" Thank you. You're so kind."He took my hand and asked if I would like to dance. I wasn't ready for a dance; I just hated to see all the dirty dishes ...taring me in the face, and suggested that we clean up. I asked him if he had an apron.We had everything under control, and I was filling the sink to wash a few of the larger items, when John came by and placed his hand on my ass, "Nice." Umm, I like that," and I backed into what felt like a steel pole. I wiggled a little it, and made a few. ” He said “Give me a shout when you are ready.” He winked “Back to work then, don’t make me come up to your office and crack my whip!” I laughed and returned to my office sipping my water. Back at my desk I was finding it difficult to concentrate. I was thinking about Luke. His devilish grin and beautiful dark eyes, and of course it wasn’t long before I was thinking about what it would be like to fuck him. This is a regular thought of mine… and it’s always good! As I was thinking this an. She started shouting, nyne what r u doing, but i started kissing ion her face, neck lips, i didnt listen to her shouts, but i was getting more & more fast. i just came down & kissed on deep navel. She started saying, please nyne stop this, this is not right, i’m married. but i didnt listen. she satrterd pleading, pleaaaseee nnnnyyynnnnnneeeeeee, i’m maarrrried , i dont want to cheaaaat myyy hubbby. but when she was saying this, her hands were not protesting as before-. i sensed that i’m turning. About a month later we were sitting in my bedroom talking, suddenly she said to me "You know you always carry my bags?, Well that kind of makes you my slave, and slaves should lick their mistresses boots" I laughed at her, but she wasn't laughing, she looked straight at me and said "'I'm serious, lick my boots now". I had no idea what to do, why was she saying this, I didn't know what femdom was. "Lick my boots or we are finished" she ordered, so I slowly bent to one knee before eventually.