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Story title : Mandy's Boots

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Mandy's Boots (Fdom/M, smoking-fetish)
by Anonymous Author

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What is it about the Christmas and New Year time that 
makes us want to be with the ones we love? I have to 
admit to getting a bit down around that time, just 
wanting to be with someone who is so special to me and 
knowing I was going to have to wait.

Partly due to feeling down I decided to treat myself to 
a pair of black thigh-length PVC boots, and once I'd 
got them home decided to try them on, just to make sure 
they fitted properly. I managed to massage them onto my 
legs and was impressed with how they looked, even 
though I wasn't convinced I'd be able to walk in them 
as bending my knees seemed to be a problem. I then 
realized I had a serious problem... how on earth was I 
going to get them off again?! 

The only thing I could think of was shutting my ankle 
in the doorway and pulling, but I didn't want to spoil 
them. So my only other alternative was to swallow my 
pride and call to my eldest son who was downstairs; 
he'd already seen a picture of the boots and innocently 
enquired as to why anyone would want to wear anything 
like that! 

'Mum' he said as he came into my bedroom, 'what on 
earth are you wearing those for?' 'I just wanted to see 
what they'd look like' was the best reply I could come 
up with. But I needed his help to try and remove the 
darned things so with us both giggling he heaved and 
heaved, each time the first boot seemed to move a 
fraction of an inch... until finally it came off, 
hurling him against the wall and banging his elbow! We 
were a little more careful with the other one and 
finally I was released.

Once Christmas was over there was nothing much to 
occupy me and things seemed a little gloomy, until my 
brother invited me along to a fancy dress New Year 
party he was going to. The theme was 'professions' so 
as far as I could see there was only one that I could 
go dressed as; the oldest profession! 

It was fun anticipating being able to wear the boots 
for the first time in front of other adults. Working 
out what I was going to wear was relatively easy, I 
mean, it was a case of going as far as I could and 
still feel confident. The party was great fun, but I 
couldn't help wishing Alan could have been there. The 
number of people who went along in fetish-type gear was 
enough to make you wonder if they played around in 
private. 

My brother took some pictures that I posted to Alan for 
him to scan; I wanted to put one on my web pages. He 
seemed suitably impressed with the boots! I'm not sure 
if the boots helped but finally we were able to 
organize another weekend together, a slightly longer 
one than usual, meeting on a Thursday evening.

Before the weekend arrived I went shopping. I'd been 
thinking about what I wanted to do to Alan the next 
time we met but finding what I was looking for was more 
difficult than I'd anticipated. They don't seem to sell 
leashes in black leather anymore, at least not at the 
pet shops near my home. Finally I found something that 
seemed right, although the lady told me it was in fact 
dark green, not black; I decided to ignore her. My 3-
year-old niece seemed a little puzzled as to why I 
wanted a leash as I don't have a dog... I showed her 
the fish in the tanks!

I knew I'd be getting to the hotel before Alan 
especially as I wanted to miss the rush hour traffic 
jams. Instead of doing everything before I left I 
decided to leave earlier and finish getting ready at 
the other end. Once I'd had my hair done, had painted 
my nails and packed my bag that was it, I began the 
long but oh so exciting drive north.

I love those drives. It gives me lots of time to think 
about what we've done and said before, and to 
anticipate the pleasures to come, not the least of 
which is just seeing Alan again. I turn the radio up, 
sing along to the loud music and wear a permanent 
smile. It probably goes without saying that I chain 
smoke as I drive. Whenever I reach a junction or get 
caught in some traffic snarl-up or other I sneak a look 
at the drivers alongside me, just to see if they are 
watching. 

Sure enough I arrived long before Alan. I called him on 
his mobile phone to make sure I had plenty of time to 
do what was required and he was still a couple of hours 
away. For once I didn't mind the wait.

I ran a deep, warm bath; not too hot, I didn't want my 
hair to collapse! I lay there, thinking and smoking for 
a while, with a cup of coffee and my ashtray beside me 
on the shelf. It was an incredibly sensual experience 
to gently bathe myself in the bubbly water, feeling my 
hands slide smoothly over my wet skin, as I awaited my 
lover. I could have lain there for hours but I still 
had things to do so I forced myself to get out and 
wrapped one of the huge soft towels around me.

