heart was beating as if it would exit his chest. His mouth was dry once again and his body trembled slightly. Looking at his wrist watch, it was now 9:58AM. He stood in front of the black timber door, took a few deep breaths with the hope of calming his nerves and then pressed the button of an intercom positioned on the architrave of the doorway. After a few seconds, a static laced voice came through the small speaker of the intercom,

“Yes”

Moving closer to the intercom, Steve said, “Hi...it's Steve for the 10AM booking”

“Hello Steve. Come in”, and with that a loud buzzing sound could be heard. Steve pushed the door, entered into the shop as the door automatically closed behind him with a resounding “click”.

Steve surveyed the scene which greeted his various senses. The dark interior of the establishment was bathed in subdued lighting, illuminating racks of footwear – unbelievably high heeled shoes and boots, primarily in black or red hues; rows of leather garments – dresses, corsets, trousers, leggings and underwear; along one of the walls rows of hooks suspending menacing looking whips, paddles and other items of discipline or restraint; leather hoods and masks; a glass showcase displayed fine leather gloves in various lengths and styles. The shop was a veritable cornucopia of leather delights.

On top of the visual sensation which took Steve's breath away, the unmistakable scent of the rich leather along with a subtle hint of lavender scented essential oils greeted his nostrils. Soft ethereal atmospheric music piped through the shop added to these sensations.

Lost in his thoughts, he then heard the characteristic sound of high heeled footsteps resonating on the dark terra-cotta tiled floor toward him. Moving around to face where the footsteps were coming from, his heart raced even quicker as he saw the proprietress of the shop move from behind the sales counter toward him. She was the very embodiment of all that he had seen from the old two dimensional fetish magazines. Monique who appeared to be in her late thirties, was a voluptuous brunette beauty with long black hair tightly arranged in a plait which reached down to the small of her back, grey eyes outlined in black eye liner and mascara and full crimson lips. Her pale complexion made her eyes and lips seem to burn from her finely chiselled visage. Her body was sheathed in a deep cut halter-neck black leather sleeveless dress which ended just above her ankles, a split up each side allowing a view to her shapely long legs tightly bound in crotch high spike heeled boots; the dress barely containing her enormous bosoms from spilling out the sides of the fine leather. And her strong looking arms were tightly clad in butter soft black glace k** leather gloves which reached up over her shoulders. Dangling precariously from her left hand was a long cigarette holder which clasped a smouldering end of a white cigarette.

As this leather clad goddess approached Steve, it seemed to him that she was walking in slow motion, his eyes transfixed on her beautiful form and speechless as she was now face to face with him.

Extending her right leather clad hand toward his face while seductively sucking on the cigarette holder and blowing a cloud of smoke above his head, she said, “Welcome to the House of Leather, I am Monique.”

Dumbfounded for a split-second, Steve awkwardly took Monique's hand in his, bowed his head slightly and kissed her hand, feeling a slight giddy sensation at the feel of her petite leather clad hand and smelling the rich scent of the k** leather coupled with the mingling aroma of French perfume.

“I...I'm Steve.”, he replied back in a barely audible tone.

“Of course you are”, she said with a slight crease of a smile. Continuing she said. “So, Steve. How may I assist you today? Did you have anything particular in mind?”

“I...I'm interested in a pair of...boots. Boots...for..my...um...for my girlfriend.”, Steve managed to utter. Getting the word “boots” out of his mouth was such a struggle. As he had always loved ladies boots for as long as he could remember, this word had hardly ever exited his lips as he knew what emotions they kindled within his soul. The word “boot”, such a simple word, consisting of only four letters, signifying a style of footwear which normally meant a protective covering of the foot which extended past one's ankle, yet for some reason for Steve, it was almost a forbidden word; as if he were to perform some act of blasphemy if he were to utter it. Boot; somehow this one word was etched into Steve's very being as a precious, reverent object yet impotent without it being occupied by the legs of a beautiful lady, or even as he had hoped, to be occupied and animated by his own legs.

Eyeing Steve seductively up and down while dragging on her cigarette holder again she said, “Boots for your...'girlfriend' huh?”, she said placing a sarcastic emphasis on the word 'girlfriend', “Well, let's see. We have many styles, did you have anything specific that your... 'girlfriend' would like; perhaps a quick entry zip up boot or a more custom style lace up boot which will mould to the curves of 'her' leg perfectly? What length are we considering – a saucy ankle boot or perhaps a more conventional knee length boot or even still...the more dominant thigh or even crotch length boot.” Monique concluded as if she had an insight into Steve's inner thoughts.

