Final Lieke stories 10 min read

The following week the temperatures in NYC began to plummet and it snowed a couple of days.  Lieke, like most of the women in the office, began wearing boots to work. Except Lieke’s were all designer brands that looked absolutely amazing.

Lieke’s cubicle was at the end of the row with an empty office at the end. So it was less trafficked and quieter than mine.

I stopped by say “hi” and went down on one knee behind her to keep it discreet. Lieke was working at her desk with her back to me.

Lieke spun around in her chair to reveal she was wearing a gorgeous pair of knee high black leather boots. She crossed her legs as if to strike a pose. Absolutely spike heels. The boots were super feminine and stylish. I wondered if they were a present from one of her clients. So I quietly asked.

Lieke proudly said “Ja !” with a big smile. She whispered “Don’t you just love them ?” while coquettishly flicking her boot’s pointy toe up and down fairly close to my face.

The boots looked super expensive with beautiful leather.

Lieke looked around and then right at me and said “feel them”. I whisper “No, not at work.” And then Lieke says “feel them”, this time louder. I realized it wasn’t an offer, it was a command

I touched her boot and the leather was butter soft. I never wanted to stop touching them.

I mouthed “I want to lick your boots” right at her with a stupid grin on my face.

Lieke’s face got all cold in an instant and her eyes narrowed. “Do it.”

I froze for a second. I think I just fucked around and found out with a dominatrix.

Lieke mouthed “do it” again with an angry countenance.

Then she grabbed me by my tie and flung me to the floor. Lieke was a powerful woman and I was off balance so I went tumbling down. She then kicked my butt to herd me under her desk.

I crawled under her desk and laid flat on my back with my knees up. I’m pretty sure nobody could see me unless they came into her cubicle. So it was an OK risk.

I saw Lieke’s boots stand up out of her chair so I guess Lieke was surveying the floor to see if anybody noticed us. Apparently nobody did since she sat back down. Then Lieke scooted forward and planted both boots hard on my chest. I’m wearing an expensive suit that I don’t want to get dirty but I was totally turned on at this moment. Lieke lifted herself off of her chair, putting all of her (considerable) weight down on me through those spike heels. And her boots were filthy. We had snow a few days ago in NYC which melted, producing a dirty black mush on all the streets and sidewalks.

Lieke started wiping her boots on my clean white shirt and Ralph Lauren tie – immediately getting black smudges all over me. She rubbed the sides of her thin soles on me over and over again. Even scraped her heels clean of any dirt. Right on my suit. And of course I couldn’t make a sound while all of this was happening.

After Lieke had her little fun for 60 seconds or so she stopped. And then just plopped both boots down on me. And I heard her computer keyboard clicking. So Lieke was actually going back to work. With me under her boots! I couldn’t believe her nerve.

After maybe 5 minutes of being her footrest, Lieke crossed her legs so that all of her weight was coming down through one boot. She then started to dig that heel into my chest, grinding down with her boot toe up in the air moving from left to right. This really hurt ! When I got home that evening I found a red welt on my rib cage in that spot.

Then Lieke uncrossed her legs and went back to stepping on me with both boots. I think that heel grind was just an FU reminder showing me who was in charge.

I began to wonder how long I was going to be under her desk. What if I got noticed ?!? I’d probably get fired by HR immediately if this were ever discovered. So now this whole incident has turned from a fun moment into a twilight zone horror episode.

So I grabbed onto Lieke’s boot heel, which was at least 4 inches (10 cm) long and super thin, and start tugging on it. I did that a couple of times and Lieke responded by shoving that spike heel into me like she was stabbing me with a prison shank. Lieke did it for about 5 seconds and then stopped. I guess that was a sign that I was not in control, she was. So I just had to wait patiently (and nervously) for whatever Lieke decided to do.

Then I saw Lieke hold a piece of paper under the desk for me to see. It read “lick my boots clean”. And she picked up her pointy boot toe and shoved it toward where my face would be. I did nothing. No way I’m going to do that under these circumstances. After a minute she mildly stomped her other boot down on me and showed the “lick my boots clean” paper again while shaking it. Forget about it I thought. That was just too crazy.

Then I saw the paper one more time and it read “lick my boots clean or I will make a scene”. Fuck ! So I turned her boot toward the side and started licking the toe like my life depended on it (which my professional life kind of did at that moment).

God her boots tasted horrible. All leather and boot polish and a fine layer of dust/dirt. It was totally disgusting. But I know I had to stay completely silent or other coworkers just a few feet away would hear me. So I licked the top and sides of her boot nonstop. Lieke knew I was doing this because her boot leather was so thin she must have been able to feel it. I would also rub my face on her boots it felt so wonderful. She then switched boots for me to get the other one clean as well.