With the towel still wrapped around me and a fresh 
cigarette between my fingers, I sat in front of the 
mirror looking at myself. I smiled as I began to apply 
my make-up, carefully and taking more time than usual, 
even though I knew that if I got the effect right it 
would soon be thoroughly messed up. Big smoldering eyes 
and glossy dark red lips that should do it. 

I applied my perfume next, to my neck, wrists, the 
cleft of my breasts, backs of my knees and just a touch 
near my pussy. I love the combined smell of my perfume 
and smoke and I know Alan does too, and there was 
nowhere he'd kiss me that he wouldn't be able to savor 
the aroma.

With my hair let down after protecting it from the bath 
water, and my face perfectly made-up I began to dress. 
I slowly put my stockings on first, enjoying the silky 
feel of them against my smooth legs. Next was the black 
velvet bra, panties were unnecessary. I pulled on my 
new black miniskirt, only ever worn to the fancy dress 
party and slipped the see-through black lace blouse on.

I checked my reflection in the full-length mirror, and 
liked what I saw. It's not the way I usually dress, but 
it was definitely the look I was aiming for that night. 
There was one more thing to complete the effect. I got 
my boots out of my bag and slid them on. That was it, 
no turning back now, I'd need Alan's help to get them 
off again! I remember thinking to myself 'Oh god, Alan, 
don't break down.'

Alan called me just after I'd finished getting ready to 
let me know he'd be about another 15 minutes. That left 
me enough time to make sure I'd tidied all my bits and 
pieces away and to make myself another coffee, 
preparing an extra cup for his arrival. It also gave me 
enough time to wonder if I'd over estimated Alan, I 
didn't want him to think that just because I'd made an 
effort to look as sexy and inviting as possible that 
I'd expect him to 'perform' as soon as he arrived. He'd 
have had a 5 hour drive and to be honest I was more 
than prepared to wait as long as was necessary, it 
would just be good to see him again. With my stomach 
doing somersaults I waited for him to arrive.

There was a knock on the door and I rose to open it, 
hiding myself behind it, just in case it wasn't Alan. 
It was Alan, and he came through the door, turned to 
look at me and said 'oh fuck'! From the look on his 
face and the sudden appearance of a huge bulge in his 
jeans I knew I hadn't under-estimated him at all. He 
came over to me, wrapped his arms around my waist but 
resisted the urge to kiss my lipstick-covered mouth. 'I 
don't want to spoil it,' he said 'you look amazing.'

I tried hard to persuade him to have a coffee and take 
a break after his long drive but failed miserably, not 
that I minded in the slightest. He guided me gently 
towards the bed and looking at me with those huge 
appealing eyes, said 'Mandy, I need to fuck you, please 
let me fuck you.'

The answer was easy, 'On one condition Alan, you have 
to let me smoke.' Alan grinned from ear to ear as he 
fetched my cigarettes, lighter and ashtray from the 
dressing table. As I lay back on the pillows he took a 
cigarette from the pack and placed it between my lips, 
carefully avoiding smudging the lipstick. He sat beside 
me on the bed as he held the lighter up and, once my 
cigarette was lit, I took a long drag, inhaling deeply.

After holding the smoke in my lungs for a few moments I 
exhaled in Alan's face. He knew what I wanted, and 
didn't keep me waiting long. As Alan undressed I 
watched him, becoming even more catlike than I usually 
feel when I'm about to make love. I took lots of long 
drags on my cigarette, leaving it dangling from my lips 
as I eyed him hungrily. The room had already been smoky 
when Alan had arrived, and it was getting a lot worse, 
or should that be better?

Alan came back to the bed and lay down beside me, 
running his hands and eyes all over me. We talked for a 
little while, telling each other just how good it was 
to be together again. I knew I looked good, and I 
wanted to stay that way so I resisted the almost 
overwhelming urge to pull his mouth down to mine and 
kiss him hard. 

His hand finally moved up under my skirt, parting my 
thighs, gently caressing me. He slipped a finger inside 
me, and smiled as he felt how wet I was, how eager to 
play. My hand moved gently on his hard cock, loving the 
feel of his maleness so close to me, but I wanted it 
even closer. I parted my legs even further, inviting 
him to enter me, guiding him home. My fingers dug into 
his shoulders as I inhaled long and deep on my 
cigarette, reveling in the feel of that first long firm 
thrust as I arched my hips towards his. 

I moaned softly with pleasure as the pace of his 
thrusts increased and I lit another cigarette from the 
remains of the spent one. There was still no kissing, 
but we felt so close just gazing into each other's 
eyes. The heels of my boots dug into the bed when they 
weren't wrapped around his waist. I loved the feeling 
of him through my stockings, caressing his butt and 
legs with the silky nylon. 

