"I'm…I'm sorry!" I stammered.

She continued gazing at me, not blinking her eyes.

"Can I make it up to you? Can I pay to have your boots and motocycle cleaned?" I asked.

"My bike will be cleaned by my motorcycle slave boy," she said in a controlled voice.

"But what about your boots?" I asked.

"Follow me."

And with that she spun around and drove her motorcycle away.

I followed Her as she rode in front of me. Her black, patent leather thigh high boots had mud on them, that was now starting to dry.

I followed my dark haired traveler of the night to a garage for motorcycles. A boy was there waiting on his knees. She spoke to him after he kissed her hand. She wore the gloves she wore when she rode her motorcycle. These, too, had mud on them. She walked out of the garage and closed the door behind her. She walked over to me and motioned that I follow her inside a different door. I followed her inside a dark room with black walls. The only piece of furniture was a bar stool. She removed her coat, but left on her scarf. Then, she sat on the barstool. Her eyes gazed into mine. I looked back at her. She wore a black leather halter dress with zippers. She wore fishnet stockings. She wore a black leather stoker cap.

She pointed to her boots.

"You splashed mud on my boots. You will clean it off," she commanded.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"My name is Destiny," she answered.

Destiny. Who is this woman who has such control over men? Like she has control over me now?

"What do I use to clean your boots?" I asked.

I looked around and saw the room was empty except for the barstool she sat on. All I had was what I had on me. I watched her hand reach up to my head. She placed her hand on my head and pushed my face on her boots.

"You may use your mouth," she said. I knew she meant what she said. I began to feel rather humiliated by the idea of licking and sucking Destiny's boots clean. At the same time, I was becoming very captivated under this woman's spell. I asked her, "are you a Mistress?"

"Yes, I am. I am Mistress Destiny from NYC," she replied.

So, that explains the boy waiting on his knees for her to come home. I often fantasize about Dominant women, especially Dominas. At work I would look up websites on my computer. The women on the website for http://www.punishmentsquare.com are really stunning. I love the clothes and boots the Mistresses wear. I love thigh high boots. Mistress Destiny has very long legs. These black boots look fabulous on her. Except for the mud.

I quickly dropped to my knees and sucked and licked mud until my mouth was full. I wanted to spit it out. I had tissues in my pocket to spit the mud into. After this, I began to tongue clean her boots. I cleaned the heel, the tip, the sole, and the entire top of the boots. After the first boot was cleaned, I cleaned the second one, the same way. Now, I took two tissues in my hands and began to polish her boots until they sparkled in the light.

She inspected her boots to see if any mud was still stuck on. Seeing none, she told me to go. I got back into my car, feeling horny an humiliated. I could still taste the mud in my mouth. Mistress Destiny's mud. My penis grew at the thought of it. I closed my eyes and pictured her in my mind. I can remember her face exactly. Her pale, smooth skin, her flashing green eyes. Her lips, full and dark ruby red. My hand found it's way to my penis. Only a few short strokes was all I needed to release the tension I was holding back. I also still had the tissues I used to wipe dry her boots. I quickly wiped my hands on these tissues and stuffed them back into my pocket. I gave one final look at the garage with Mistress Destiny inside.

I hope I see you again, Mistress Destiny.

To contact Mistress Destiny:

Boxholder
PO Box 3126
Jersey City NJ
201-435-2946 or 201-435-7929
E-Mail: leathermis@aol.com
or visit http://www.domina.ms/Destiny/