“Well...umm, I...crotch high boots would be nice.”, he pathetically replied back.

Moving back to the counter, Monique removed the cigarette from it's holder and stubbed out the remnants into a pewter ash-tray and came back to Steve, looked him square in the eyes, placed her k** gloved hand on his shoulder and quietly said, “Steve. Are you really here to look at boots for your girlfriend or yourself.”

Stunned at how this goddess could have seen through him so easily, Steve diverted his gaze from Monique's piercing eyes and sheepishly replied, “Myself.”

Cupping Steve's chin in her hand and forcing him to look into her eyes she continued, “Steve. Don't be ashamed. You would be surprised to know that 80, no 90 % of my clientele are men. Why should we ladies have all the fun when it comes to sexy attire? It's not a sin.”

Steve was incredulous at her statement. Not only was he surrounded by the fetishistic treasure trove of the shop's wonders, but he was in the presence of a leather goddess who understood, who wouldn't pass judgement on his desires but encouraged him to release his inhibitions.

“Yes. Yes, you're right. And I apologise for not being honest. Please forgive me”, Steve said, lost in the eyes of Monique's incisive gaze.

Caressing his face in her leather gloved hand, Monique said, “No need for apologies Steve. I'm glad we understand each other. Just relax, there's no need to be nervous. Leave it with me and I'll have you fitted out accordingly.”

Seeing the change in Steve's demeanour, Monique planted a gentle kiss on his forehead which somewhat eased his nerves but caused his ever growing cock to twitch.

“Now. What I'm about to do may seem somewhat unconventional for other clothing outlets, but this is a special store. I'll need you fully unclothed so I can measure you properly for your new footwear. There's nothing more ridiculous looking than a grown man in a pair of sexy boots accompanied with a business shirt or his undershorts. You'll agree once you see your legs fully conquered in the boots I have in mind for you”, she said with an evil looking grin.

“Everything?”, Steve asked with a slight frown

“Absolutely everything!”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Steve started to remove his suit jacket but was stopped by Monique's hand.

“No. Allow me, it's all part of the service.”

Complying with her request, Steve placed his arms by his side while Monique commenced to slowly unwrap Steve as if he were a Christmas present, her k** gloved hands working deftly liberating him from his normal day wear. Here was Steve, the mild-mannered conservative being undressed by a leather goddess in the middle of a shop surrounded by such wonders. Going through his mind at that moment was that the outside world didn't exist, the only true reality lay within the confines of this shop of fetish treats in the presence of the incredibly alluring and sexy Monique.

Before long, Steve was stark naked in front of Monique. She circled around Steve like a huntress surveying her prey, gliding her soft leather hands delicately up and around his smooth fit naked body. He felt like putty in her presence and his skin began to break out in goosebumps at her touch.

“My god, you have such a beautiful body! Today you will be my canvas and I shall transform you into a leather work of art.”, she cooed into his ear while gently grasping his erect cock.

Steve closed his eyes and gasped; this was nearly too much for his virgin body to take.

“Steve, you flatter me so much feeling how hard you are in my presence”, Monique continued and gently kissed Steve on the lips. His nerves had calmed down completely and felt like he was in some surreal fantasy.

Leading Steve by his cock to a sumptuous brown leather lounge chair, she bid him sit down while she retrieved a footwear measuring device. Seating herself down on a footstool between his legs, she took his measurements. As she bent down and proceeded with the task, her heavy bosoms came into clear view, her erect nipples straining against the tight sheath of the leather dress which covered her curvaceous body.

“You know it's not polite to stare at a lady young man!”, Monique said sternly, feeling Steve's eyes fucking her visually.

“I..I'm sorry ma'am, please I...it's just that you're so beautiful! The last thing I wish to do is insult or be rude to you!”, Steve said trying to justify his wondering eyes.

“Relax Steve, I'm just mind fucking with you”, Monique said back with a wink.

He sighed as she completed her work but kept his eyes fixed on her face, not wanting to tempt fate by any indiscretion, intentional or accidental.

“I'll be right back. I'm sure you'll love what I have in mind for you.”, she said and quickly strode to the back of the store with her boot heels echoing against the tiles.

