So Saturday night arrived after a week of taunting and teasing from our sadistic friend who I had offered us both up to for the opportunity to paddle her the week before. We weren’t scared, just more apprehensive as to what she had up her sleeve. I had been asked on the Friday if I was any good at boot blacking – luckily I am! Polish in hand we arrived at the party to find that she hadn’t arrived yet and it would be her alter ego Major Orlov who would be coming in her place!
I half expected her to turn up in her awesome latex outfit which she had been showing me at the Chess game, but when the Major arrive she was in camouflage gear which she had had shipped over just in time for this! I was really nervous and trying not to think about what had been asked of me. It has been nearly 30 years since I had serviced anyone in this way. I just had a few wines and tried not to think about how I would react to boot blacking with someones feet actually in their boots. The Mistress who had trained me so very long ago had never allowed that privilege while we were together saying I was not yet worthy.
Our pup went and asked her to let us know when she was ready for me and to my surprise she said now. We went into the dungeon and waited I knelt at the bottom of the spanking bench for a few seconds and then decided that nerves were getting the better of me and went outside for a smoke as she passed me and went in and sat. She didn’t wait and called for me and as I knelt at her feet my heart began to pound.
My Lady knelt to the left of me holding a glass of wine for the Major and I began to brush on the polish working quickly and efficiently but not without a little panic! Leaving her first boot I began to slowly put the polish on the second boot, this time getting into my stride and working more slowly and painstakingly (my Lady was urging me silently to go quickly as she was not in a good position and couldn’t now move)
I worked slowly though, my mind going back to when I was still a child and I would polish all of my then Mistress’ shoes and boots, often several times in a row as they were not good enough. As I worked my top side fell away and when I had finished brushing and polishing I found I was a girl again and no longer my Lady’s Sir! Bang went my second week of being in charge! The Major had put one of her legs on my shoulder as I worked on the other boot and it had sent my control flying.
Boot blacking!
As the Major stood up and admired her boots and I began to pack my things away, I realised I had not waterproofed so offered that to her and she sat back down as I again worked away slowly and patiently my thoughts calming as I did so. Soon I had finished and was thanked for my excellent work. I couldn’t believe that I had slipped out of top mode so easily and my friends laughed at me losing a week and facing the prospect of now 3 weeks as my Lady’s girl.
We watched as our sadistic friend (now back as herself) had a rope play session with a friend of ours. I watched intently as she wrapped the rope not saying a word. As you may well know I love rope and even the sight of it does something to me. Afterwards I heard my Lady ask our friend if she had time, if she could do a suspension with me and before I knew where I was she was asking me to take my shirt off as it might tear with the rope.
As soon as the rope touched me I was gone. I had not really came back from the headspace that the boot blacking had made me fall into so very quickly and easily. Within a short time I was flying and not aware of anything going on around me. It felt amazing to play with rope after so many many years – I was young again and something let go inside. I was vaguely aware of her knife being dragged across parts of my body and for a split second of it being dragged across my throat I wondered if there was going to be blood. Somehow I didn’t care, anything could’ve been done to me and I would have just stayed in that space I was in. I wasn’t aware of being put back on the ground again and as the rope was taken off slowly I let go of everything that has been inside for so long. As the last piece dropped to the ground I burst into tears, sobbing.
My friend held me and my Lady came over and kissed me as I sobbed in her arms not able to stop the flood of release that was happening. The room was silent despite there being quite a few people in the dungeon. Eventually I stopped crying and I realised I felt amazing. My Lady took some amazing pictures and videos and I look totally out of it on every one! 
The only thing to come was my Lady’s punishment – I had gotten off lightly our friend thinking I had paid back for paddling her with my boot blacking (and the fact that I had lost a week!).
We had an amazing evening and had lots of laugh with the hostess afterwards not arriving home until nearly 3.45am exhausted and still laughing at the events of the night. I look forward to my Lady overcoming her fear of rope so that we can play together, but there is one thing for sure I will be doing her shoes and boots regularly as I had forgotten the feeling I get from such service.
I did try and post a video of part of the evening but am having no luck! 
For more WICKED WEDNESDAY 1st Birthday fun click the image below
] and of course the pawns hats which were pom poms! It was a hilarious evening that almost never happened due to only half of the pieces turning up! But in the end we decided to have a half game as we had enough pieces for that. I expect they chickened out as my sadistic friend who arranged the evening was one of the ones to be dishing out the funishment for those knocked off the board before the end of the game, as well as the losers!
) originally hails from Queensland and so it’s a place that she likes to visit although I have only had the pleasure twice including last weekend so far.
