The Shock of a Lifetime (BDSM/FemDom/Violet Wand/Boots)

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This is a fictional story that I wrote for a contest. I have used this technique in a scene before, so it's all quite possible, but the story as it was written is just erotica. Please don't repost anywhere without my consent.

He waited at the smoky bar, his fingers strumming a nervous tattoo on the wood. He took another peek at his watch. 8:26pm. She had told him to be there at 8:00, and he had arrived early to avoid disappointing her. Was she going to show up? Maybe this was all a mistake anyway.

He nodded to the bartender for another beer. Ben was 27 years old, diminutive for a man at only 5’7, with a slender build. He’d been trying to work up the courage to live out this fantasy for years, but nervous doubts had kept him fantasizing in his apartment with his hand on his cock. Ben had some unusual erotic tastes and while he certainly enjoyed the sex he’d had with partners in the past, he wanted to know what it would be like finally to explore some of his darkest fantasies.

He took the cap off his beer and took a swallow, brushing his blond hair out of his eyes. This bar is so seedy, he thought. Not a place I’d have expected her to want to go. The floor was covered in grime, and the bartop was sticky, but it was less noticeable in the dim lighting. The bar was busier than he had thought it would be, but the jukebox was playing and drinks were flowing, and apparently that was enough for some people.

He checked his phone for messages. Nothing. And it was 8:42. Ben resolved to wait until nine before he’d give up and go home. Maybe this whole thing is a bad idea, he considered. It’s a really hot fantasy, but maybe it should stay that way. People don’t actually do that sort of thing in real life, do they?

Ben leaned back on his stool with his eyes closed. He pictured her wearing them; thigh high shiny black leather boots with a 6” stiletto heel, red laces up the front, and red leather buckles and cuffs. His cock started to get hard in his jeans. He imagined himself naked on his knees in front of her, running his tongue gently over her boots, sucking on her heel, thinking of the way the leather would feel as he stroked it with his fingertips. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly to try and calm his raging erection. Could I really do something like that?

Since he was a teenager, Ben had been picturing women wearing sexy boots while he masturbated. He remembered the first time he’d seen a woman wearing thigh high stiletto boots and nothing else; one of his friends had brought an S&M porn magazine to their treehouse, and right on the front cover was a raven haired woman with smooth white skin, big round breasts and perfect pink nipples, slim-waisted, with a tiny landing strip not hiding her pussy lips. And then- the boots! They stopped just a few inches below her pussy, and he instantly wanted to cover that distance with his tongue. A woman that beautiful and sexy deserved to be worshipped, and his fourteen year old self pictured himself licking her boots in ecstasy while he stroked his cock in the privacy of his bedroom over and over. As he got older and started dating, Ben timidly suggested to his girlfriends that they would look amazing in a pair of tall boots, but they either brushed him off or got offended. One girl called him a sicko and broke up with him on the spot. And so the black haired beauty in boots remained quietly in his fantasies while he was pumping his cock into another woman’s pussy.

And there she might have stayed, until one night as Ben was surfing some new porn websites, he saw a string of ads for local escorts on the side of the page and did a double take- there she was! But it couldn’t be- she didn’t look like she had aged a day since that magazine cover. He clicked the link and went to her site, which proclaimed her to be Mistress Violet. When he looked more closely, he could see that it wasn’t the woman who had captivated his imagination all those years ago, but she was very, very close. And she was wearing the exact same boots that he had so many orgasms dreaming of. Almost without conscious thought, he found himself sending her an email with his information and a deposit to book a session, which led to him sitting at this bar tonight, wondering if he could go through with it.

9:01. Ben signaled for his tab, feeling both relief and disappointment that she hadn’t showed up. The bartender came over and grunted “Been taken care of, buddy,” and gestured to a dark booth in the corner. Ben could barely make out that there was a person sitting there in the shadows. Good manners dictated he at least walk over and say thank you, but his heart was pounding nervously since he couldn’t imagine anyone but her buying him a drink in this place.

He sat down in the booth opposite her, and his eyes widened appreciatively. She was even more beautiful in person, if that was possible, but the expression on her heart shaped face wasn’t pleasant and her dark eyes flashed.

“Who do you think you are, sitting down without an invitation, boy?” she snapped with a disdainful sneer. “Is that how you thank your Mistress?”

Ben jumped to his feet awkwardly, knocking his knees against the table. How have I managed to screw things up already? he wondered.

“I’m sorry, Mistress Violet. I… I haven’t done anything like this before. I don’t really know how it works,” he stammered.

She looked up at him, still not pleased with his behaviour. “Do you think I enjoy you looming over me?” she said in a soft voice reminiscent of danger. “Or do you think there might be a better place for a disobedient boy to be?”