Sitting in the chair, Steve still couldn't comprehend that what he was experiencing was actually happening to him. He bent forward and cupped his face in his hands, shaking his head as if he was guilty of some unforgivable crime, his conscience panged by guilt. He didn't notice that Monique had returned with a large maroon coloured cardboard box in her arms. She quietly sat back down on the footstool and gently removed one of his hands from his face.

“Steve, remember what I said. There's nothing to be ashamed about.”, she said while gazing in his eyes.

“I...I'm sorry, I'm just so overwhelmed with this whole experience, by your captivating beauty”, he whispered.

“Trust me Steve. You've taken such a big step by coming here today”,Monique comforted Steve and grasped his cheeks between one of her leather clad hands while planting a deep kiss on his lips.
An overwhelming sense of power came over Monique as she contemplated the meek Steve under her control, humbled by her dominance, not through painful discipline but through her natural female superiority and beauty which was heightened by her leather attire.

Releasing him from her grip, she removed the lid from the box placing it to one side and removed a long black leather lace up boot with a dangerously pointed toe and six inch heels from its light tissue protected enclosure, proudly displaying it in front of Steve like some prized trophy in her gloved leather hands.

Steve viewed the beautiful leather boot as if in a trance, wondering at the softness of the fine leather, the many lace hoops which lined the length of its opening, the height of the stiletto spike heel. He grew so excited with the feeling that this limp, inanimate piece of leather would soon adorn and shape itself perfectly to his foot, calf and thigh.

With a sultry smile Monique commanded, “Extend your right leg out to me Steve.”

Complying with the request, Steve straightened his leg and foot toward Monique while pointing his foot as much as possible to match the shape which the high heel would force. She slowly and methodically wrapped his foot in the entrance of the snug fitting flaccid boot; he could feel his foot moulded and forced into the pointed end of the constricting footwear. At first it felt so tight and uncomfortable to have his foot constrained into so tight an enclosure but as his eyes saw how the arch of his foot became so exaggerated by the curve of the boot, the height of the heel, the discomfort quickly made way for the lust which was building within his groin.

Resting the heel of his boot against her thigh, Monique commenced to expertly lace his leg up in the luxuriant leather footwear in a a double stranded technique.

“Now Steve! Watch carefully how I lace up this boot. One would normally lace up a boot hand over hand in single strands, but it's much more efficient to do it the way I'm doing it now in a dual lace method. Take note, as you'll have to practice this way on your other leg!”

In a matter of moments, Steve's leg was completely sheathed in the fine high heeled leather boot, the tightness of the leather and the feeling of his arched foot sending shivers down his spine, made all the more erotic with the feeling of Monique's leather hands feeling up and down his newly booted leg, admiring her handiwork with a lustful smile.

“Now your turn”, she said as she handed Steve the remaining boot.

Tentatively taking the boot from her hands, he placed his foot inside the folds of the leather, pushing his foot into the narrow opening, forcing his toes into the pointed triangular front and placing his weight on the heel, his heel sliding into the rear cup of the boot with a “plonk” and slowly commenced to lace up the boot in the same fashion that Monique had done, covering the remaining vestiges of bare leg within the confines of the moulding leather.

As Steve's muscular arms worked away at lacing up the boot, Monique drank in the sight of this fine young man, naked except for the long leather boots, feelings of lust and desire emanating from within and licking her full lips with the anticipation of the remainder of the morning. Her desire for him growing even more as she saw how his stiff cock twitched and grew larger as he finished off the lacing and felt along the lengths of his newly leathered legs with his hands; his face serene looking as if lost in a world of bliss, his eyes slightly glazed over as if under the influence of a narcotic

Standing up from the footstool, Monique extended her right arm toward Steve, beckoning him to arise. He stood up with Monique's assistance, feeling the weight of his body press into the balls of his now spike heeled feet. Understanding that it would take some moments for Steve to get used to the sensation of being clad in extreme high heeled boots, she kept a hold of his hand in hers while he took some tentative baby steps in the new crotch high boots.

As he became more accustomed to the fresh sensation of being shod in the new boots, Monique released her grip of Steve's hand while he pranced up and down the store floor with more confident strides, the clack of the spike heels resounding through the shop. She stood back in admiration at her handy work, seeing this gorgeous virgin stud strut around in the tight leather boots, his beautiful cock standing out proud, the roundness of his masculine butt exaggerated by the lift of the heels, his pectoral muscles flexing with each step, his serious face now relaxed with a renewed look of enjoyment. She couldn't help but suck on her leather gloved forefinger, her already moist pussy pulsating to see this beautiful booted man in front of her.

