MonogaStomp

Yes, you read that right, no typos, I am in a mono-poly relationship with a pair of boots. 


Not just any boots of course, to make *me* monogamous, they are a hitherto unknown brand of unique, special, beautiful, and lustful. Black leather, solid at the toe, laced up to mid calf, smooth, cool, hard leather, no fancy decorations, no funky colourful laces, no cute but oh so tacky charms hanging out of the lace holes, just plain black Doc Martens, with a tread I can't stop dreaming about. I'd cuddle up to them in bed if I could, but it's the man who wears them who makes them what they are. The man who looks down at me as I kiss his boots, as I caress them with my tongue, as I love them, as I drip with lust and anticipation, with the act of submission of loving his boots. 


I love these boots, and I love the man who wears them, who allows me to show my love to them as I do, before he wraps me in his ropes, ties me with the ropes that are an extension of his soul. If I love his boots, there are no words that can describe my feelings for his ropes. The way they wrap around me, the way they bind me tight, the way they make me feel so safe, bound so perfectly. He can hurt me with his ropes, he can soothe me with his ropes, he can change my mood from any degree of negative to blissful, heavenly happiness in an instant, just with his ropes. He doesn't tie with rope though. He ties with his heart. He ties with his love. They just look like rope. Rope as a manifestation of the soul. That is the man I call Sir. The man who calls me pet, as no other man ever will. 


He's in another city, far away, and I'm alone with my lust, alone with the desires burning my soul like fire.


I have an assignment from him. Every weekday (weekends I do something different, I have yet to find out what exactly) I must kneel, imagining him in front of me, picturing his boots, shining beautifully in front of me, his pants, pockets full of knives to hold against my throat, caribiners with which to suspend me from ceilings, from trees, from any number of assorted and convenient hard points. I see him standing there, looking down at me as I look up at him, loving him, waiting for his instructions. I am to clench my pussy muscles for one minute, imagining his hand inside me, picturing myself, feeling myself gripping his wrist while he fucks me with his fist, while he growls filth into my ear, tells me I'm his sweet pet, tells me I'm his filthy fucking slut, his little fuck toy. He knows that deep, growling voice in my ear makes me cream for him, instant lust, the second fastest way to make me beg him to let his pet, his slut, his property, cum. (The fastest way is to hold a knife to my throat while fucking me to breaking point. Did I mention I don't do soft and fluffy??) The minute ends. I relax for a minute.


Clench again, squeeze my cunt muscles tight, feeling his hand teasing my g-spot, two minutes this time, I look down at his boots, I feel his hand in my sweet, soaking pussy, I ride his smooth, cool boot, I put the shine on it with my juices, flowing freely already. Relax for a minute. 


Again. Three minutes. His fist is deep inside my cunt, I'm holding his wrist tight as his tongue teases my clit, drawing the begging words out of my lips, 'please' the word rolls off my tongue, a necessity even in my limited vocabulary at the point of orgasm, if I couldn't say the word, I'd never be allowed to cum, and that my friends, is the fate of a thousand screams of frustration. Relax. 


Five minutes. He fucks me, he owns me, he knows it, I know it. He fucks me like property, and I beg him to let his pet cum, I beg him to let his slut cum, I beg. I wish he was fucking my ass, I wish he was standing on my throat and fucking my ass at the same time. I don't know if he's that flexible, but I will find a way to make it work. Believe me I will. Him fucking my ass, hard enough to make it hurt soooo gooood! I beg, I beg, I hear him roar, the screams are torn from my throat as my orgasm rips through me, permission or no, he cums into my ass, I feel him pouring into me, he hold my hips so hard it hurts, he could be no deeper inside me. Relax. 


I need to go find a vibrator. Now.