The smell makes her weep, a hot wet feeling seeps through her shorts, her body tingles all over and soon her mind goes to another place. His voice breaks her out of her dreamlike state and she runs to where he is.
That one word drops her to her knees in front of him and she begins her routine. She has been preparing for this for the last hour, the smell driving her insane with need. She slowly licks one boot from the toe to the heel and back again until she is content it is clean, and then does the same for the other boot. She can feel her cunt swell as she picks up the brush and begins to rub in the polish that she had newly set alight to, watching closely and ensuring that she does not miss a spot.
He ignores her, but it doesn’t matter, this is what she lives for. This is why she is alive and all she desires for her life. Slowly, not wanting this moment to end she softly rubs polish into the other boot watching the one she has just completed, for the polish drying ready for her to begin the next step.
As she finishes putting the polish on the second boot the other is dry and ready. She takes another brush and softly begins to buff the polish she has carefully laid on the boot into a dull shine. The smell assaults her nostrils and she involuntarily lets out a sigh. She can hear nothing but the sound of the brush, smell nothing but the polish. His boot sits between her legs pressing hard on her making her want to scream with the want and need she feels brewing there.
As she gently lifts his other foot he forces it down hard and presses the heel into her so hard she almost cries out. She knows not to, this is the routine, nothing must be different from what is expected. She begins to brush his boot, until it too is ready for the final step. She pauses not wanting this moment to end and he kicks her softly although she is so hard she feels it in every fibre of her being.
She continues brushing and gently lays his foot down taking up a soft cloth and begins to buff the polish softly spitting while she does so which encourages the shine. She smiles proudly as she begins to see a faint reflection of herself in his boot. She has outdone herself this time and continues to buff with the cloth until she can see her face, black and shining and dreamlike.
As she does the same to the other boot, she sighs and wipes her hair out of her face the strong smell almost making her faint with ecstasy. Despite what is coming she likes this part the best, the anticipation, the smell, the feel of the polish on her hands and his heel ground into her cunt.
She quickly packs up the polish reluctantly, along with the brushes and cloth and bows to him, her head touching the floor, waiting with her heart thumping in her ears for what comes next. She feels his feet rest on her back and sighs knowing that he is happy. As she waits her juices run down her shorts legs and she can smell herself mixed in with the polish. She stops breathing as he lifts his feet and places them either side of her head. As she is pulled to her feet by the hair she almost faints with the length of time she has waited. He kisses her on the lips. As he says the words she comes, juices running down her legs making her feel faint, sending her to that place that only he can.
“Good girl Boots”