Chapter 1
The sleek red shoes that the model was wearing looked like a potential hot item to Sofie Seton, and she made a note to tell one of her designers to make a cheap copy as soon as possible. The show was almost 'over, and there was nothing much after the red sandals, and so Sofie hopped a cab back to the office, from which she ran the small but highly profitable company, Funk Feet, that made cheap copies of high-fashion shoes. It was late in the day, and she knew that soon she would be going home, and that it would be a boring evening, since no slaves were due over to see her.
Yes, she was dominant, and, as might be expected, she loved shoes and boots, but she was also interested in all forms of humiliation, and derived a great deal of pleasure from the sexual role that she had chosen. When she got home to her apartment, which was quite comfortable, as befitted someone who ran her own company, she flopped down in a chair, and started to look through the mail. It was bills and other junk, but there was one letter that had been forwarded by the mail service that she used for some of her more personal correspondence. She tore it open quickly, and smiled with delight as she started to read it.
It was in answer to an ad that she'd placed, one which asked for a submissive male to be a fulltime live in servant. The letter was from one Brent Miller, who said that he had had some experience as a slave, and that he wanted tp give himself up more fully than he had to a dominant woman. He went on about how he longed to serve, but it was the picture that hooked Sofie, since it showed a handsome man in his early thirties, tall and well-built and blonde, and she knew that she would at least try him out as a slave. There was a phone number, and she called it, but there was no answer. So she settled down to a quiet evening. It was a Wednesday night in the middle of the summer, and she was busy getting her fall line in shape. She knew that she would have to move fast if her shoes were to be ready in time for the new season, and she thought of her number one assistant, Ann, who was abroad now trying to get the scoop on the hot European items for the fall. She sighed, and she thought of all the trouble that running a business entailed.
She tried to work, to think about ways to make more money for her business, but she was tired, and besides, she was hot and horny, and she needed some sex. She had taken a shower, and was naked under her robe, and her cunt was warm, and as she lay back in her chair, she started to drip. She saw that it was eight, and she tried Brent again, and this time he answered.
"Hello, Brent?" she said in a voice that was as cruelly sexy as she could make it. He took a second to answer, and she could hear him breathing hard.
"Yes, this is he," said a soft male voice, that was filled with lust.
"My name is Mistress Sofie, and I have received your humble letter, in which you beg to serve me. Well, I don't know if you will do for a permanent position, but I would like to try you out, tonight if possible. In fact, I think that if you are a proper slave, any chance that you have to serve your mistress will be one at which you will jump. Well? Answer me, you little worm "
"Yes mistress, I shall arrive to serve you as soon as I can, if you will tell me where I should go." Sofie gave the slave her address, and he said that it would take him about twenty minutes to get there from where he lived. Sofie rose from the chair in which she had been sitting, and she changed into a costume that was suitable for the dominant role that she was soon to be playing.
She put on a pair of high-heeled boots of soft and supple leather, and a black corset of the same material, one that left her tits and her cunt exposed. She put on a black choker ribbon, and looked at herself in the mirror in her bedroom, and she liked the body that she saw. She was tall, over five ten, and slim, but with a large, well-shaped ass, and firm ripe tits that were almost too big for a woman so slim. Her black hair was cut short, and she moved this way and that as she looked at herself in the mirror, and she lifted each one of her tits, and she stroked the hard nipple with which each one was crowned. Her cunt was wet and hot, and as she selected a whip with which to punish the slave, who was due any minute, she could not resist rubbing the leather handle of the instrument hard against her throbbing clit. She moaned with lust when she did that, and she knew that if she kept it up she would come, and come hard, but she knew that the slave would arrive soon, and so she waited for him.
She had completely forgotten about the hassles of running a business and all that she thought about was the slave whom she was going to test tonight. She wanted him to be her maid, if he was satisfactory, and she intended that while serving her he should dress that part, and so she had taken out some panties and a bra that were designed to be big enough for a man. Of course, she knew that if he were to live with her she would have a maid's outfit made for him, but for the moment, for the evening that was to come, the panties and the bra would have to do.
The doorman announced Brent, and she waited with a wet cunt as she heard the doors of the elevator opening. Then her doorbell rang, and she opened it, and he came in, and he just looked at her, and his mouth dropped open and all at once he was hard, and she looked down at the bulge that his cock was making in his pants, and she smiled to know that she had gotten him so hot, and she knew now that she saw him, that he was so good looking that she just had to have him and she knew that she would not let him leave her apartment that night.
