My first day at the new office seemed to go well and my new colleagues were great, very friendly. Everything was going great until she came into my office. She was tall a tall blue-eyed blonde. She dressed much like all the other corporate drones, but there was something about her that spoke of a deep power. She  spoke to me as though I was shit.  Barely concealing her contempt she just dropped the file she was carrying on my desk and walked out. At first I was annoyed by her attitude but slowly I began to be aroused by it.

She worked in a different department than me so we didn't have much contact but I found myself going over to her side of the building hoping to have a chance to meet her, or even just to see her again. I never seemed to meet her and after awhile I just gave up feeling totally frustrated.

Then a few days later my phone rang and when I answered it I realized it was her. All she said was "I have more paperwork for you so come and collect it." That's it just come and fetch, I was stunned and angry but I still found myself rushing to her office like a dog coming to heel.

I knocked on her door and entered when she said come. All the way over to her office I worked out what I was going to say about being summoned  to her office. But as I entered her office she didn't give me a chance all she did was point to the file that lay on hers desk without even look up. I picked up the file and turned to leave, as I reached the door she said " I have a spare ticket to a concert on Saturday if you would like to come."  I could not understand why but my heart began to race. " That would be great, What's your name by the way?" I said turning around. She held up a piece of paper and said, "My name is Jennifer and this is my address.  Meet me there at seven o'clock". That's all she said.  I took the note from her hand and left.

Saturday was two days away but it felt like a year. All I could think about was seeing Jennifer again. Finally it arrived and I made my way to the address on the note. I knew where it was as I had gone out the night before to find it so I wouldn't be late.  I reached the door at exactly seven o'clock.  I rang the bell and waited, but no one answered. I began to panic and hundreds of questions ran through my mind. Was it all a joke, was she already at the concert having a laugh with her friend about me. I felt totally deflated. I wasn't going to see her after all. Just as I was about to leave the door opened.

She motioned me to enter without a word of apology for keeping me waiting I just mumbled thanks and entered.  She looked great.  Her hair, usually pulled back for work, cascaded over her shoulders. She was wearing a fluffy cowl-necked sweater and tight jeans. I noticed she was barefoot. She led me into the living room were she sat down, I just stood there looking around not sure where I should sit. Her apartment was great, perfect in fact and it must of cost a fortune. I finally decided to sit on a small stool across the room from her. She just sat there sipping her beer. When she finished she said "get me another beer from the fridge in the kitchen and you can have one yourself". I stood and went into the kitchen I never occurred to me that I was the guest,  I just obeyed. I returned with two beers. I  handed her one I then sat down on the stool again. Awkward (for me at least) silence followed until  I asked, "who are we going to see." She didn't say a word, just continued staring at me.  I could not hold eye contact with her and after a few seconds I looked down and continued to sit in silence.

All of a sudden she said, "we should go, fetch me my boots". At first I thought I'd heard wrong so I said "what?". She replied in the cool measured tone you'd use with a slow child, "we had better go now, so get over there and fetch my boots boy and don't question me again."  I still don't know what made me obey her but what I did next changed my life. I stood up and walked over to her boots.  They were a pair of wine-colored  pull-ons that reached well above her knees.  They had a solid wooden heel about 4 inches high. They appeared to be very expensive, fashionable boots.  I carried them over to her and laid them down by her feet.

She didn't move, she just sat there sipping the last of her beer. "Well what are you waiting for put them on for me." Once I had started to obey her, each subsequent command seemed the right thing to do. All I  wanted to do was please this woman. So I knelt down at her feet and picked up one of her boots. Next I took hold of one of her legs and folded over the cuff of her jeans and slid the long shaft of her boot up her leg.  Once I had slipped her foot into place, I smoothed and adjusted the shafts.  I then did the same with the next boot.

She still sat there inspecting my work. "There is some dirt on the edge of this boot," she said as she held it up for me to inspect. "Clean it off." As I was still kneeling at her feet, I wet my fingers and went to rub the side of her sole. Before I could touch it she moved the boot away from me. "No with your tongue." This seemed to bring me to my senses because be for I knew it I said "the fuck I will". This turned out to be a bad move for the next thing I was kicked across the room. She had kicked me square in the middle of my chest and it knocked the air out me.  The speed of her attack startled me. She jumped from her chair, and I heard the unmistakable clomping of her boots on the hardwood floor.

I had rolled into a ball on the floor but every time I moved to defend myself her boot landed on me from a different direction. If I tried to get up off the floor she'd kick my arm out from under me. If I tried to grasp one of her boots, I was rewarded with a heel smashed down on to my hand.

I pleaded with her to stop but she just started to laugh and continued. As suddenly as it started she stopped. She must have been kicking me for ten minutes but she was not even out of breath. 

She just stood there for a few minutes looking down at me before saying " Now what are you going to clean the dirt off my boot with." 

" My tongue Ma'am " I responded. My calling her Ma'am seemed to please her. 

"And are you going to disobey me again". 

"No ma'am"

"Louder I can't hear you." 

