Mistress Ani’s new boots…

NOTICE: The subject of this post is of an erotic, fetishistic, and romantic nature. If you are not legally allowed to read such material, and / or if such readings offend you, I suggest you leave right now.

Mistress Ani went out shopping last Saturday, leaving Her armless slutbot at home to brainwash itself into deeper and deeper submission and lustful desire for Her while She was away. It was late in the evening when She finally returned. She unlocked the door and walked in – slowly, confidently, the percussive sound of Her heels on the exotic wood parquet echoing above the buzz of the three vibrators that tease Her fucktoy 24/7 and gradually make its intellect fade into lust and base desire.

With one press of Her middle finger on the control panel on the wall, the brainwashing / hypnotraining pedestal interrupted its programme, allowed the slutbot to return to the real world, and freed it from its bonds. “Come to Me, My doll,” she called, and it obeyed. Tip-toeing on its thigh-high ballet boots, it approached Her and, as befits the love that connects the gorgeous Mistress and the femininely-shaped erotic appliance that once was Her closest friend and now Her property, it happily knelt before Her. Mistress was utterly resplendent in Her skintight, shiny white latex catsuit that covered Her from the neck down; around Her neck, She proudly wore a white latex collar with the word “SLUT” in dark metal letters, showing off Her self-confidence in Her sexuality. Her lustrous, long black hair, with a high and long pony tail and bangs in the front, made Her look even more like a Goddess. Still, there was something new about Her appearance: Her new boots. White; shiny; thigh-high; with a 6″ platform and 11″ heel that made Her tower above everyone around Her.

She smirked at Her shiny toy. With Her white-tipped riding crop in Her right hand, and with the index finger of Her left hand, She pointed at Her boots.

“Do you like My boots? Well, they won’t lick themselves, you know,” She spoke in a sultry voice that made Her half-human, half-machine doll’s heart melt. The fucktoy knew what it ought to do – no, what it needed to do: it lowered its torso to the floor, its round, rubberised oral pleasure device that had replaced its mouth gently touching the tip of its Mistress’ boot, and blissfully began to worship its Mistress’ boots.

Mistress smiled lovingly, yet more than a tad smugly. “You’re such a sweet, loving toy, My doll…” She said softly as Her glossy, jet black erotic device brought itself to ecstasy by licking Her new boots…

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