Heel - returning to Her (1)

It received the message to its phone.

‘Heel’ 

It had prepared the room earlier, as discussed and agreed - Although with the odd surprise which it hoped would make Her smile.

It knocked on the door, She was standing there grinning. It had been a long way round and the boy was very very far from perfect, but perhaps this was proving to be the best way for them since Mistress genuinely didn’t have to compromise at all.

It closed the door behind it. Knelt with eyes down and was silent, hands clasped behind its back. It could see She had already tried on Her shoes, and clearly they were a success. She stepped purposefully around it. No words, a long held silence as She inspected. It could hear its breathing had quickened. It knew She could hear that too and was enjoying the immediate effect She had.

It had received the message two weeks ago. ‘London

. Suite. 2 nights. It’s grounded.’

It knew that meant Mistress was busy but needed some light relief and it was its role to soak up Her sexual tension. (Which let’s face it - was and always would be like being in the eye of a sensual storm). Since the new dynamic had come into play it had been much clearer. In public they were two friends, albeit it was attentive and ultra polite and deferential at times. She never needed to ask for anything, well beyond the raised eyebrow or grin.

In private, it was stripped back to the reality of Her sheer beautiful dominance while it scampered to keep up. She was working this week in Dublin. Tonight and tomorrow, late checkout on Saturday to allow for leisurely use. Grounded - meant it was going to be staying in the hotel. It was here to be part of the furnishings of Her room.

It was instructed to strip - as always at the start of use. It piled its clothes neatly. And knelt - ‘Begin’ it kissed Her shoes, heels, along the arch. Occasionally She playfully pinned its tongue to the floor as She looked down. Its permanent collar (a leather cord around its neck) was tightened as She ran Her fingers over it.

‘Coming on’ She smiled as She probed its developing biceps .. ‘who knew?! Look what Mistress is making’ She ran Her hands down its body. ‘Still more to do though eh?’ She grinned and raised an eyebrow.

‘Click’ Her fingers click, the first since arrival, and it assumed a position on all fours before Her to take its maintenance beating. Stroke after stroke with Her cane. It wincing but keeping quiet. When She was done She was clearly so happy. It was so in its place.

‘Take Me to dinner’ 

She smiled as if nothing had happened as it dressed. Checked it was well presented, took its arm and it opened the door to take Her to dinner amongst the vanilla crowd. Painfully aware as She toyed with Her phone that the buzz in its cock cage was likely just the first of the evening.

Having settled Mistress in Her seat it sat opposite, silent. She was browsing the menu - the waitress came over and turned to it asking if it wanted to order drinks. ‘He’s not allowed’ Mistress grinned, while under the table She settled the sharp heel of one shoe into its crotch. 

‘A gin and tonic with ice please, a double would be lovely, and an iced tap water please, thanks a million’ 

The waitress took the order, exchanged a glance with it - it cast its eyes down - and then left to get the drink.

Mistress looked through the menu, selecting, looking up periodically, digging Her heel in on occasion. 

The waitress returned with the drinks, Mistress indicating the tap water for it, and sipping the gin and tonic ‘lovely, thank you! I’m ready to order - one risotto please and can I have a small side plate?’ 

‘Is that all?’ The waitress checked 

‘Oh yes, he’s not that hungry so we will share’

The waitress nodded and walked away. Mistress tapped Her wrist indicating it could speak. Nobody was seated near them and the table was quite hidden in the corner. 

‘So, what has it been up to since last use?’

They chatted as they waited for the food to arrive, like any friends catching up (although She made it Her business to always know what it had been up to!)

The food arrived, Mistress began eating ‘oh this is LOVELY! It will enjoy this’

She ate slowly and deliberately, holding its gaze. Occasionally checking Her phone - resulting in a short sharp shock it had to ride out.

As She chewed She occasionally took a mouthful of food back out of Her own mouth and added it to the side plate next to Her. Once a few mouthfuls were collected She pushed the plate across to it. ‘There it is, enjoy’

They continued the meal this way. The same repeated for dessert. ‘I’m going to go and freshen up - I’ve got a busy night ahead’.

It helped Her - pulling out Her chair ‘it may get the bill, tip the waitress well and tell Her how much it enjoyed the food’ - She handed it Her Gold Card with its name on and walked away, fiddling with Her phone and raising an eyebrow as it was shocked again and again.