“Steve!”, Monique said breaking the pleasant mood.

“Yes Mistress”, Steve replied while standing rigid on the spot.

'My god, this one's a natural. He addressed me as 'Mistress' of his own volition', Monique thought to herself. The sound of the word “Mistress”, caused her body to ache with powerful lust as she viewed the submissive boot clad Steve before her.

Slowly stepping her way toward Steve, she once again grasped his rigid cock in her gloved hand and pulled his head toward her own, engaging in a lingering, erotic deep kiss. Feeling him sigh into her lips, her power over him overwhelming she broke away.

“We're not quite finished yet Steve or should I say...slave. Your new boots are only the beginning of your transformation. Stand here and don't move!”, she commanded.

“Yes Mistress”. Steve humbly replied.

As Monique had quietly uttered the word “slave” instead of addressing him by his given name, he felt so completely liberated, as if he could relinquish all responsibility and be at rest in the comforting feeling of security provided by his new-found Mistress.

After a few moments Monique returned with a soft leather corset in her hands. As if understanding without the need for words, Steve lifted one leg after the other as Monique crouched down in front of him, slid the garment up around his legs and around his waist. Steve closed his eyes, drew his breath in and stood motionless while Monique expertly laced the constricting leather article around his waist. He could feel the tight leather compress the air out of his lungs while Monique laced up the corset. Pushing her right knee against Steve's back for added leverage, Monique tugged on the laces as if she were tugging on the ends of a wild horse's reigns.

Finishing off the the corset with a tight bow around his back, Monique once again circled around her new slave, gently gliding her leather hands around his physique, admiring how the corset pulled in his waist yet made his chest and shoulders stand out.

Again she stepped into the back of the store and returned with a long slender box. Quickly discarding the box lid to the ground and slowly removing a fine black k** leather glove from its confines, she teased Steve by gently gliding the limp leather glove around his face and body. Taking one of his hands in hers, she slowly slid the leather glove up his arm. His body tingled at the feeling of the soft, fine, k** leather glove being guided on. She completed her work by partnering his other arm in the corresponding glove, the feeling of her leather hands handling his newly leather gloved arms sending more shivers of electricity through his body..

Resuming her grip on Steve's cock in her gloved hand, she led him to one of the racks along the wall which upheld many of the instruments of pain and discipline. Monique teasingly fondled the various straps and whips which hung there like sleeping soldiers, their pain only coming to life in the hands of their expert mistress. Steve began to worry as he saw the way in which Monique was playing this game and started to feel a little anxious that this goddess would inflict pain on his body with one the menacing looking whips or paddles. It was one thing to see a slave whipped by a mistress in a magazine and be turned on by it but a completely different story to actually be on the receiving end of the whip-lash. He wasn't so sure that he was ready for the next evolution. But then her hand stopped at the end of the row which displayed a series of leather collars and leashes. She picked out a thick leather collar which had four chrome rings attached to each quadrant of its circumference. Taking the collar in her hands she faced Steve.

“Kneel!”

Steve dropped down to his knees with a little difficulty now that his legs were bound in the tight spike heeled boots and his torso constricted in the leather corset. He looked up expectantly into the clear eyes of his Mistress.

Monique wrapped the collar around Steve's neck and secured the buckle in place. She then clipped a long leather leash to the front facing chrome ring and took a long slender black leather thong from the same rack and squatted down in front of Steve. Grasping Steve's soft full ball sack in her leather fingers, Monique proceeded to wrap his balls and cock tightly in the leather thong. Steve sighed as he felt the leather hands of his Mistress bind his smooth balls. His cock and balls were now tightly bound up like a gift. Monique stood up and now had Steve under her control in many ways: her sheer beautiful power, the leash around his neck and the tight leash around his cock and balls. There was enough length remaining in the cock leash to allow Monique to hold both of the restraints in one hand.