Ben looked down. Oh my God, is she wearing the boots??? Her legs were hidden by the table. Maybe if I’m on the floor I can see better and then she won’t be so mad at me. While Ben liked the idea of worshipping her, he didn’t really enjoy being humiliated like this. But if it meant keeping her happy so he could spend time with her boots…

“Oh,” he sighed as he sat on the dirty floor. Mistress Violet’s long black velvet trench coat covered most of her outfit, but Ben could see long slender legs crossed at the ankles, and she was wearing basic black high heeled pumps, not the sexy boots from the ad! Doesn’t she remember what I said in my email?

Mistress Violet laughed. “You’re not enjoying this, are you? I’m not what you expected. What did you want, for that fantasy woman of yours to sit quietly in a chair while you slobber and rub your filthy self all over her?”

That had been exactly what Ben expected, actually, if not in those words, and his reddening cheeks told the story. Maybe a few moans of enjoyment from her, too, but his mental images of the night did not involve being reprimanded and sitting like a fool on a sticky floor. He didn’t respond. What if someone I know walks in and sees me like this?

Ben started to get up. “I’m sorry I wasted your time, Mistress Violet, but I think I need to go. I’m not ready for this after all,” he said haltingly.

Mistress Violet smiled at him, a little friendlier. “All right, Ben, if that’s what you want. But you’ve paid for your time already, so it would be a shame not to get your money’s worth, right?” She signalled to the bartender. “At least sit and have a drink with me, and we’ll talk about it a little. You can even sit at the table.”

“Um, okay,” he said, a little confused, getting off the floor and sitting back in the booth where he’d originally tried to sit. The bartender placed an open bottle of beer in front of him, and brought a seltzer with a twist of lemon for Mistress Violet. “I just don’t know if I’m ready for this. It’s not what I thought.” He took a swig of his beer.

“Well, a lot of men like to be treated that way,” Mistress Violet said matter of factly. “They want to play out the fantasy of being worthless and groveling for my favour. So that’s how I usually begin a session.”

“I don’t like it,” said Ben in a firm voice, taking another big swallow of beer for courage. “That’s not what I wanted. And I still don’t understand why you wanted to meet in a bar instead of in your dungeon.”

Mistress Violet looked at him consideringly. “I meet every client in a public place before I decide to accept them. If you didn’t meet my approval, I’d return your fee and leave. It’s not standard, but I prefer doing business this way.”

Ben jumped as he felt her stockinged foot rubbing across his leg. Thinking about her bare feet made him think about boots again. “If I still wanted to go through with this, when would I get to see you in boots?” he asked nervously, as her foot started to move closer to his groin, where his erection had made a quick return. I’m so close, how can I walk away now without seeing what it’s like?

Her laugh was tinkly. “I know how much you want to see my boots, don’t you, Ben?” She tilted her head coyly.

“Oh yes!” Ben burst out, his words starting to slur slightly. He replayed the fantasy in his mind, picturing her wearing nothing but the boots. His thoughts were starting to move more slowly, while his cock throbbed insistently. Fuck, I wanna see her naked.

“Well then drink up, boy, so we can get going!” Mistress Violet laughed again.

Ben didn’t notice that she was looking at him rather like a tiger looks at his lunch, or realize that this was very different from the way professional Dommes handle their clientele. He gulped down the rest of his beer and started to feel a little woozy. Only had three beers, why’m I drunk?

He tried to put the beer back on the table but his hand didn’t seem to want to work properly. Whas goin’ on? he thought murkily. He looked up at Mistress Violet, who was smiling at him evilly, expectantly.

“Time to go!” she chirped cheerfully. “We’re going to have some fun tonight.”
The last thing Ben saw was that scary smile of hers as she stood over him while he lost consciousness.

***
Ben yawned groggily. That must have been a fucked up night. What the hell did I do? He tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes but his arms wouldn’t move. What the fuck? Suddenly much more alert, Ben looked around. He wasn’t in his bedroom. He wasn’t even in his apartment. This place had an ominous feeling. The walls were concrete, with metal rings hanging in various places. There was some kind of furniture that he could see if he craned his neck, but because there were no windows the light was dim enough that the function of the furniture was a mystery. Which was perhaps a blessing in disguise.

His wrists and ankles were securely bound with rope that felt scratchy and rough against his skin, and there were zip ties locking him to the chair he sat on. He was naked. Ben pulled frantically at his bonds but only succeeded in rubbing his wrists raw. What the fuck is going on? Where am I?

As if she heard his thoughts, Mistress Violet spoke in a teasing voice. Ben craned his head but couldn’t see her; all he heard was her lilting words. “Well Benjamin, have you finally decided to join us? I didn’t think that would take so long to wear off.”

