Kneeling Before Their Boots
Mistress Azumi and Mistress Sora stood before me, their towering leather boots gleaming under the dim lights. The scent of leather filled my senses, intoxicating and overwhelming. I didn’t need to be told what to do—I dropped to my knees, eyes fixated on the perfection of their boots.
Azumi extended a foot first, the sharp heel clicking against the floor as she positioned it before me. “Show me how much you deserve this,” she said coolly, her gaze piercing. I pressed my lips against the supple leather, leaving soft kisses along the arch before running my tongue along its polished surface.
Sora laughed softly, watching me debase myself for them. “Oh, he’s eager today,” she mused, lifting her boot and pressing the toe under my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “Go on, clean them properly.”
I obeyed, running my tongue along the length of her boot, savoring the taste of leather mixed with her dominance. Their satisfaction was all that mattered, and as I worked, I could feel their power tightening around me like a leash.