Many years ago on Fetlife, a friend came up with an idea for a story of your own making. I don’t remember all of the details of how it came about, but the main gist of it was, you were led into a dungeon area of Fetlife, and from there you could craft a scenario of your own making. Past, present, future, the sky was the limit. Just write a fantasy of your own, and make it in four parts. Well, I posted mine on Fet, and there it sat for the past 8 years. So I thought I’d bring it back to my blog here, for another set of folks to enjoy.
Prologue:
Along with the rest of the guests, I’ve listened to the welcome and the description of what the whole experience is to be about. After having absorbed the information, I watch from the shadows as the others of the invited group work their way into the labyrinth, finding the rooms that best suit their needs. As I follow along at a leisurely pace, outside one door, heavily banded with iron and made of sturdy oak I hear a soft whimper. Looking down, I see a woman strapped in leather and steel, bonded to the floor in a crouched position, with her head sticking out and her tongue protruding… A boot licking station! What luck. I had my boots freshly polished this afternoon, and needed a good licker to make them sparkle, and this dungeon seems to have provided for me. It’s like the ‘Room of Requirement’ from the Harry Potter Universe. Determine what you need by thought and it will be provided for you…. Very clever Mojzis…and the always mysterious lips; hats off to you both.
Extending my left foot to the woman, she feverishly and wonderfully begins to lick steadily at the boot…her body is restrained, but not in such a way that she cannot work her tongue and head around the boot, as long as it’s kept in a suitable position to assist her. Around and around her tongue goes, over and to the sides, every now and again she pauses to take a lick of water from a replenished bowl next to her, a little trickle from some unknown source keeps the bowl fresh, and allows her to keep her tongue from getting too stained with polish, or some other detrius that might have been present. Small moans come wafting to my ears as I stand over her…watching as she studiously does her job, wondering where the dungeon found her, or was she an original part of the dungeon when it was created. Either way she finishes with one and glances up to me…coming out of my reverie I switch feet, presenting her with my right and off she goes again, lapping, licking, tonguing the leather as if it was her very last meal. She’s so good, I almost forget why I’m here.
As she completes her task, I drop down to one knee…giving her a tickle along the side of her head, and working down under her chin letting her know that I approved of her work. A soft voice wafts up, nearly breathless but completely understandable..she says to me…”thank You, Sir” as I rise up once more and open the door before me, crossing the threshold and leaving her behind for the next adventure.
(to be continued…)
Omg, I had forgotten about bootblacks! Thanks for the reminder – and for sharing the story. Looking forward to hearing the rest of it.
Very interesting post! I’m going to put this to my friend/ex-partner and see if we can’t come up with some kind of collaborated effort. Should be interesting!
Oo, I’m glad to hear that it piqued your interest and you’re going to take a stab at crafting something of your own in the same vein. I remember at the time my friend started this on Fet, there was quite a lot of interest and many intriguing tales. Interesting indeed!
I love the way the submissive was bonded! Not so much the tongue protruding or bootlicking. But it was a good read so far.