"NO ma'am" I shouted.

"Good, now hurry up and clean it off I don't want to miss the show". I had forgotten about the concert.  I couldn't think that far ahead all I could see were her boots.  So I crawled over to them and began to lick the dirt off the side. When I finished cleaning them I said. "Finished ma'am." "Good now go and fetch my jacket from over there". I had learnt my lesson so I jumped up and rushed across the room bring it back and helping her into it. Without a word to me she walked out of the house with me following.

Once on the street she pressed down on hers key fob turning off the alarm on her car and releasing the central locking. This was the first time I'd seen her car. It was a black, top of the line Mercedes with full leather trim, alloy wheels, the whole package. She stopped by the driver's door so I rushed around to open it for her. She got in and I went to the passenger side and got in. 

The rest of the night was uneventful. The headline act was a new pop sensation. I had never heard of her, but I'd always hated that kind of "music."  Jennifer was enthusiastic, and I thought it best not to disagree.  I sat in my seat and catalogued my new bruises. As we were leaving  she said "Be at my flat tomorrow at noon." 

Again she didn't speak, just led me into the living room. On the TV a video was playing. It was a film of me licking her boots the day before. The camera had been set up so you couldn't see her face, but it was clearly me, sprawled on the floor licking her boots. As the new guy in the office, I knew this tape would ruin me. 

"You're not going to show that to anyone," I said. 

"That depends on you. If you keep being a good servant and obeying orders, I might not. It's up to me isn't it."

"Yes ma'am. You know I'll do what ever you say.  Didn't I prove that yesterday?"

 "Not to my satisfaction now kneel." I knelt down onto the wooden floor Jennifer's apartment and awaited further instruction.

"Take your shirt off" she said next. I obeyed at once though I felt uncomfortable kneeling half naked in front of this woman. 

"Now I want you to crawl over here and collect my car keys. Then you will crawl into the kitchen and collect the bucket and cloths. You will fill the bucket with water and crawl back in here with the bucket in your teeth". 

I lowered myself onto my hands and knees and crawled over to her. As I reached her, she dropped the keys onto the floor and put one booted foot on top of them.  I knew what she wanted me to do so I lowered my face to her boots and began to kiss them. 

"Please ma'am may I have your keys so I can collect the bucket ma'am". I punctuated each word with a kiss. The taste of leather was overpowering but she just laughed and said, "You mean please my  MISTRESS can I have your keys." 

"Sorry Please my MISTRESS can I have the keys to your car.  Please I beg you". Again after every word I planted a kiss onto her booted foot. At last she lifted her foot so I collected the keys and with my shirt in one hand the keys in the other I crawled into the kitchen.

I filled the bucket with hot water gathered the other cloths, detergent and polish and gripping the handle of the bucket in my teeth I crawled back into the living room. She watched me kneeling there on all fours with the bucket in my mouth for what seemed like ages finally saying. "Good boy now crawl outside and wash my car and when you come to apply the polish use your shirt". Since I could not respond I slowly turned around making sure I did not spill any water and crawled out towards the door. "When you have finished polishing crawl back in here and report to me boy." Again I could not reply so I continued crawling away.

Once outside I started to wash the car. I had not noticed before how hot it was with the sun beating down on me. Being fair skinned I began to burn almost at once. Every time I finished one bucket I would have to crawl back through the house with the bucket in my mouth. Jennifer found this amusing and laughed each time I passed her. I finally got the car clean and picked up my shirt. I had bought only recently and this was the first time I had worn it. So I began to apply the polish waited for it to dry and then buffed it off. By the time I had finished the whole of the top of my body was badly sun burnt, but the pain was just starting.

I crawled back to Jennifer to report my work.

"Mistress I have finished cleaning your car". She stood up and started to walk to outside. I rose up to follow, but as I was raising up, she sharply kicked me behind my calf. I quickly buckled and fell to the floor.  

"Idiot," she said with a laugh, "you are never to stand in my presence."

On my knees I followed her outside. She looked all around the car and at first I thought she was satisfied. But as she came back round behind me she raised up one booted foot and planted it on my sun-burned back. Her sole still held grit from her driveway. She twisted her ankle and ground the grit into my shoulder. A sharp pain shot through my body and it was all I could do not to yell out.

"Is this what you call finished I'd make you do it again but I have no time you will come back every Sunday and clean it until you reach my standards is that clear." 

"Yes Mistress I'm sorry Mistress," was all I could say. All the while hoping she would not hit me again 

"Now you can try and make it up by the job you do on the inside". She walked around to the driver's side and waited for me to open the door. " First you will lick clean the seat where my arse sits then you will lick the pedals clean, then you will polish all the seats and finally vacuum it out. Again once you have finished report to me". She the left me to get on with my task. First I kneeled down onto the roadside and began to lick the drivers seat; I gave it a good licking, as I didn't want to incur Jennifer's anger again.

When I had licked it all over I shined it with polish and moved onto the pedals.