Ben’s mouth was so dry that it hurt to talk. “What the fuck are you doing, bitch!” he tried to yell, but it came out more like a hoarse squeak. “You drugged me! I want to go home. I’m going to call the cops as soon as I get my hands on a phone!”

Mistress Violet laughed. “Then I suppose I’ll have to see that you don’t get your hands free anytime soon, won’t I? You and I are going to have some fun today. You’re going to get what you’ve always wanted.”

“I didn’t want this!” Ben said urgently. “I just wanted to finally fuck a beautiful woman wearing sexy boots!”

“You mean… THESE boots?” asked Mistress Violet with a laugh.

A light came on in front of Ben, illuminating a raised dais with a carved wooden throne in the centre. But he didn’t even see the delicately carved figures in various erotic positions. His eyes were filled with his fantasy come to life. Mistress Violet stood on the dais, palely naked, her beautiful full breasts hanging free and her rosy nipples with their hard and firm little nubs. Her pussy was totally hairless and smooth, and he imagined that he could see her arousal glistening on her lips. And just below her nether lips were the boots from his wet dreams. Shiny black leather coming up her creamy thighs, tightly laced and buckled with red, and a tall stiletto heel. His cock got rock hard instantly at the sight of her.

“Oh God…” he whispered. “Yes. Those boots.”

Mistress Violet smiled. “Are you sure you want to go home now, boy? Say the word, and I’ll cut you free and have my driver return you to the bar,” she said in a throaty voice.

“No, please,” he stammered, his predicament forgotten with the aching in his balls, his fantasy so close he could almost touch her. “Please, Mistress, let me stay. Let me worship you, please,” he begged.

With a laugh of anticipation, Mistress Violet sat on her throne, her boots stretched out in front of her, her legs slightly apart so that he could almost see the puffiness of her pussy lips. She made a gesture with her hand, and Ben felt himself being cut free from his restraints. He rubbed his sore wrists. “Come to me, boy,” Mistress Violet said in a commanding tone. “Now.”

Ben dropped to all fours and began to crawl. He didn’t even notice the rough concrete abrading his hands and knees while his eyes were full of Mistress Violet and her boots. His cock was so hard it almost hurt.

When he reached the foot of the dais, she raised a hand to stop him where he was, so close, and yet so far. Her boots were just slightly out of his reach. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, off her. I can’t believe this is happening!
“Please, Mistress. Please allow me to worship you.” Ben pleaded. “This is what I’ve always wanted.”

Mistress Violet had a glint in her eyes. “Are you sure? I think I am going to get what I want, too.”

With that, Ben nearly swooned, imagining that she’d be exactly like his fetish fantasy, forgetting how he’d gotten here in the first place. He heard a faint buzzing sound, like there was an electronic hum nearby. But nothing else happened, so his cock’s insistent throb reminded him that the woman of his dreams was naked in front of him, saying this was what she wanted, too.
Mistress Violet waved him forward. “Thank you, Mistress,” Ben said fervently as he took the foot of her right boot in his hands and lowered his head in ecstasy to lick it.

ZAP! What the fuck was that??? Ben pulled his head back in surprise and confusion to look at Mistress Violet’s boots. Wrapped around the heels of her boots, over the tall leather upper and through the eyelets was a shiny copper wire, which tucked into her boot at the top, pressed against the smooth flesh of her thighs. He reached out with his fingers and touched it, and saw a spark jump from the wire to his hand before he even made contact. It didn’t really hurt much, but it felt tingly and intense. The sensation lingered briefly on his skin as he pulled his hand away.

She laughed delightedly. “I told you that I was going to get what I wanted, boy. This is what I love.” Mistress Violet held up a strange device that was plugged into the wall. It looked like a bronze tube, about a foot long, with a cable running from it to a metal rod in Mistress Violet’s hand.

She giggled girlishly and reached a hand down to Ben’s face, and he saw sparks jump from her fingertips before she reached his cheek. He jerked back and sparks flew as he pulled away. “How the hell are you doing that?” he spluttered.

“Tut tut,” Mistress Violet chided. “You will treat me with respect.” She turned a little knob at the bottom of the device and the buzzing sound grew louder. “Or there will be consequences.”

She stood up, towering over Ben in her naked glory, and leaned down over his face. He shied back until he saw her face moving closer to his and not her hands. His lips parted as hers reached for him hungrily, and then he felt a much more intense spark pass through his lips. “Ouch,” he cried.

“Behave yourself and we can have some fun,” Mistress Violet said, twisting the knob back down again. She reached down and ran her hand over his cock, which had softened slightly but was still decidedly interested in what was happening, and it jerked to attention again. He felt a tingling, buzzing sensation through his penis and it felt surprisingly good! Almost like her fingers could trace vibrations in him. Thought was gone and he moaned and thrust his hips at her.