As I watched and felt Alan getting closer to orgasm I 
lit another cigarette, leaving it to dangle sexily from 
my mouth. I tightened every muscle deep inside me to 
urge him on, and rubbed and scratched his back and 
chest. 'Alan, I want you to cum, don't hold back, I 
want it now,' I said through my cigarette, blowing 
smoke into his face as I spoke. His thrusts grew harder 
and faster and I smiled up at him. As if I couldn't 
tell what was happening Alan moaned out 'Oh Mandy, it's 
gonna cum, oh fuck Mandy, I'm coming!'

As Alan collapsed on top of me, trying desperately to 
get his breath back, I held him close and we chuckled 
at his eagerness, and the effect my appearance had had 
on him. He'd been trying hard to hold back, not wanting 
things to happen too quickly, but I love the urgency of 
that first frantic fuck, and I always know it won't be 
long before we'll get another chance and maybe take a 
little longer. Sure enough it wasn't long before we 
started all over again!

The following morning was the usual story. Alan woke 
first and as I felt him moving beside me I lit up, not 
bothering to ask if he minded...he never does! After 
several smoky fucks we finally decided to make a move 
and go out for breakfast. I love it when we eat out; it 
gives me a chance to tease Alan in public, knowing that 
very few people realize what I am doing. I always make 
sure I finish eating before Alan, and he eyes me 
knowingly as I light up. There aren't many people who 
love having smoke blown at them over a meal so I'm very 
lucky to have found one that does! I sat opposite him 
practicing my French inhales, only recently mastered, 
listening to his soft moans and watching his occasional 
bashful look, as he got uncomfortable!

Once breakfast was done, we went and bought newspapers 
and some magazines to read. The magazines were raunchy 
and we lay on the bed later, discussing pro's and con's 
of various pictures, most of them smoking ones, 
laughing at some of the more unusual and less 
flattering ones. 

I love looking at magazines like that with Alan, we 
share similar tastes, and to be honest I find they turn 
me on. They seem to have the same effect on Alan, 
because we always end up back in bed again and you'll 
never hear me complain about that<g>. Sometimes we'll 
smoky fuck with a magazine open on the pillow next to 
my head, talk about sensory overload, and I love it!

We got the first chance this weekend to do something 
I'd always looked forward to. I'd taken along a video 
machine, and Alan had brought along some videos. 

Watching the first smoking video I'd ever seen, with 
Alan, was a revelation. I loved watching those girls' 
techniques, even as I had to bite my tongue a bit to 
stop myself giggling at the corny scripts in places. I 
learnt a lot from those videos, things I'd put into 
practice over the fullness of time. 

As the videos played during the long winter afternoon I 
got more and more turned on, and I wasn't alone in 
that. I think Alan found it a bit of a novelty to watch 
the videos that he'd seen before with someone else for 
a change, and it wasn't long before he wanted to fuck, 
thankfully... the only problem was trying to keep 
watching over his shoulder! It didn't detract from the 
pleasure though, and it became something we still love 
doing together.

Later that evening I had something special planned for 
Alan. Wearing almost the same thing that I'd worn the 
night before (which had been well received) I tied 
Alan, naked to a chair and stuck one of the videos on 
the TV. There began a two-hour stretch of being 
incessantly tormented, teased and caressed that had him 
writhing and moaning with pleasure, and me loving every 
minute of it. 

I began by sitting near him on the end of the bed and 
smoking, using every skill I'd learnt to turn him on, 
and his cock was rigid in no time at all. I double-
dragged, French inhaled, let him see huge long exhales 
from mouth and nose, but without letting him have the 
smoke. He stretched as far forward as his bindings 
would allow, desperate for my smoke, begging for it. 
The more he begged however, the more determined I 
became to make him wait. 

Someone had suggested I ensure that every part of Alan 
was stimulated (thanks Tom!) so I did my best o put 
this into practice. In turn I gave my attention to his 
thighs, his chest, his sensitive nipples, cock and 
balls. Oh god he was eager, and it took all the self-
restraint I possessed not to untie him so that we could 
fuck right then! 

