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Subject: {ASSM} A Story - Her Masters Boots
Date: Fri,  6 Dec 2002 20:10:02 -0500
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Sometimes I have this dream. The basic story of the dream never really
changes. Sometimes there are slight variations, but the emotions and the
feelings stay constant. I have been having this dream, and a couple of
others, since I was a teenager. I can't say how or why this dream took shape
in my mind. As I fall into a deep sleep, my mind simply creates another
world and takes me there.

This dream always starts with me walking down the stairs of a fabulous
castle somewhere in Europe. I don't really know where the castle is or the
time period. I just know it is sometime in the past on an estate of vast
wealth. I am walking down the servants stairs because I am employed as a
house servant. I am dressed in a very smart clean uniform with a little
white hat. As I descend the stairs, I pass by a mirror. In the reflection I
clearly see a woman of about 30 years, with dark brown hair pulled back and
up behind her neck. In the reflection I see a naturally beautiful woman with
soft subtle white skin, plentiful breasts, deep green eyes, and a refined
face. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I am met by an older woman, who,
in anxious voice says, "He's back, "Carol, get over here quickly my dear,
the young master is back and he will be expecting you to be ready."

She inspects my clothing and checks me over to be sure I am perfect. "Now,
go over to the stable and be there when he gets off his horse."

In my dreams mind, I know I supposed to be over at the dressing house
attached to the large riding stable. Each day the heir to the estate, the
only son and prized youngest child of the master, would go for a pre dawn
horse back ride. The young master was a champion athlete and an avid horse
man. When he returned from his daily ride, it was my duty to meet him in the
dressing room with his breakfast. It was also my duty to retrieve his soiled
riding clothes and his prized riding boots. He loved his leather boots. In
my dreams mind, I know I have been doing this every day since the young
master was a boy. But he was no boy any more. He was only 20, but he was a
man. He stood over 6 feet and had the hard muscular frame of a powerful man.
He was more and more like his father. Each day, he became more sure of
himself, and more sure of his power. For some reason, I knew I wanted to
look pretty for him.

I gather up the breakfast tray and make my way over to the dressing room.
The grounds of the estate are large and the lawns and shrubs manicured to
perfection. As I walk, I begin to get a little anxious. I don't know why.

I arrive at the back door to the dressing room, and go in. The young master
has not yet put up his horse. As I lay out his breakfast on the large wooden
table in front of the huge glass window, I can hear him yelling orders to
the stable staff. His voice is powerful and it travels right through the
walls. Each time I heard him, I become a little more anxious. Just as I have
his breakfast laid out, the door bursts open and in he comes.

"Those idiots! They did not give my stallion a proper leg wrap. I have to
repeat the most simple orders to these creatures. I think I should finally
just dismiss the whole lot." He slams down his riding crop and gloves on the
table in frustration.

"What ever shall I do with these people," he asks.

He sits down in the large chair and raises his boot. This is the signal for
me to straddle his leg and help him off with his boots. He raises his leg so
it is all the way up in between my legs, and as his boot comes off, he
withdraws his foot slowly so as to rub me. When I took off the other boot,
he did it again, and it was no accident.

He moves over to oak table and sits down to his breakfast all the while
paying no attention to me or looking at me or speaking to me. In my dream, I
knew I was supposed to just stand there until he dismissed me. His
commanding presence and the rub of his leg against me, had make a little
aroused. I could feel my nipples starting to get hard, and I was worried
that I would get so hard he would be able to see the erect tips through my
blouse. As he is eating his eggs and toast he starts to look around the
room. He is not looking at me or even in my direction. Suddenly he turns his
head and focuses his hard blue eyes on me.

"Where are my dress boots?" he asks. 'I can not see them anywhere."

It is at that moment that a quick shock goes through me as I realize I was
supposed to have cleaned and polished his dress boots and brought them out
to him. He sees me look away and down to the ground as I have no
satisfactory reply for him.