Monique now led Steve to a large display mirror which hung along one of the walls of the shop. Up until now, Steve had only enjoyed this first hand new experience without seeing his transformation in all it's new glory. As Monique guided her slave in front of the mirror, his hard cock was oozing pre-cum from the tip of his teased cock as he beheld his reflection. The site which greeted his eyes was overwhelming. Here was Steve, the masculine fit young man bedecked in sexy spike heeled leather boots which reached up to his hips, a tightly bound leather corseted waist and close fitting k** leather gloved arms while his new wardrobe mistress in all her leather resplendence stood behind him in admiration with the unmistakable look of hot wanton lust, holding onto her leather reigns as if she had just tamed some wild stallion.

Turning around and gently caressing his Mistresses's beautiful face in his newly leathered hands, Steve took a decisive risk by kissing Monique full on the lips. As he sensed her leaning in and enjoying the kiss, he relished the feeling that he wasn't taking an unwarranted liberty. The kiss seemed to linger for so long as he could feel her soft leather enveloped breasts pressed against his smooth bare chest while her gloved hands squeezed his ass cheeks while at the same time tugging at the leash which was securely fastened around his balls.

Almost forgetting herself but savouring the touch of Steve's body against hers, Monique broke away.

“Slave! Show me how you thank your Mistress?”

As if by some instinct which lay asleep in his subconsciousness but was now fully alert through the ritual of being clothed in his new leather attire, Steve dropped to his knees and started to worship the boots of his Mistress. Monique sighed as she could feel Steve's soft warm lips through the boot leather, kissing and worshipping her shapely legs up their entire length, adoring his Mistress. Monique kept a firm hold of Steve via his leashes and pulled back if he would stray from the leather onto her bare thigh.

“Slave. I had these fine leather boots especially crafted by a master boot maker in Italy. They were custom made, with the design very similar to fetish style boots of the early 1970's. Look and admire how the leather clings perfectly to every curve of my leg; look how the spike heel causes such an erotic arch of my foot, how my toes bend at almost right angles to the rest of my foot; look how the end of the leather finishes a mere hair's breath away from my lust filled cunt. Count yourself especially privileged to have been afforded the luxury of worshipping them. You are such a novice when it comes to serving me, however I see much promise and potential in you. If you continue to please me then you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams, otherwise if you disappoint me, then we'll conclude our little business transaction, you can run along with your new boots but know well that you shall never set foot inside this establishment nor ever see me again. Do we understand each other slave?”

As if intoxicated by her words and her very presence, Steve replied without hesitation, “Mistress, I live to serve you.”

Smiling down at her new captive and seeing that he was completely under her control, Monique felt another thrilling surge of power course through her veins which added to the eroticism of the moment.

“Very well. As a test of your new devotion to me I require you to christen my new boots. Do me the honour!”

With confusion in his eyes, Steve looked up into the stern but beautiful face of his Mistress.

“Slave, off your knees and sit at my feet with your legs spread wide.”

Steve immediately obeyed, positioning himself so that his legs were either side of his Mistress, his erect cock pointing upward and his full scrotum resting on the cold tiled floor.

Monique then pressed down with the pointed toe of one of her boots against Steve's scrotum and proceeded to pump his balls like the accelerator pedal of a sports car. The feeling of Monique's boot against his balls was painful however the site of her petite booted foot caused his erection to grow in intensity, trying to break free from the tight leather wrapping. With her other leg, she pressed the sole of her boot against his hard penis so that it became trapped between her leather sole and the soft leather of his new corset, rubbing it back and forth with increased tempo. Steve's mind was swimming in pain mixed with ecstasy as he sat at the feet of his Mistress, using her boots to bring him to climax.

“Feel my legs”, she commanded while pressing down on his balls and pulling on the leash around his neck so that his head jerked toward her boots.

Steve was beginning to feel the pent up lust within him concentrated down in his erect penis and balls while the Goddess Monique continued to pump his manhood, feeling her leather clad legs in his gloved hands, kissing, worshipping, adoring. Within a few minutes, he could feel himself begin to climax and held Monique's boots so tightly, it became difficult for her to continue her pumping, then thrusting his head back, his body tensing, Steve pled with Monique, “Please Mistress, I...I beg you, may I cc..cum, may I chr...christen your beautiful boots?”

“You may cum slave”, she replied.

With those words, Steve's cock exploded forth shooting load after hot load of white cum upon the boots of his Mistress. His mind swam with rapture; his mouth was open but no sound came out, tiny beads of sweat breaking out of the pores of his forehead. He was lost in the moment and felt like he was in paradise.

