written by Anonymous author
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To start, a brief background: Elena is the boss in our 5 year marriage. We have a wonderful relationship but female domination is a strong part of it. I’m just an regular guy, 47 years old, twice divorced. I’m from a well-off family but still always worked hard and have provided well for my family, even with the divorces.
Elena, on the other hand is exceptional. 38 years old (most people guess her to be in her twenties) extremely beautiful and amazing. Spanish and Irish decent. College graduate. Athletic but feminine, curvy body she was a soccer player in school and still continued to eat clean and exercise into adulthood. Perfect tan skin, black hair, red lips and green eyes about 5’5″ with the best legs you’ve ever seen. Practicing law on a mostly part-time basis now, she had been extremely into her career which is likely why she had stayed single until we married.
Due to my marital history I am well aware of how things are and how easily she could replace me. So keeping her happy and making sure she knows how much I appreciate her is very important to me. This story happened on the day after Christmas a couple years ago.
Since being together we have always gone to her family’s gathering for dinner on the 26th of December.
The morning consisted of me making her breakfast in bed. That afternoon I was finishing up giving our house a good scrubbing (I do most of the housework) because of the festivities of the previous week(s). Elena had gone upstairs to get ready. I was wearing a worn out and torn pair of old light gray sweatpants (nothing underneath) and a stained up t shirt and bare feet. It had been weeks since i had been granted a release.
I was severely, desperately horny and pent up and my wife surely knew it. She on the other hand uses me regularly to her full satisfaction. I was down on my hands and knees dealing with a few stubborn areas on our still wet tile floor when i heard her coming down the steps. I already had a very uncomfortable hardon as I knew she would be looking good. I was certainly not disappointed.
I looked up and saw her looking down at me the way a cat looks at a wounded mouse. An alluring mixture of mischief, confidence and utter dominance glinted in her beautiful green eyes. Her Mediterranean skin and long, shiny raven hair made me swoon but then my eyes nearly bugged out of my skull when i saw she had a clingy, low-cut dark grey sweater, skin-tight shiny black leather-look leggings and classy but uber-sexy knee-high black leather boots with a chunky high heel and a slight platform with gold buckle on the ankle. She walked over to where the tile area started and said “Good boy, the house looks nice” (my member did an extra hard throb).
I looked up at her and said “Thank you honey. You look so beautiful. Wow”.
She obviously saw the desperation in my eyes, grinned and teased me further by responding “you like?” slowly spinning around pausing for a little wiggle while i was looking up at that deliciously firm, round ass only inches from my face. I felt even lower and more submissive which I wouldn’t have thought possible.
She turned back towards me and I said to her from my servile position “just be careful Beautiful the floor is damp I don’t want you to slip”. That’s when she decided to really grind any remnants of my ego beneath her sexy heels and said with a little snicker “you should lay on your back and I’ll just walk on you….. All…over you”.
My elbows buckled and my head lowered further my whole body trembled. She bent down a little and looked into my eyes and said “you would do that for me wouldn’t you my good husband-slave? Be a doormat for me so my boots stay nice and dry?”. She chuckled a sexy little laugh.
I couldn’t take it I involuntarily lowered my head all the way down and said “oh Honey please do you know what it does to me when you talk like that?” and kissed her boots. She lifted her foot and put her boot sole right on my cheek with her heel touching my lips, gave my face a little kick/shove to the side and started to walk past my prone body and said “I sure do”.
I rolled onto my back, water soaking into the few clothes i had on. She walked along side my body turned and stepped in between my shaking legs raised her booted foot and brought it down right on my achingly hard, leaky dick, her platform sole on the sensitive spot just below the head and her sharp heel digging into my overly swollen balls, leaned toward me a bit, increasing the pressure, looked into my eyes and said “now finish your chores and get dressed we have to go soon”. She looked down smiled and gave my helpless dick two little torturous twists of her boot, stepped off of me and strode into the living room leaving me a lovestruck, pining, mesmerized mess on the floor.
I then noticed a smudge of mud on the throbbing, moist tent in my pants and high heel footprints on the floor I had just scrubbed. I remembered that the last time she had worn those boots we had gone to a bar with a dirt parking lot. So I crawled along the floor she had just walked on and wiped up her tracks.
But i stopped at the last few and decided to do something as a tribute to her, to show myself just how subservient and enamored I truly am for her. It may sound crazy but I bowed my head down and licked up the last 4 or 5 dirty boot prints, even kissing the ground she had walked on. I then hand vacuumed the other tracks on the carpet area and went to prepare to go to dinner…..