"Well, worm," she said, "Did your mistress say that you could stand in front of her? I do not believe that she did, and so you should be down on the rug, kissing my boots. Come on, on your knees worm." She felt her cunt getting even wetter as Brent knelt in front of her, and she saw that the bulge that his cock was making was pulsing visibly with the lust that he felt, and she liked knowing that she could get him so hot, right from the very beginning of their association. She stood looking down at him, with her hands on her hips, and she just looked at him like that for a while, and he did not move, but stared at the leather of her boots.
"Do you like my boots slave?" she said, and she waited for an answer, and she knew that he was hot, and she could tell that she had power over him, and that soon he would do anything for her, even become her French Maid. But she also knew that she would have to break him first, that she would have to turn him into her helpless slave, into a being who was so dependent on her that she was his whole reason for living. She continued to look down at him, and she waited for him to reply to her question, and she saw that his jaws were working, but that no sounds were coming out of them, and she tapped her whip impatiently against the leather of her boots.
Finally Brent was able to speak. "Yes mistress, I think that the boots that you are wearing are very sexy, and I want to lick and kiss them, and I want to take the heels of them up my ass-hole." Then he stopped speaking, and he wondered if he'd gone too far, but he knew that if he had she would simply whip him and he wanted that anyway, so he was not too worried. But then, as she still did not speak, he wondered if he had offended her by being too bold, and he hoped that she would not refuse to have him as her servant. Finally she spoke to him.
"Well slave, you shall have a chance to lick my boots, but I am amazed that you are so bold as to ask for the honor of having the heels of my boots up that ass-hole of yours. Such impudence requires punishment. Strip, worm." And she watched with lust and cruelty as he stripped and she saw that his cock was big and hard, and she could hardly wait to see him in the panties and the bra that she had gotten out. He licked the rug in front of her boots, and she smiled at that, and she knew then that she had a slave who was not a novice, and for that she was glad. It meant that she would not have to waste a lot of time training him in the basics, and that he knew enough to know that he had to obey her in every way, that he had to serve her every whim.
She let him kiss the rug for a while, and then she had him turn around, and she let him have it hard across the cheeks of his ass. Her whip left a thin red line in the place where she had hit him, and she loved the way that that looked, so she raised the whip again, and it whistled through the air and came down hard again on his ass. She knew that he liked the whipping, since his cock was still hard, and she knew that a man who was not a true slave would have lost his erection by this point, from the pain that he was feeling. But Brent was hard and throbbing, and she knew that she had a hot one, and she could hardly wait to dress him as her maid, but that would come later, over the next month or so. For now she would concentrate on humiliating and punishing him, aiyl she liked doing that, and she knew that she would let him suck her tonight, although he did not really' deserve such an honor.
She hit him again and again, until his ass was red and burning. She loved to watch flesh turn color from a whipping, and when the ass of her slave was nice and red she started to hit his back, and soon it too was pink and burning.
She grew tired of hitting him and she sat down in a chair, and she extended her booted legs, and she told him that he was to suck the heels of her boots. She watched with satisfaction as he did as he was told, and soon the heels of her boots were wet and shiny with the spittle of her slave. On and on he sucked, and she could tell that he wanted to play with his cock, but he knew enough to know that he was not allowed to do that without the permission of his mistress. She had him lick her heels for a good long time, and then she told him to clean the rest of her boots with his mouth.
He licked the waxed leather, and he liked the way that it tasted and felt under his caresses. Sofie sat very still as he served her, not wanting to show the pleasure that she was feeling in front of a slave. But she was getting hot, and she wanted some action, but then she thought that it would not do to let him suck her on the first night of his slavery. But her ass-hole, she thought, that would do, and she would play with her hard cut while her slave rimmed her.
"All right worm, you are going to lick my ass-hole, and I want you to do a good job of it, and you are not to stop at all until I tell you, and you better take short breaths, for if you do not suck my ass-hole the way that I want you to, I will kick the shit out of you, and then you shall leave me, and you shall never see me again."
No whipping could have given Brent more pain than these words, for the thought of not being allowed to serve this mistress, now that he had started to do so, was more than he could bear. So as she raised her legs, and spread the cheeks of her ass, he dived right in and he knew that he would do the best job of rimming her that he had ever done, and he hoped and prayed that she would not kick him out. His tongue began to probe into her ass-hole, and she loved the way that it felt as he started to rim her, and she moaned a little with the lust that was burning in her cunt. But she did not want to show pleasure in front of her slave, and so she did her best to control the lusts that she felt. The slave's tongue made loud slurping noises as he rimmed her, and she liked that, liked the feeling of power that she had over the servile male who was licking her ass-hole. And Brent loved the way that she tasted, and when she farted right into his mouth he loved it, loved the way that he choked on the cloud of gas that enveloped him. She was motionless as he sucked her, and she knew that she would wait to masturbate until he was locked in his room.
