Boot Licking Master's Motorcycle Boots

Every time I drive my car by the intersection where it all happened, I remember the night I met Master Taranus. I was driving my car home from a bar, where I had had a few drinks. I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't sober. I made a turn, and as I did that, drove into a large muddy puddle. In the opposite lane of the oncoming traffic, sat Master Taranus on a large black motorcycle. He too was out for the evening, probably at an S&M event. As I hit the mud puddle, I splashed mud all over Taranus’ boots and motorcycle. I pulled over to the side of the road and ran over to him. I didn't know what to say. He glared at me, but didn't say anything. I felt the anger pouring out of his eyes, like daggers.

"I'm…I'm sorry!" I stammered.

He continued staring at me, not blinking his eyes.

"Can I make it up to you? Can I pay to have your boots and motorcycle cleaned?" I asked.

"My bike will be cleaned by my slave boy." He said in a controlled voice.

"But what about your boots?" I asked.

"Follow me."

And with that he spun around and drove his motorcycle away. I followed him as he rode in front of me. His black, leather thigh high chap boots had mud on them, that were now starting to dry.

I followed my dark traveller of the night to a garage for motorcycles. A boy was there waiting on his knees. He spoke to him, after he kissed his boots. He walked out of the garage and closed the door behind him. He walked over to me and motioned that I follow him inside a different door. I followed him inside a dark room with black walls. The only piece of furniture was a leather chesterfield style chair. He removed his leather motorcycle jacket, but left on his scarf. He wore blue jeans. Then, he sat on the leather chair. His eyes gazed into mine. I looked back at him.

He pointed to his boots.

"You splashed mud on my boots. You will clean it off," he commanded.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"My name is Taranus," he answered.

Taranus. Who is this man who has such control over people? Like he has control over me now?

"What do I use to clean your boots?" I asked.

I looked around and saw the room was empty except for the chair he sat on. All I had was what I had on me. I watched his hand reach for my head. He placed his hand on my head and pushed my face down to his boots.

"You may use your tongue," he said. I knew he meant what he said.

I began to feel rather humiliated by the idea of licking Taranus’ boots clean. At the same time, I was becoming very captivated under this man's spell.

I asked him, "Are you a Master?"

"Yes, I am. I am Master Taranus from Australia," he replied.

I quickly dropped to my knees and licked mud until my mouth was full. I wanted to spit it out. After this, I began to tongue clean his boots. I cleaned the heel, the toe, the entire top of the boots, and finally the sole. After the first boot was cleaned, I cleaned the second one, the same way. Then, I took off my shirt and began to polish his boots until the leather sparkled in the light. He inspected his boots to see if any mud was still stuck on them. Seeing none, he told me to go.

I got back into my car, feeling horny an humiliated. I could still taste the mud in my mouth. Master Taranus’ mud. My penis grew at the thought of it. I closed my eyes and pictured him in my mind. I can remember his face exactly. His pale, smooth skin. His flashing green eyes. His wavy ash coloured hair. My hand found it's way to my penis. Only a few short strokes was all I needed to release the tension I was holding back. I quickly wiped my hands on my dirty shirt. I gave one final look at the garage with Master Taranus inside.

I hope I see you again, Master Taranus.