"Carol, did you forget to polish my boots. You must know I am leaving to the
city straight away and I need those boots polished. I simply can not wear
these muddy things. Are my boots ready or not?"

I looked down at the floor and said, "No."

My answer and the way I had answered made him very angry.

"What did you say, No?, is that what you said?" He asked as he rose up from
the table.

My dreams mind remembers I was always to address him as master. Not doing
this made him very angry. So I tried to get it right this time.

"No, master." I said without looking up.

"And why is it my boots are not polished as they should be."

"I forgot, master."

He came over to me and put his hand on my chin and raised my face up so as
to force me to look into his eyes.

'This will not do," he said, "This will not do at all," he said as he
unbuckled his large leather belt.

"I am going to have to do something to help you remember your duties."

He backed way from me, and I raised up the palms of my hand so he could whip
them with his belt.

"I am afraid we are going to have to do a little better than that," he said.
"Get over her and bend down on the table."

I walked past him and bent down on my elbows on the wooden table. I was
trembling with fear and excitement. I did not know what was coming. My
dreams mind would not tell me what to expect.

After I am bent over, I hear him open a door to a closet and get something
out. He walks back over to where I am standing and tells me to keep my head
down and to put my knees together. I do as he says. He goes down to his
knees behind me and ties my ankles together with a long piece of leather. He
ties me so tight, I can not move my feet at all. He then stands up and tells
me to pull my dress up.

"Quickly!," he demands.

So I use both my hands to pull up my dress. He then gets the dress the way
he wants it, pushed all the way up my back . He then rubs my ass with his
strong hand. His touch sends a wave of excitement through me. My nipples are
hard and I am getting very excited. I start to breathe a little fast.

He pulls the old fashion underwear I am wearing down to reveal my naked
butt. He rubs my ass again and runs his finger between my cheeks stopping on
my ass and keeping his finger there.

"You are going to be punished." He said. "You best be good an accept your
whipping. Any squirming or twisting will only make it worse."

"Yes master," I said meekly as I felt him take his finger off me ass but not
before one last little twist.

Just as the words came out of my mouth, the first blow of the belt hit me.
He had landed the belt just below my ass, right at the top of my legs. Oh,
how that stung. He then started whipping me in a rhythmic manner, up and
down my ass. Each blow was powerful, but not so hard as to make me cry out.
Just hard enough to sting and to make me quiver a bit. Somehow I knew he
could hit me so much harder if he really wanted to. After about each five
licks or so he would pause to rub my butt all over with his hand. Sometimes,
he would extend his reach around to my front and give me a quick touch where
he knew women liked it. Then he would go back to whipping me, all the while
never saying a word.

After about twenty lashes, I was starting to have a hard not time not
jumping as I anticipated the next lash. He stopped and made me stand up and
turn around. As I did, my dress started to all fall back down, but I grabbed
it quickly and held it back up so as to espouse my naked thighs. He stood
back and looked at me for a minute. He seemed to enjoy seeing me standing
there with my feet tied and my underwear pulled down with my dress raised.

He walked back over to the closet and took out one of his riding crops. He
came back over to me and stood off to my right side. He rubbed my thighs
with his hands for a minute.

"Keep you dress up," he said.

He raises up the riding crop and brought it back down flush against my naked
legs. That really stung. I wanted to try and cross my legs, to try and give
my self some protection, but my ankles were tied so tight I could not do it.
Up and down his hand went as he whipped my legs. Each few stokes, he would
stop and rub me, each time touching my sensitive places longer and more
often. My ass was burning from the belt and now my legs were stinging from
the crop. The whip and his touching me were starting to drive me to a
frenzy. After a few more stokes, he stopped and went back over to the
closet. This time he brought out another piece of leather and told me to
turn around and put my hands behind my back. As I did, the dress slipped
back down, but he did not seem to mind. He tied my hand firmly behind my
back so tight I could not escape. He then made my turn back around. He
unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my plumb breasts out. When he saw my nipples
were hard as nailed, he bent over and bit each one.

