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 Author: SmilingWithSin
Title: SmilingFantasies - The Boots
Summary: A lusty kitten finds her way into her Master's bedroom.
Keywords: F-solo, sub

   The Boots

   It was six o'clock and He was working late again.  The auburn highlights
of a curious head slowly poked through the ever-widening sliver of bright
light cast into a dark room.  Her movements were tentative and cautious, a
kitten stalking through His house.  Her gaze followed the shaft of light
cast from her entry and settled upon the gleam of polished leather.  His
boots!  The kitten inhaled sharply as her eyes fell upon them, and she
lowered her head to the floor in reverence of Him.  Her nostrils flared and
sniffled, the scent of Him so heavy in His domain.  But she was not allowed
into this place without Him.  Her lower lip trembled and a gentle sway of
her hips began.  Soft, pitiful whines left her throat as she desperately
attempted to restrain herself.  He was so close, His scent, His taste, just
mere feet from her quivering lips.  Capturing her lower lip between her
teeth, her eyes shut tightly.

   Ever so cautiously she stalked, moving a hairs breathe forward on
creeping fingers.  As she felt her body crossing the threshold, her entire
form lay low.  She could feel her bare nipples scraping over harsh carpet.
Sensitive little peaks tightened up into little pebbles.  A whimper rolled
from her throat, as she pressed even lower.  Her eyes opened, fixing on the
flare of light against polished black.  She was still so far away from Him!
She heard a creak in the floor, and her ears twitched.  A panic filled her
heart and her head lifted cautiously.  With torso twisted awkwardly, the
kitten's gaze sought the sound.  Her movement was stilled for what seemed
like hours, as she waited, tentatively, to begin again.  At last her nerves
were steeled, and the, ever so gentle, creeping began anew.

   With eyes wide, the form of her goal began to take shape.  Black against
black began to materialize into Him.  Her breathing quickened, and she
caught a strong whiff of His scent in the air.  A soft little mewl rolled
from her throat, quickly building into a heated moan.  He had been gone for
so long!  She almost felt His fingers brushing over her back as she at last
hovered so very close to the leather that she sought.

   Bright blue saucers widened as she inhaled the deep scent of Him that
remained upon her goal.  If she were discovered, His discipline would be
most severe.  But her lust, her need was much too strong to turn back.  She
paused, her breathing heavy, each exhale of breath a short, desperate moan.
Her lips were so close, just a little more and she would be kissing His
feet.

   At last!  Her body rocked forward ever so slightly, and her soft pink
petals pressed to polished leather.  The kiss only fueled the fires that
burned inside of her.  Desperation and longing for Him encouraged her to
seek solace in His scent.  Slowly, a little pink muscle emerged from
between her parted tiers.  Leaving long, glistening trails in its wake, a
kitten lapping at the saucer of His flavor.  A shudder ran through her
body, every inch of her lustful and sensitive.  Her flesh tingled and hips
gyrated ever so slightly.

   Again she crawled forward, lids half shut as the kitten lost herself in
a haze.  Somehow, soft, tingling thighs found the matching half of Him. 
There was no hesitation this time as quivering girl-flesh was pressed
heatedly to the smoothness of His leather.  A sudden gasp left her throat,
as her most sensitive little bud rasped over cold, hard buckles.  Sweet,
sticky honey smeared polished leather, as a hardened toe splayed open her
petals for Him.  Spurred on by grinding hips, the heat of her mound
dutifully coated Him.

   Sharp intakes of breath filled her lungs with His scent, as lips and
tongue each worked lustfully to please Him and seek stolen relief for
herself.  Ignominious whimpers mingled with ardent moans, as shame mixed
with desperation.  With lids shut tightly, His boots were drenched in her
scent.  She sought to bring all of Him in that imposing pair into herself.
Her passions built to a ragging torrent, as attention was lavished upon
those boots.  She was so very close to Him!

   A sudden arching of her back and tightening of thighs began a quivering
avalanche through her body.  Her breath grew ragged and labored, as her
cries echoed through the darkness.  Rivulets of cream poured over the
polished surface trapped against her heat.  Pulsing pleasure rolled through
her body and her skin buzzed with excitement.  Helpless whines mingled
amidst pleasure, as lust dragged her body through uncontrolled convulses.
Every part of her hummed as she reached her peak.  At last her body gave
out, and she collapsed to the floor amid her own pitiful whimpers.

   A moment later, she felt the brush of fingers in her hair.  A soft mewl
rolled from her lips.  And then she gasped, as His scent filled her
nostrils anew.  He never said a word, even as he began to lead her from His
room.  The boots slipped away from her, sticky and ruined.  Tears rolled
from her eyes, she didn't know how long He had been watching her, but to
her He had always been there.  Happiness welled inside of her, even as she
felt herself being bent into position for His discipline.  A soft whisper
escaped her lips, "Thank you, Master." Whether He heard it did not matter.

   she was His and He was here at last

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