BDSM Stories: Worshiping Mommy’s Leather Boots

I’m standing in the doorway. She’s standing in the middle of the room in front of a chair with dark wooden legs, arm rests and a black leather seat.

My breath is caught in my chest as my eyes focus on her. Black lace lingerie, her curly hair resting on her shoulders.

“Come here, little one,” she says. For a moment I’m frozen in my fear, but I quickly do exactly as she says. I make my way over until I’m standing directly in front of her, her eyes piercing right through me. My heart is pounding and my hands are shaking.

She senses my fear, and it amuses her to know the impact she has on me. She reaches out and puts her hand softly under my chin.

“On your knees for Mommy.”

I slowly drop to my knees, her hand following me down. She smiles, “That’s how I like you… on your knees in front of me.” I know she is right. My place is beneath her.

My eyes lower. That’s when I see them. Black, supple leather boots with a subtle shine. The gold lock dangling from the ankle. The thin gold heel supporting her powerful legs, her whole being. My eyes fixated on the perfect leather boot, belonging to the most perfect woman.

She knows exactly what I want. She slowly sits down on the chair. She lifts her leg and rests the leather boot on my shoulder. “Hmmm… is this what you want?” She positions the heel so it’s pressing into my skin.

I do my best to stay still, taking in the force she is pushing into me. My face scrunches in pain and by body tenses up as I struggle to stay in place, letting out a little grunt in my effort. She’s amused and finally lets up.

I can’t stop staring at the smooth black leather… so close to my face.

“Tell me what you want, little one,” she says softly.

“I want to kiss your boots,” I whisper.

“Oh, really? Well maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll let you.”

“Please, Mommy?” I respond.

“Please, what?” she demands.

“Please may I kiss your leather boots, Mommy?” I plead.

“You may, little one,” she smiles.

A sense of relief washes over me. I feel my arousal building as my lips touch the soft leather. I take a deep breath, inhaling the wonderful scent of Mommy’s leather.

“Good girl,” she says.

A moan escapes my mouth as those words sink in. The bliss of knowing I’m doing exactly what she wants. “Deeper, wetter. I want to really feel it,” she demands.

My tongue drags along her boot. Her power oozing off. I can taste it, I can feel it taking over as I sink deeper into her control.

She firmly pulls my head back. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.” She raises the shiny heel up to my open mouth. “Put it in your mouth, all the way down your throat.” I slide the hard, gold heel along my tongue. It slides all the way back until I gag on it.

I feel the rush of adrenaline course through me. My body tenses up, my pussy clenches down, throbbing with excitement. I love being filled with Mommy’s heel, tasting the ground she’s walked on.

She softly returns her boot to the ground. The heel is still shining from the spit I left behind.

“I want you over my knee,” she commands. I make my way over, lay my body over her lap. She drags her hand slowly down my back, softly trailing lower until her fingertips settle on my ass. I feel her lift her hand away and I tense up anticipating her strike. Sensing my fear, she says, “Surrender to me, darling. I will give you everything you need.”

Her voice is like a warm blanket holding me in my fragile state. She strikes me hard. I feel a rush of energy, initiated by the contact of her hand, flowing through my whole body.

“You love this, don’t you?” she asks. “Yes, Mommy,” I reply with a smile on my face. “Where is your gratitude then?” she asks. “Thank you, Mommy!” I quickly say, hoping to make up for my lack of manners. “Good girl,” she says as she continues spanking my ass.

“Making it nice and red for Mommy,” she coos.

I hear her reach for something behind her. She places it on my back and begins dragging it slowly.

“Do you like the way Mommy’s whip feels on your skin? Do you want Mommy to use it on you?” she asks. “Yes, Mommy,” I say, nodding my head.

She guides me off her lap. She stands and walks around me. “I want you to stand up and face Mommy.” She looks directly into my eyes with such focus. “Only good girls get Mommy’s whip.”

I smile. I feel myself getting wet at the thought of Mommy using her whip to cause me pain. The pleasure it will bring her to see me in pain, to see the marks it leaves on my flesh. Letting me know that I belong to her.

She starts with light strikes across my stomach and my chest, gradually getting harder. I feel it sting each time the leather makes contact. With each strike, I am pulled deeper and deeper into a blissful state where nothing else matters but the sensations of Mommy’s whip.

“Can you take harder ones for Mommy?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I say eagerly.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, you’re going to take hard ones for me and you better thank me after each one, like the good little girl I know you are.”

She hits me with the first one. I’m overwhelmed by the pain. It radiates through my whole body, taking over my mind. All my focus is on Mommy and her whip. I manage to let out, “Thank you, Mommy.”

But before I can take another breath, I feel the sting and burn from the whip striking me across the chest. It feels like I’ve been cut open. The whole world stops as my being cracks open, giving Mommy access to everything that is inside me.

Each hit makes me more and more hers. Each hit gives her more and more of what I’ve been holding inside.

Tears stream down my face as I can finally let go of everything that I’ve been holding back and give myself completely to Mommy.

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