I thought I was about through at that point when I saw another note: “lick the bottoms”.

I knew I was just fucked so I resigned myself and started digging my tongue into her boot sole. It was so fucking gross with all the black schmutz on them. I almost started gagging. The taste was salty from the NYC snow melting stuff thrown on the roads. Plus dirt. And probably some toxic chemicals. Oh well . . .

The only saving grace was that as I provided cunnilingus to her boot soles I was touching the toes of her boot with my hand, feeling all of that super soft leather which was a huge turn on. Maybe this whole domination thing was a turn on as well. I was getting a giant erection. And probably a black tongue.

I heard Lieke pick up the phone and dial a number. I stopped for a second wondering what was going on. But her finger snap and point under the desk told me to continue as she moved her other boot forward. So I started licking away on the other boot sole as I heard Lieke say “Hi Heather” (Heather was this really hot girl who sat near my cubicle. Some weeks before I made the mistake of telling Lieke that I fancied her.)

“Hey, do you know where <my name> is ? I’ve got something I have to go over with him. And a pause. “When was the last time you saw him ?”. Another pause. And I keep licking away since Lieke was in total control of things right now. And then Lieke said “Oh, he’s probably in the department head’s office right now trying to suck up. The guy is such a bootlicker.” And the genius of Lieke’s play stunned me so hard I almost started laughing. Touché.

Then I heard “I know, right.” And I frantically wonder what was said about me by my hot coworker. Lieke continued “Oh, I’m wearing those boots from Sak’s Fifth Avenue today. You should come over and check them out. Ok, see you in a few” and hung up. Now sheer terror for me and I wanted to shit my pants. But Lieke moved her chair back and motioned for me to get out. I hurled myself from under her desk, banging my head and making a big racket in my panic.

Lieke shoved some papers into my hand as I stood up and brushed myself off, hoping I looked even remotely presentable. But I saw hot Heather coming down the aisle and froze, not knowing what to do. Lieke was sitting there as cool & calm as she could be. I was a physical & emotional wreck at that moment. Heather was now right at the entrance to Lieke’s cubicle. Lieke said “I found him” with a happy smile. Then said to me, all serious, “so why don’t you think about those numbers and get back to me. I’m interested what you have to say about it.” And I stood there like a log.

Then Heather said “what happened to you ?” like my hair was on fire or something. I looked down and saw black smudges all over my suit and shirt. I thought fast. “Uuuh, I changed the printer cartridge and got toner on myself.” Heather said “did you EAT the toner too ?” I replied “I must have touched my face afterwards. I’ll go get cleaned up.” And I disappeared around the corner heading to the restroom.

As soon as I got out of sight I heard Lieke say to Heather “I pretended like I didn’t notice. He’s so pathetic.” Heather just said “gross” in a tone that implied I will never, ever, get into her pants. And then the girls started talking about Lieke’s boots. As I walked away the last thing I heard was Heather asking “how do you keep your boots looking so good in this weather ?” And Lieke responded “I just had them cleaned . . .”
Oh fuck me.

LIFE LESSON – Dommes are ALWAYS the ones in control, not you.

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FOLLOW UP

Lieke told Heather that since she was moving, Lieke wouldn’t use all of her cleaning account at the cobbler. So she’d be happy to have Heather’s boots cleaned for free if she brought them to work.

Of course that meant that I had to do it. Lieke made me come over to her apartment one Sunday night and watched me while I licked 2 pairs of Heather’s boots. Since Heather wore them all the time they were totally filthy with winter grime and gunk. One burgundy colored pair, knee high leather with high heels. The other were black leather riding boots with flat heels.

Lieke ignored me for a while as I cleaned them, watching TV. But then she started to talk about how pathetic I was for licking Heather’s boots. Especially for a woman who didn’t even like me. And Lieke said how Heather stepped in slush & dirt without a thought wearing those boots and now I was licking it all off. And how disgusting I was and such a pervert. I found myself getting completely erect at Lieke’s constant talking down to me. She even made me suck on the high heels like I was giving a blow job. And Lieke told me to think of that every time I saw Heather wearing these boots in the future.

That’s when I realized the real key to being a great dominatrix is not so much the physical abuse (though that’s important too). It’s the deep psychological understanding of your clients and using that knowledge against them for their own joy & fulfillment. Like some sort of twisted psychotherapist.

The crème de la crème was Monday morning when Lieke turned on her speakerphone at work and made me listen when she gave the boots back to Heather. They were all clean & polished at that point. Heather was thrilled since both pair looked brand new. Lieke just said she told the guy to get the work done “lickety split”.

Lieke was something special . . .