Releasing some slack on the leashes, Monique bent down and gently fondled Steve's hair and caressed his face which was still pressed against her booted legs. Her touch was comforting as he slowly descended from the orgasmic high.

“Lay down on your back slave, hands behind your head.”, she commanded.

Once he was in the reclined position, Monique extended one cum covered boot toward his lips, looking at him with a slight smile and arched eyebrows.

Steve knew exactly what his next task required and lifting his head to meet the splash of cum started to lick his own semen off Monique's boot as if it were a chocolate ice cream cone. Satisfied that he had done a good job she changed positions with the other boot and the process was repeated. The salty tasted cum combined with rich boot leather was not completely distasteful to his tongue.

“Very good slave, not a bad job for a beginner. Now, before we conclude our transaction, I'll need a little down payment first.”, she said while squatting over Steve's face and hoisting up her dress which gave him a clear view to her beautiful, smooth shaven moist pussy which was begging for attention.

As her lewd cunt was now positioned over his face, Steve was once again propelled into another scent induced state of euphoria, smelling the combined musky aroma of her womanhood mixed with the leather and her perfume. Extending his mouth toward her hot pussy he began to gently kiss around the folds of her labia, extending his tongue out and alternating between teasing licks of her clitoris. All the while Monique started to press more of her weight down on his face, almost suffocating him while moans of delight escaped her full red lips.

With each entreating lick and kiss of his lips against her greedy pussy, her moans increased in tone and tempo; she started to rock back and forth against Steve's face, grinding it against the floor while his mouth worked like a machine against her cunt. Her gloved hands kneaded her breasts and nipples. Nearing the point of climax, Steve's cock had inflated again with the site, smell, sound and touch of his Mistress; relishing the fact that he had become the instrument to her satisfaction and enjoyment. Then he felt her tense and scream in lust filled joy as she climaxed. Steve backed off the rapid assault to gentle kissing around the inside of her thighs while she herself recovered back to earth.

Standing up and smoothing down her dress, she looked down on Steve and motioned for him to stand up with her forefinger.

He was about to say something when Monique placed her leather finger over his lips and then pressed her mouth against his in a long passionate kiss as they both embraced each other tightly. Breaking the embrace, Monique released his cock and balls from their tight leather prison and removed the leash from around his neck but left the collar in place.

“The pleasure is all mine, Steve”, she said. “I take it you like what I've chosen for you?”

“Yes, thank you. I love it, all of it”, he replied back grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

“Well let's get you out of these little goodies and boxed up...unless of course you'd like to wear them out from here?”, Monique said with a mischievous looking grin.

“Boxed would be just fine thank you.”, he replied back with a slight chuckle.

Monique helped him out of the new leather array and his legs felt lighter and slightly awkward without the boots. Although he loved the secure tight feeling of the corset, it felt good to be out of it again.

“Take your day clothes with you to the very back of the store. You'll find a small bathroom with a shower and fresh towels. Go and freshen up and I'll have these goodies boxed up and ready by the time you're done.”

As he showered he was still grinning at what had just transpired, pinching himself that this had actually happened and not just one of his many fancy dreams.

Back in his suit and tie, Steve made his way back to the counter where Monique had the boxed items ready in carry home gift bags and the invoice for the goods sitting on the counter awaiting payment. A fresh cigarette clasped in the long black holder between her fingers burned away with the wispy grey smoke escaping to the ceiling.

“Will that be cash or card?”

“Card please”, Steve replied as he handed over his Visa card to seal the deal.

With the sale complete, Monique handed over the goods to Steve but then walked over toward him and straightened the knot of his neck tie as it was slightly askew and smoothed her hands down his suit jacket with an admiring look.

“It's been a pleasure doing business with you today Steve!”

“Likewise Monique, thank you for the...makeover.”

Monique extended her right arm toward Steve's face and this time without hesitation he gently held her leather forearm in his left hand while taking her petite hand in his right, pulled it slowly toward his mouth and blessed it with a soft kiss while looking up into her eyes. She felt tingles of pleasure up her spine as his lips left their tender touch.

As Steve was about to exit the shop he turned and smiled back at Monique.

“Steve, I'm on the lookout for an assistant to help me with the shop. How would you like to help out in your spare time? Just think of all the fringe benefits you'd enjoy.”

“It would be a joy to serve under you Monique.”

“Indeed, I know it already!”

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