I managed to hold back for over two hours, finally 
getting to see all the parts of the videos I'd missed 
during the afternoon session, before releasing him from 
the chair. Once some life had come back into his arms 
(it's surprising how much just keeping your limbs 
still, even if not tightly tied, can affect 
circulation) and as we moved across the smoky room to 
the bed, the slave asked if I could be even harder on 
him next time! From this far on, a year down the line, 
I don't hear that so much these days, which is a good 
thing.

After making love several more times before finally 
settling down in that oh, so comfortable position, with 
me curled against his back, an arm resting on his thigh 
we drifted off to sleep. A full eight hours later I 
woke first, and just about resisted the urge to squeal 
with glee at this. I carefully and quietly reached 
across to the bedside table for my cigarettes and 
lighter. One day maybe someone will invent a cigarette 
lighter that's silent, but in the meantime I held my 
breath as I lit up, hoping it wouldn't wake him.

I took a huge long drag on my cigarette and moved 
closer to Alan, sleeping peacefully lying on his back, 
and exhaled slowly over his face. It would seem that 
even asleep he's still tuned into smoking, as he moaned 
softly and moved his face against the smoke. I took 
another long drag of my first cigarette of the day and 
again let my smoke pass over his mouth and nose. He 
rolled over and pulled me closer as I took another drag 
and let him have my smoke in a long deep kiss. He 
returned my smoke, which made it taste even better, 
sweeter than when it's only been in my mouth.

'Fuck me, Alan, please' I asked. He obliged me with a 
smile, moving over me and entering me so gently, though 
I was already wet and ready for him. I entwined my legs 
with his as I got a fresh cigarette from my packet and 
left it dangling from my lips. My hands were free to 
caress his back and chest, run through his hair and 
down his neck. I inhaled deeply and often, gently 
blowing my smoke up at Alan's eager face. I closed my 
eyes for a little while, just savoring the feel of him 
moving inside me, feeling the weight of him, listening 
to his softly murmured words. 

I don't know what was different that morning, which 
hadn't happened during our previous times making love, 
but something definitely was. I felt the strangest 
sensations building up within me. At first I didn't 
want to say anything in case I was wrong, then I knew I 
was right, and even though I knew Alan was close to 
orgasm I asked him breathlessly not to stop. 

I started to have a 'fucking cum,' for only the second 
time in my entire life, though fortunately it wasn't 
the last. I panted and moaned, my fingers digging into 
his strong shoulders, as I felt waves of sheer pleasure 
wash over me, before we both collapsed and I held Alan 
tightly against me in almost stunned silence. Well, 
there was silence as I got my breath back, before I 
told him excitedly what I'd felt, and how good it had 
been.

After going out for breakfast the rest of the day 
passed far too quickly as we lay and talked in bed, 
occasionally looking at magazines and videos and 
fucking. 

Unfortunately by the evening I'd already started to 
feel the impending departure and got into a pretty bad 
mood. Well, I say 'unfortunately' but as it turned out 
it had its benefits. Alan felt like playing again one 
more time before we had to pack and leave in the 
morning. I decided I'd do my best to give him what he 
wanted, along with some memories to take away with him 
the following day. 

I dressed and made-up and then put handcuffs on Alan. 
He looked quite vulnerable like that, but I thought 
there was something extra I could do. I got a long, 
black silk scarf and wrapped it twice around his head, 
blindfolding him very effectively. It's surprising the 
effect that cutting off one of our basic senses has on 
enhancing those that are left. I moved around him 
quietly and he had no idea where I was, as he stood 
naked in the middle of that room. I moved closer to 
him, not saying a word and kissed his mouth, exhaling 
smokily, as he jumped in surprise.

As Alan continued to stand there I began to talk to 
him, telling him what a useless slave he'd been. He 
couldn't leave my cigarettes alone, and he knows that 
cigarettes are reserved for Mistresses, and slaves only 
get to smoke when their Mistress decides they've earned 
it. I placed a leather collar around the slave's neck 
and got the leash out of my bag. After putting his 
balls and cock through the loop in the end I fastened 
it to the collar. Mmm, nice, it fitted perfectly. 

I grasped the leash and continued to berate the 
pathetic slave, complaining that my boots hadn't been 
cleaned properly. 'On your knees,' I demanded. 'Now 
start licking, until I tell you to stop' I said, as I 
sat down raising a boot to his mouth. His tongue licked 
every inch of that boot, his mouth sucked on the heel 
and the toe, before I gave him the other one to clean. 
I moved my foot around making it awkward for him to 
find it blindfolded, but he kept trying, until his legs 
began to tremble at having knelt on the floor for so 
long. 

