My pride? Hey, forget it. I had more important things in mind.

But I wasn't about to let Jennifer treat me as Lilah had done. I mean, it's one thing if your boss ties you up and whips your ass for her amusement. I mean, she's your boss. But I'd be damned if I was going to let my boss' secretary treat me that way. It was a status thing. I outranked Jennifer. If anything, I should tie her ass up and pay her back for what Lilah'd done to me.

Still, I didn't want to lose this fuck. I was aware that Jennifer hadn't experienced the same mind-melting release that Lilah and I had. Her orgasm had been kind of second-hand, so I figured that she was still horny and hot for relief. And the way she looked, and looked at me, told me that the flames were still eating at her. My problem was how to give her what she wanted (control) while getting what I wanted (a good dickful of Jennifer) and at the same time not coming off looking like her puppy.

"Okay, Jennifer." I said. "So you want control. Nice. I appreciate that. But I'm not going to let you make a toy out of me. You're not Lilah. You're Lilah's secretary."

A look of disgust crossed her face, and I could see the fury building in her eyes.

"But I can see where you're coming from." I added hastily. "And I think we can work this out."

She sneered. "Is that right?" she asked. "How?"

"You can be the boss." I said. "I'll let you tell me what to do, you call all the shots. All you have to do is wear the cuffs."

I expected her to protest, or sneer again, but instead she looked at me. Her leg, encased in the tight leather boot, began to swing slightly as she thought this over, the slightest smile on her full lips.

"The cuffs?" she sniffed. "I don't think so. How do I know you'd keep your word?"

"Are you afraid of the cuffs?" I asked her.

"Don't be silly." she huffed. "With Lilah, I live in them. I just don't know if I can trust you is all."

I scootched down the desk until I could get my feet on the floor and stand up. I kept the desk between myself and Jennifer so she wouldn't see how hard I was.

"Look, Jennifer," I said, "I'm going to be working with you and Lilah for a long time. At least I hope so. I want us all to get along. I want to get along with you. I want to give you what you want. What Lilah said, about your cleaning me off, hell, forget it. But if I'm any judge I'd say you're still dying to get off, and I am too. So why don't we just cut the crap and give each other what we want? There's no reason we can't both get off. And isn't that what matters?"

"I don't know." she said. "Is it?" She thought about this. I was getting impatient. Those big jugs were staring at me like two eyes as she thought.

"Okay." I said. "Tell me what you want to do."

"What?"

"Just tell me what you want me to do." I said. "I'll give you a demonstration in good faith. What do you want me to do? Kiss you? Eat you out? Lick your ass? Just tell me. Try me out."

For the first time Jennifer smiled, an amused and slightly embarrassed smile. "No." she said.

"Come on. Control me, tell me what to do. Your wish is my fucking command. Just say what you want. I'm your dog." I asked. "Should I crawl over there and lick your boots?"

"Don't be sick." she said.

"Then what? What? Just tell me."

She looked at me to see if I was serious. Then she said with only the slightest sneer, "Okay. Yeah. Crawl over here and lick my boots. Let me see you lick my boots. On your knees."

Without hesitating I got down on the carpet on my hands and knees and crawled over to Jennifer like a dog. She giggled self-consciously as I did, but she stopped when I actually began to lick the toe of her shiny black leather boot, running my tongue from the toe up over her instep to her ankle.

She got very quiet as I continued to kiss and lick the black leather boot, and on the occasions I flicked my eyes up to see how she was talking it I saw her staring at me intently with more than curiosity in her blue-gray eyes.

I licked my way up to the top of the boot, just below her knee, then back down. I crawled around so I could get to the back of her leg, and felt her jump as I softly bit at her calf. She sucked her breath in with a sharp hiss. Something was getting to her.

The boot tasted like leather and polish; it was very clean. I'm sure Jennifer wore them only for sex. They were too tight and the heels were too high for them to be worn on the street. They weren't patent leather, but they were highly polished, and the one boot was soon gleaming with the trail of my saliva. Knowing that Jennifer's sensitive flesh was a fraction on an inch from my tongue kept me going, and the little twitches I felt when I bit at her in a sensitive spot were getting me very hard.

After awhile I stopped, but remained on my hands and knees. I looked up at her face and was happy with what I saw. Her eyes were half closed, nostrils flared somewhat. Without a word she uncrossed her legs and presented me with the other boot.

"Now this one." she whispered.

I sat back on my heels. "Wait a minute." I said. "That was a free sample. A try out. You know what I said."

She sighed impatiently, reluctant to break the sensual spell. "Do you really have to?"

"That was the deal, Jennifer."

She didn't say anything.

I got up and got the cuffs off the floor, where Jen had dropped them after taking them off me earlier. The key was still in them.

It was impossible to hide my stiff cock, so I didn't try. I liked the look on her face when she stared at it. Women always take a certain pride in the size of the erection they cause, and Jen was looking proud.

I walked over to her and she offered her hands to me, wrists together.

"Un-unh." I said. "Behind the back."

She looked like she was going to protest, and her eyes searched mine in a sudden seizure of doubt. But then she slid forward in the chair and half-turning, put her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. I saw by the way she presented her hands that she was familiar with the routine. No doubt Lilah had used them on her many times before.

I slid the cuffs around her wrists and locked them in place.

"So help me God, if you fuck around with me."

I smiled. Having locked her wrists behind her back, I immediately got down on all fours again, lay my face against the carpet and began licking at her other boot, kissing it, sweeping it with broad licks of my tongue, showing her she had nothing to fear.

Jennifer slumped back in the chair, her imprisoned wrists forcing her tits out invitingly. She slid down until her ass was at the very edge of the chair. She lifted her boot higher, holding it straight out in front of her, offering it to me.

I held her boot in front of my face as if it were a rare and delicate piece of art, I licked along the length, tasting it, kissing it, dragging my lips along it, doing the best I could to be her obedient puppy, giving her what she wanted.

I suppose there might be a some thrill to seeing someone lick your boot, but I'll be the first to admit I don't quite get it. I mean, I don't think I'd be so aroused if the boot were on the other foot, so to speak, and if it was Jennifer kneeling at my feet and licking my footwear. I could think of a lot better things she could do with her tongue than give me a spit shine. But it was having some effect on her. She was just hypnotized watching me, eyes half closed, lips slack, her breath coming hot and deepand making her heavy tits rise and fall faster and faster.

"Do the heel" she said. Her voice was low and thick.

I was playing my part by instinct, groveling at Jennifer's feet, licking her boots, but all the time I was dying to get my mouth on her honey pot and drive my tongue into her where she'd feel it most. I wanted to hear her moan as her sweet love juice ran over my cheeks and down my throat. I wanted her to beg when I fucked my tongue up into her and softly sucked that slick clit between my hungry lips. I wanted to hear her gasp as I held those trembling ass cheeks apart with my hands while I wormed my honey dipper up into her butt hole as far as I could, I wanted to eat her up and swallow her down, pure peaches and cream, butter and honey.