I didn't know what the rest of the people on the street must have thought about someone groveling on the floor licking clean her car pedals and I didn't care.  All I wanted was to do a good job. I licked each pedal in turn cleaning any mud off them I could find. Once I'd given them a good cleaning I moved onto the rest of the car.

I took me an hour to get the car up to the standard I thought would satisfy her. When I could do no more I crawled back into the house to report my work. She didn't even go outside to inspect my work. 

All she said was "Good, now your next task is over there". She pointed to a white sheet laid out on the floor across from her. "Now crawl over there and kneel on the sheet behind my boots". I obeyed at once and waited for her order. In front of me were laid out a number of pairs of boots.  There were high-heeled thighboots that were barely smudged and there was a pair of knee-high lace-up loggers with lugged soles that were heavy with mud.  There was a pair of thigh high riding boots that stunk of the stable. "Now you will first lick the dirt off each pair then using your fingers apply the polish to each one then you can shine them with that rag you've got." She was pointing at my new shirt.

"I expect my boots to be spit-shined until they gleam do you understand boy. I am now going riding so when I get back I expect you to be finished understood."

"Yes MISTRESS". With that she picked up her bag and left me to my work.

I knelt there for a moment doing nothing just thinking how I had got into this position.

Then I remembered the videotape she had been watching and realized she was probably  filming me now. I knew that if I failed to follow her directions, her reaction would be swift and savage. So I picked up the first of the boots, a "sensible" pair she wore for work and began to lick the sole clean. Once the sole was clean I moved onto the uppers tasting the leather and dirt. I could also smell the odour of sweat from inside. 

I finally reached the loggers, whose soles were covered in dried mud.  I had to use my teeth to scrape it off. Most went into my mouth but some fell onto the sheet so I had to lick it up.  When they were all clean I started to spit polish hers boots again and continued improving the shine on each one until Jennifer returned.

When she got back she was not alone she came in with another leather clad woman. They both ignored me taking to each other in low tones.  I didn't understand what was said but they were both laughing and occasionally looking over at me as I knelt on the sheet spit shining Jennifer's boots. I looked up from my work every now and then and realized I recognized the other woman. She was Katie Kinkade who was the singer we had seen the other night. 

Finally Jennifer said "Boy fetch us some drinks". I crawled out of the room and as I left I could hear Katie laugh and say something to Jennifer. "

It's ok Katie" Jennifer said. "You can tell me what you think of the scum, he wont mind, will you boy." 

"No ma'am" I said. Which again set Katie off laughing.

When I had returned on my knees with the drinks I crawled back over to the sheet and continued my work on Jennifer's boots. 

I worked for a while longer until I heard Jennifer say, "Right Katie should we inspect my slaves work".

"Fine with me" Katie said. 

"Right boy bring my first pair of boots over here and report your work, " Jennifer barked.  So I crawled over to where she sat and held up her boots. 

" Ma'am, please inspect how I have shined your boots." She made me turn the to every angle until she was satisfied. 

"Now crawl over and show them to Katie". So I crawled over and did the same to her. " Not a bad shine there boy." 

"Yes" said Jennifer " I find that some men are experts at licking and shining women's boots.  It's the respect they have for us, isn't that right boy." 

"Yes Mistress" was all I said. 

"Good that's settled then and to show you what a good boy he is he'll now beg to lick your boots clean, won't you boy." 

I turned to Katie and said "please Mistress Katie allow me to lick the dirt from your boots.  Please it would be a great honour for me." 

"Ok then go ahead but you had better do a good job."  And with that I lowered my face to her dirty boots began to lick. I started with the soles and worked my way all over the buckled shafts.  As I worked Katie and Jennifer continued to laugh and chat  totally ignoring me. When I had cleaned both boots completely I said, " your boots are now clean Mistress Katie". 

She continued talking to Jennifer as she inspected my work. Finally saying "not bad for a first effort but I will demand a better job on my boots this Friday." 

 It was four o'clock when Jennifer said she was done with me for the day. 

"Yes mistress thank you, " I said as I crawled towards the door when she said "aren't you going to put your shirt back on?" I pulled my shirt on and fastened it up. Of course, it was now covered with car and boot polish and looked a mess. She stood looking at me kneeling on the floor looking like a mobile boot rag and laughed saying "You miserable shit boy be here at seven on Friday night and wear that shirt and don't clean it. I want to give my friends a good laugh". 

I said, "yes Mistress" and crawled out the door and left.

All the way home everyone I passed looked at me and laughed.  By the time I arrived home I felt totally humiliated. I swore to myself that I would not return to her flat no matter what and that if she started any trouble at work I'd just leave and return to England.

I did not see Jennifer at all that week at work mostly because I tried my best to avoid her. No one seemed to treat me any different so I guessed she hadn't told any one what I had done or shown them the video. As the week passed I began to think it was a one-off and that if I just kept out of her way I'd be all right.

When I turned on my computer Friday morning my illusions were shattered because when I opened my mail there was a message from Jennifer.

Just in case you forgot seven tonight at my flat. Oh and if you were thinking of not being there I've attached a few reason you should be.

Until later shit-bag,.