For indeed she had a room that she reserved for slaves, and he was to spend the night there, tied to the bed so that she would know that he could not play with his cock. But she wanted to have him masturbate for her now and she knew that she would have him lick his come off her boots, and that then she would lock him up.
"All right worm," she said, "Stop licking my ass-hole, and start to play with that disgusting cock of yours. But you are not to come until I say that you can, and then when I give you permission to come you will have fifteen seconds, and that will be your only chance. You may begin worm."
She smiled with cruel lust as she rose from her chair and watched him at her feet, his right hand sliding back and forth over his hard cock with a steady pace, and she could tell that he had done this sort of thing before, and that he could control himself well. She watched him for a long time, and his gaze never left her boots, and she loved the servile nature of this worm who had answered her ad. She longed then to see it come, to watch him cream on her boots, and then to watch him lick off her leather calves. She looked at the watch that she was wearing, and saw that the second hand was coming around to the top.
"All right you little shit, you have fifteen seconds to come on my boot."
As soon as she spoke he started to play with it much faster, and he grunted with the effort of floggin his log so hard, and with the effort of trying to come. He could tell that his time was running out, but then he knew that he had it, and-as Sofie watched with satisfaction he creamed all over her boots. She made him lick them clean, and then she took out the bra and the panties.
"Put these on, you shit, and remember that while you are in my service you are to dress like the woman that you are. Hurry up, and then you are to be tied to your bed in the bra and panties. If you have to piss, you will have to piss in these panties, and you shall clean things up in the morning."
"But mistress, I can't, I mean to put these on, I mean ... "
"Silence worm!" said Sofie in a harsh voice, and she raised the whip, and gave Brent a hard cut across his chest. He screamed from the pain, and hurried to put on the black bra and panties.
When he was wearing them he found that he was hot from the way that they felt against his skin, and his cock started to push against the nylon that confined it, even though he had come so recently. His mistress smiled at his lust, and she knew that he was a true slave, one who got his greatest pleasure from serving, and also one who loved to wear female clothing. She could tell that he had not faced his need for this fetish before, from the way that he had bitched at having to wear the panties and the bra, but she could tell that he was hot from wearing them, and she could hardly wait to dress him as a maid, and to have him wait on her, and on her friends.
For she had dominant friends who would enjoy punishing him, and she had other slaves, some of whom she had sex with, and she could hardly wait to fuck them while he watched, dressed in the outfits that she would have made for him. She led him to his room then, and she tied his arms and legs to the bed, and she gave his cock a hard pinch through the panties before she left him for the night.
Then she went to her room, and she wished that she had another slave there, for she was hot and she needed some sex, but it was too late for that, and so she knew that she would have to content herself with masturbation. She sat in front of the mirror, and she took off the corset, so that she was wearing only the boots and the choker ribbon, and she parted the lips of her pretty cunt, and she moaned with the lust that she felt as she touched herself. She loved to watch herself as she played with her cunt, and she was something of an exhibitionist, for she loved the way that her slaves, both the male; ones and also the women, lusted after her body as she strutted around before them. She looked at herself for a long time, not moving, just letting the lust build up in her, until she was so hot that she could not take it any longer, and she just had to play with her pussy.
With a sigh of passion she slipped two fingers into her wet cunt, and she started to slide them back and forth, in and out of her, and she moaned with how that felt, and she knew that it would not be long before she was playing with her clit. It was hard and pulsing with lust, and she could hardly stand the tension now but still she did not touch it, and was content for the moment to let her fingers work in and out of the wet hole of her cunt. The air was filled with her smell, and she sniffed deeply, and took her fingers out of her cunt, and she licked them clean.
She was using her right hand to play with her cunt, and with her left she rubbed the stiff nipples of her tits. They were hard, like her clit, and she moaned even more as she played with them. Then she knew that she just had to come, and so she raised her booted legs, drawing them back against her tits, and for a moment she savored the way that the leather of her boots felt against her chest. Then she drew back the folds of skin that hid her clit, and it came into view and it was as big as it had ever been, swollen and throbbing with lust.
She touched its tip lightly with a wet finger, and her whole body tensed when she did that, and soon was working her clit harder, faster, and then it hit her, her orgasm, and she was swept away on a tide of lust. She came hard, and for a few seconds she did not know where she was, and all that she cared about were the hot waves of pleasure that were rushing through her, on and on, taking her far away from the real world, where she had to make so many tough decisions.