"Stand still," he instructed.

"Yes, master," I obediently replied.

He picked up the riding crop and stared to whip my breasts. Not as hard as
my legs and nowhere near as hard as he had whipped my butt. Just hard enough
to sting and to make me submit to his will. Every few strokes, he would stop
and feel my breasts and pinch my nipples. Sometimes he would pull then quite
hard. He started to use one hand to whip me and one had to touch me. As he
whipped me, my knees would start to bend. When they did, he would slap my
thighs and tell me to stand up straight. He was driving me insane.

Just when I didn't think I could take it any more, he stopped and told me to
turn back around. He untied my hands, and as he did, I quickly raised my
dress back up so as to expose myself to him.

He told me to bend back over the table again. I did as he said and I thought
he was going to go back to work on my ass. I was wrong. He pulled down his
pants. He slapped me really hard about five times with his bare hand, with
the last slap making me cry out. Just as I caught my breathe, he penetrated
me. He was really big and he went in all the way. I could not help but make
a loud sigh as he went back and forth in me. Once in a while, he would take
himself out and slap me a few times, then come back in. He used his free
hand to touch me. He pulled the white cap off head and unbraided my hair. He
unbraided my whole body. As he slowly worked me and touched me I could feel
all the places he had whipped me, my butt, my thighs, and my breasts. My
nipples were still stinging from his bite and the pinching.

He kept on an on until I was ready to explode. I was not sure if I was
allowed to come, if that would mean more punishment. Maybe I should ask
permission to come. My head was spinning and I did not know what to do. I
tried to hold it back, but the feeling were to powerful and he forced it out
of me. I finally released with a loud sigh that was almost a little scream.
I was panting and gasping and moaning. He pushed all the way inside me and
then stopped and waited for me to settle back down. After I stopped shaking,
he removed himself from me and made me sit down in a chair. He them used his
thumb to open my mouth and I knew what I was supposed to do. He moved in and
out of my mouth for a good long time before I could feel him starting to get
tense. He tightened up and put his hand behind my head and guided me at the
pace he wanted. Finally, he let out a loud sign and spilled inside my lips.
It was thick and hot and there was a great deal of it. I knew I had to
swallow it and not miss a drop. He kept himself in me long enough for me to
squeeze all there was out of him.

When he withdrew and backed up, I looked at his face for the first time. His
cheeks were all red and his face was flush. He slowly pulled up his pants
and put his belt back on. He then tied my hand back together and went back
to finish his breakfast. I had to sit in the chair with my breasts exposed
while he ate. When he was finally done, he looked over at me and smiled.

"Excellent breakfast," he said.

He stood up and walked over to me and untied my hands. Before I could put my
breasts back up, he took one last bite of each. I pulled up my drawers and
fixed up my blouse and tried to get hair back together. He watched me
without saying anything.

"I guess I can just wear these into the city," he said as he put his morning
boots back on.

"You may go now, but do please try and remember you duties," he said.

"Yes master," I said as I gathered up the breakfast tray and walked back to
the main house.

When I came back in, I notice that almost 2 hours had pasted since I had
left. The old lady that had sent me off was waiting. She came over and
looked at me.

"He fancies you, Carol. He always has. Good thing to. Lord knows he would
have fired some of us years ago but for you. Your are really special to him.
Look at you. My what a mess he made of you this morning. Best get upstairs
and clean yourself up. You know he will be looking for you again after
dinner."

As I walk back up the stairs, I pass by the same mirror as before. This time
the reflection is of myself. My hair is all messed up, my face is all red,
and it is me standing there still feeling the whipping and with his taste
still on my tongue. At this point, I always wake up. I have to reach over to
my husband, and give a few little hand strokes to wake him up. He likes
that.

"Been dreaming again," he asks as he gets on top of me.

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