Mistress Violet laughed delightedly again and traced a finger around the ridge on the head of his cock. Using only one finger made the sensations more intense than before, it was almost too much to bear on that sensitive flesh. But it was such an intense feeling. Ben wanted it to stop. He wanted it to go on forever.

She used her finger to wipe up a drop of precum leaking from his cock and with another mild zap, wiped it on his lips. “Looks like you are enjoying this, Benjamin,” Mistress Violet said softly.

“I’m not, I mean…” Ben paused. He couldn’t think straight. His cock was certainly enjoying things.

Mistress Violet sat back on her throne, and Ben could feel the heat of her pussy and see her lips spread, glistening. Mistress Violet was clearly enjoying this very much, too. He bent over and took her boot in his hands again, and pressed a kiss to the leather over the top of her toes. No zap. It seemed like he got a shock either when he touched that copper wire, or when Mistress Violet touched him. How the hell is she doing that? he wondered.

He stopped thinking about it when Mistress Violet tilted her boot so that he could take her tall stiletto heel in his mouth. He jerked slightly when his lips got shocked from the wire wrapped around her heel, but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him from worshipping these sexy boots the way he’d always wanted to. And the shocks weren’t painful… they were starting to feel good. He could feel his body aching to orgasm, pleasure flooding his senses.

“That’s right, boy, lick those boots,” Mistress Violet ordered, sliding a finger into her hot wet cunt. “Show me what a good little boy you can be.”

Ben could smell her pussy along with the scent of… ozone? It was strange, but the aroma of her desire was overwhelming him. He fervently pressed his lips to her boots and started raining them with kisses, running his tongue passionately in strokes up and down the leather, getting a mild zap every time he crossed the wire. He moaned when he felt those little jolts hitting his tongue. He kissed up to the tops of her boots, where the wire folded over against her bare thighs, and breathed in her sexy musk. Ben started rubbing his cock against the smooth shiny leather of her insteps where there was no wire, while pressing a tentative kiss to Mistress Violet’s thighs just above where her boots ended.

Mistress Violet and Ben moaned in unison at the electric buzz that ran through his lips into her softness of her leg. He kissed a little higher on her inner thigh, and his nose nearly bumped into the fingers that she was pumping in and out of her dripping wet hole. Mistress Violet grabbed his hair and pulled his face to her waiting pussy.

Oh FUCK she tastes so good! He slid his tongue between her wet lips and flicked it up towards her clit. He heard her gasp and felt her thrust her hips against him firmly. He felt the little jolts of electricity as his tongue traced concentric circles on her clit. He licked more insistently, listening to her breathing get heavier. Ben reached down and started to stroke his cock while he was rubbing against her boots. It felt so good to have the shiny leather against his dick. I’m so fucking close!

Mistress Violet started thrusting her fingers into her pussy harder and her breathing got ragged while she was grinding on Ben’s face. Her clit was swollen and hot and he sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue all over her hard little bud rhythmically until she started to shriek wordlessly and press her pussy against his face.

Ben’s body was overloaded with pleasure from the electric tingles and the feel of her sexy boots against his cock, and her wet pussy against his mouth. The sound of her orgasming finally pushed Ben over the edge. The world exploded in a hot wet rush, his cum spraying over Mistress Violet’s boots.

He sat there at her feet, panting, trying to catch his breath. God, that was even better than my fantasies. Ben looked up at Mistress Violet. “What was that tube? I’ve never heard of anything like that.”

“It’s called a violet wand,” Mistress Violet told him. “It’s one of my favourite toys to use on my victims,” she said mischievously.

“It hurt a little at first, but then it started to feel amazing! I really liked those tingles. And I loved the way you could make them with your fingers. Or how I made them with my tongue!” Ben exclaimed. “I’m not sure how it works, but I like it.”

She laughed throatily. “Oh, my wand can do a lot more than what you saw today. They might call Hitachi the magic wand, but my money’s on this one.”

Ben leaned back on the step of the dais. “Do you happen to have any sessions available next week, Mistress? Maybe without having a drink at the bar first?” He asked hesitantly.

Ruffling his hair affectionately, Mistress Violet said “I think I can squeeze you in. I’ll have to find a new way to surprise you, but I don’t think that will be too difficult.” She glanced over at a table to the side of the dais which held several open metal cases with a variety of strange looking glass implements.

Mistress Violet smiled down at him, stretched out a boot, and said archly “I do expect you to clean up your mess, of course.”

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Wow, that was an amazing story. I use to love it when my wife put on her shinny black pvc thigh high boots for me. I use to post these pictures on other sites and have received many emails from guys like ben.