Heather zipped up the leather boots.

Her husband, Alex, was waiting in the bedroom.

She knew he was probably giddy with excitement.

They had decided that their Saturday evening would be spent with Heather

stepping into a dominatrix role and ordering Alex around. It would be a fun way to spice things up.

Years of marriage had a way of dulling a couple's sex life. She took one last look at herself in the guest room

mirror. She had on a leather body suit with snaps at the crotch, knee-high black boots,

and a black riding crop. Her brown hair was long and wavy, and if she didn't know any better, she would have thought she was a true

dominatrix. Oh, wow, breathed Alex when Heather opened up the bedroom door. You look fucking hot.

Heather smiled and smacked the riding crop against her palm.

Thank you, baby.

You may only refer to me as mistress for the rest of the evening.

Is that understood?

Alex swallowed hard.

Yes, mistress.

Get down here on your hands and knees.

I want you to start off by worshipping my feet.

Alex scrambled to the floor, his heart racing.

He knelt in front of his wife, who was completely unrecognizable now, and began to kiss her boots. He kissed the top of each one,

but then Heather lifted them up so that he could kiss the souls. Lick them. Heather ordered.

Hesitantly, Alex stuck his tongue out and dragged it across the bottom of each boot.

Heather ran the soft leather of the writing crop across Alex's bald head, as he did so,

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