Stories & Poems
Madam Raison D'etre in Rome - Part
2
Once at Francesco's car he's allowed to remove the sign from his mouth, he's
dribbled all over it:
"You're a pathetic slobbering specimen, now Madam has a little something for
you."
Madam reaches into her patent leather hang bag and pulls out a small black
leather collar, and a long black leather leash.
"Down on your knees bitch."
Francesco drops to his knees, mesmerized by the beautiful dominant woman
before him that he's been fantasizing about serving, like a well trained
submissive he cares more about obedience than his own suit. His collar is put on
tight, restrictively so, and is hidden from view by his shirt collar, the leash
is attached and tugged leading Madam's elegant leather gloved hand... The tip of
the crop comes to rest once again high on the inside of his thigh, his heart
beating fast, and his arousal showing.
"You're my submissive, my bitch, you have nothing to say that I am remotely
interested in. Your duty is to your Madam. And I can see quite clearly how much
you enjoy your submission; you'll need to give more than a mile per inch to
please your Mistress... Now get up my filthy bitch and put my luggage in the
boot."
The luggage is placed in the boot and a young couple walk past, fascinated by
this man's submission. Madam pulls tightly on the leash and lightly stings
Francesco's buttocks with her crop...
"Chop chop bitch, now on all fours, crawl to the passenger door and open it
for your Madam."
The submissive dog races to the door on all fours, paying no attention to the
hard tarmac. Madam smiles wickedly as she holds the lead firm, doggy in front
and at her beck and call, the door is opened and the doggy waits as she
elegantly steps in, one foot and then... and then she notices she has just
stepped out of a slight puddle with one heel.
"My little bitch, my heel is dirty, come here..." The lead is pulled tightly
and hard in toward the car as Madam's elegant nylon clad leg dangles from the
passenger seat. "Come on bitch, open wide and clean my heel... that's it, suck
the black shiny patent leather heel deep in your mouth"
Francesco grimaces at whatever it was Madam stood in didn't taste too nice,
but he tries not to show and the taste goes as he looks and adores Madam's shoes
and ankles... Madam pulls the leash and forces Francesco's mouth to take the
heel deep, just as she said she would in a favourite correspondence of his. He just
didn't expect it so soon...
"That's it, good little submissive, all clean... Now I'll detach your
leash and you shut the door and crawl around to your drivers seat."
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