At last it was over, and she saw that it was late, so she grabbed a quick shower and she went to bed. In the morning she released her slave from the bed, but she left him locked in his room after unlocking the bathroom that was off it, and leaving him some food. She said that she would try him out as a Jive-in slave, and that if he was satisfactory for the first few weeks she would keep him longer. He nodded and she knew that he would jerk himself off after she had gone, and she told him that she would allow him to do that, but that he had to come each time into the panties, and she would expect him to be wearing them when she returned home that night. He nodded, and he was hot as hell from the touch of the bra and the panties that he had worn all night while he was bound to the bed.
Sofie had a tough day at work. There were problems with production, and she still had not heard from Ann, who was supposed to have cabled her several days ago, concerning whatever she had found out about the latest fashions in France and Italy. She was worried, since she knew that Ann was. almost always reliable, and she hoped that nothing had gone wrong with her. But she trusted her, andVshe knew that she would wait a couple of more days before trying to reach her abroad.
She was dead tired by the middle of the morning, and she knew that she would leave early, and that her slave would give her a rubdown.
But then as she so often did she got caught up in business. A buyer from a big discount chain in the Midwest, one with which she had never done much business, really liked the samples that she showed him, and he liked the price, and he wanted a lot of them, in fact he wanted so many that she was not sure if she could deliver on time. But she didn't tell him that, but took the order, and knew that the cash that she would get early would help, and she knew that she would have to bust ass to get the goods to him on time, and that her reputation was riding on it.
She spent hours on the phone, talking to manufacturers, lining up the extra capacity that she would need. She had the leather, and the designs, and it was production that was the problem, since the order meant that she needed to get a production capacity that was half again as big as she had planned for the lines that had been ordered. By the end of the day it was lined up, but she knew that if was like a house of cards, and that if something went wrong the whole thing would come crashing down around her. She did not have much time, and she would have cut production on some of the other lines, but all of them were ordered too, and she laughed ironically to herself as she thought that business was almost too good.
She knew that if she approached the chain that had placed the order in the years to come, assuming that she came through, that they would help her expand, but she knew the traps mere. For too often it had happened that a big chain bought a lot from a small supplier, and helped the company expand, until the firm was totally dependent on the business from the one chain. And then the chain would find someone else who could make the same things more cheaply, and suddenly the company would fold,. and that would be that, and the chain would go on.
Sofie would not let that happen, but she was tense, and finally she realized that it was seven at night, and that she had not eaten since breakfast, and that she was starving. She was the only one left in the office, and she knew that all of the little places to eat around where she was would be closed, so she hopped a cab and went down to Chinatown, and got a table quickly, since she was alone, and ate slowly, drinking the hot tea, and then she felt better.
She walked around for a while, thinking about her business, and worrying, but she knew that there was nothing more that she could do until the next day.
Then she realized, all at once, how hot she was, and she thought of the slave who was waiting for her, and she knew that she needed another slave with her for the night, and that she and the other slave would make it in front of Brent, as part of the lesson that she was teaching him. She thought of Steffie, who was a young submissive blonde who loved to suck cunt, and she called her from a phone booth.
Steffie sounded hot and eager, and she laughed with delight when her mistress said that she had found a male slave with a clothing fetish, but then she realized that she was being too bold with her mistress, and she simply said, meekly, that she would meet Sofie at the apartment in about an hour.
Sofie took a cab back, and she was so hot that she was ready for anything.
She knew that he wanted her, but she also knew that he was not submissive, since she usually could tell that about a man, and although sometimes she liked it straight, she was in no mood for that tonight. She liked teasing him though, and she made sure that her skirt was up high as she paid him, and she laughed to herself as she saw the bulge in his pants.
"Hope your cock doesn't get stuck in the steering wheel," she said as she left and he was pissed, and gave her the finger before he burned rubber as he sped away. She was still grinning about that as she entered the apartment, and she got out of the clothes that she had been wearing all day, and she knew that Steffie would be over soon, and she was suddenly so hot that she could hardly stand up. She changed into a pair of sexy silver sandals, over her bare feet, and a pair of leather panties, studded with silver rivets. Her tits were bare, and she knew that she would take her pleasure with Steffie before she allowed Brent to come out of his room. She sat and she liked the way that the leather of her panties felt against her wet cunt, and she moved her hips lazily as she waited, and she knew that she would practically rape the slave when she arrived. She had forgotten about her business for the moment, and all that she thought about was sex and sadism.