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She tried to move and felt the bite.  All she could see was blackness and her ears pricked at each slight sound she heard.  Eventually she could pick out individual sounds and not startle.  It was someone breathing, she could hear them above all the other sounds of the house, softly at her side, not near enough to feel it on her cheek, but she could hear it in every part of her being.

The breath said not a word and she waited tilting her head to one side, trying to hear what was happening around her.  She could only hear the breath though and although there was something else going on, she couldn’t quite hear it above the breath.

Then it struck her! She realised it was her own breath she could hear!  Just as she relaxed it hit her hard and the breath forced out of  her.  Before she could even gasp and gather her breath it hit again and again and again. She began to breathe with the beat of the hits and felt herself float.  It became enjoyable before she had even gathered her breath back

Then it stopped.

Her breathing laboured and fast and as it slowed down, the heat from the beating warmed her.

She thought of earlier that day and how she had ended up here.  She didn’t know why she had said yes, but she did deep down. It was her eyes, they pulled her in and made her feel faint.  There was something about her that she couldn’t voice, but it made her want to do anything she asked of her.

Then she felt her breath on her cheek and held her own waiting for what was next.  She didn’t have to wait long before she felt nails dragging down her back through the welts left from the beating.  As she arched her back trying to get away from them, she heard the chuckle. It made her scared and excited all at once and she knew that she was wet.  Surprisingly she was enjoying this despite never having thought that she would like any of it.

Then she felt something sharp, sharper than the nails, run down her back and she held her breath. Scared now as to what this actually was. Deep down she knew what it was though, and refused to let the thought surface that it was a large hunting knife being dragged down her back. She could feel trickles of what she hoped was sweat run down her back. But she could smell it and the iron smell gave it away that it was not sweat.

A loud clatter made her gasp as she heard the knife fall to the floor and hands grabbed her breasts. She could feel her nipples pressed into her back and rub against her and the overwhelming metallic smell assaulted her nostrils. Her blood was running down her legs as she felt what felt like a thousand needles grab her shoulders and release the chain that held her arms above her head. As she fell forward it pressed against her and slid into her, her wetness allowing it easy passage.

The hands covered in needles broke the skin as the movement began. It was hard and unyielding and banged against her cervix again and again. A rush of air escaped from her mouth as it hit her hard, taking everything inside of her lungs. She cried out as it pulled out and then rammed back in again and the hands gripped harder bringing real tears overflowing out of her eyes.

As the rhythm began to take flight she felt herself pushing back against her and heard  moaning like a kitten. From somewhere deep inside she knew that it was coming from her own mouth and she knew that they were both reaching the point of explosion. As she had that thought, her insides clenched and she cried out, a guttural sound escaping with her breath. Words whispered into her ear for the first time.

“Breathe girl!’

Then all that was heard was her breath on the night.

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.

“Boots!”

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”