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... you were gay or wanted to be a woman because you cross-dress. I know that is not true. I believe we're like counterparts. There has to be an opposite of you and an opposite of me. You like to dress and be dominated while I like to dominate and dress guys. It's not really rocket science, James," she spoke. I stared for a while. The scary part about the situation was she was making eerie sense. I replied, "I get it. I like one part and you like the other part. We need both parts to make the experience reach its full potential and then some." "Exactly. Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get bored with all this talk, slave," she said standing. "Ah! How did my boots get so dirty already? Clean them, slave." I complied with her order and immediately began kissing her left boot. I ran my lips across the tip of the boot, then dragged my tongue across every spot I had kissed. Of course, her boots weren't really dirty. In fact, they were quite clean. She just wanted the satisfaction of watching me lick her boots. While I worked on her left boot, I noticed her right foot moving up my skirt and to my crotch. I began licking and kissing, but she still wanted to tease me. Alicia lightly pressed her boot against my rising cock while I worshiped her foot. She pressed harder and harder until I finally uttered a cry of passion and pleasurable pain. I noticed a smirk crawl across her face. She rubbed my ...

... cock with her boot until she was satisfied I was near orgasm, which I was. After I finished cleaning her boots, Alicia attached a dog collar to my neck and led me to the living room on a leash. She f***ed me to walk like a dog, and I of course, complied. She ordered me to lie on my back. I looked up at her beauty and noticed her shiny, platform boots tightly encasing her smooth calves while her black tights enhanced her firm thighs. The skintight leather hot pants emphasized her feminine hips and her chest explained itself. She slowly slid her leather hot pants down her long legs and stripped the rest of her clothing. She stood, naked before me. "Now, it's your turn to please me, slave," she said sternly. She straddled my stomach, pinning my arms with her legs to my sides. The only tool I would be allowed to use was my mouth. "You will make me orgasm several times using only your tongue. If you can not then you don't get to orgasm all break," she let the thought dwindle. Pinned to the ground, I obeyed her order. I stared into her luscious, pink folds. I slowly began to lick her lips, circling her exposed, hard clit while her sweet juices ran down my face and around my neck. I could tell an orgasm was already beginning to build with in her. I flicked my tongue against her highly sensitive clit then drew it into my mouth where I sucked it gently. At that moment I knew I was in for one hell of a spring break.