That was all the excuse I needed! 'Get up, slave, NOW!' 
I commanded. Easier said than done, as it turned out. 
With some assistance the slave got to his feet only to 
have me push him over the back of a chair, with his 
chest supported on the back. 'You've no stamina slave, 
you need training' I told him, as I slapped my riding 
crop against my boot. 'You're going to learn to do as 
you're told, without a word of complaint, or a sign of 
weakness, because that's what I want.' I bore in mind 
the slave's comments from the night before, along with 
my frustration at our impending separation as I used 
the whip on his ass, six strokes on each cheek as he 
winced and squirmed. He would be taking more than 
memories away with him; he'd take the marks too.

After dealing with the slave's punishment for the time 
being I felt he could do with being tested again. As 
I'd stood whipping him my cigarette ash had fallen to 
the floor so I pushed him to his knees and ordered him 
to lick it up. This isn't as easy as it might sound 
when you recall he's still wearing a blindfold. I held 
him by the hair as I guided him to the fallen ash. Each 
time the slave got a mouthful of that exotic tasting 
stuff he gratefully uttered the words 'thank you, 
Mistress.' The slave passed that test, so it was onto 
another one. I released the handcuffs only to refasten 
them in front of him, and push him on to all fours 
quickly enough to avoid him having the chance to play 
with his rock hard cock!

I got another of my 'toys' from my weekend bag; my 
little white vibrator. As I turned it on and listened 
to the gentle buzz I saw my slave move his hips in 
anticipation. 'Oh yes slave, you like getting fucked 
like this, don't you' I taunted him. 'Oh no, Mistress' 
he said, 'but I'll do anything you want me to, but 
please, be gentle,' what a cheek! As I pushed the 
lightly greased vibrator into his tight hole he groaned 
softly, but soon started moving in time with my 
thrusts. I made sure I pushed down a little each time I 
moved forwards, stimulating his sensitive G spot until 
the cum started to drip from his cock and he begged me 
to stop.

I wasn't quite finished with him yet, though. I watched 
as he stumbled to his feet, still cuffed in front and 
blindfolded. After letting him get his bearings a 
little I told him what I expected of him next. 'You're 
going to smoke for me, slave' I smiled, not that he 
could see 'you're going to smoke and play with yourself 
until you cum.' 'Yes Mistress, I'll try' he said as 
bravely as he could. I lit three cigarettes, it was a 
shame he couldn't see, and told him to open his mouth 
so I could put two of them between his lips. 

'Come on slave' I jeered my novice smoker, 'you're 
going to have to work fast, or I'll make you smoke 
another double! I want to see lots of long deep drags, 
and no cheating, you're not to take breaths of fresh 
air in between.' His hand moved quickly, as he 
struggled to keep smoking, knowing I was watching his 
every move, feeling the end of my riding crop against 
his thighs and balls. It wasn't long before he came, 
gasping and thrusting into space, sending his cum all 
over the carpet and he greedily sucked in air as I 
removed the finished cigarettes from his mouth. Of 
course with all the smoking we'd been doing between us 
during the evening the air was far from fresh. 

I released him from his cuffs and took the blindfold 
off, smiling as he tried to open his eyes in the 
comparatively bright light. I opened the window for him 
as he stumbled to the sofa and thrust his head and 
shoulders outside. You'd almost think he didn't like 
smokers!

We slept well again that night, and woke early to fuck 
three times before packing everything away and signing 
out of the hotel. Strangely enough, although I'd not 
looked forward to parting it was easier than usual, 
probably because we'd had a little longer together.

                     ** ** **

Well, this story was started almost a year ago and 
things have changed quite a lot in that time. We're 
still very much together, meeting up around once a 
month. Our relationship has moved on, along with our 
'play,' and it has developed into something very 
special. It's actually quite hard to write about the 
things we do now, partly because of changed 
circumstances and free time being limited, but also 
because it's even more personal now. 

I'll try to write something up, one day, but I think it 
might be fictionalized somewhat.

Our weekends tend to take place at home these days, 
which is great because it gives us some freedoms not 
available in hotels (such as coffee 'on tap' and meals 
when we want them). The only drawback is that we get to 
do the washing up, and it's my carpets that get messed 
up!

Living 500 miles apart is extremely difficult 
sometimes, especially around times like the Christmas 
holidays, but it does make for wonderful reunions!
Mandy

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