gusset
11-11-2002, 2:21 PM
Today, oh what a day. Miss H used me as a doormat to wipe her boots on and I cum on the spot.
We had both been out in the garden this afternoon, tidying up for the winter and that. It’s been raining fairly frequently of late, so was very muddy.
When we had finished, I’d gone in first, leaving my muddy gardening shoes out in the back porch, to make Her a hot drink. I stood waiting for the kettle to boil, when the back door opened and She strode into the kitchen. Her boots were still on and were very muddy She looked at me, “Well!” she said.
“Yes Miss H?”
“My boots gusset, can’t you see? They are dirty and need cleaning.” I looked down at Her riding boots, they were smeared with mud from the garden, and little bits of leaves stuck to them, and the soles caked in mud. Last night I had spent almost an hour cleaning them, buffing them to a very high gloss so that She could wear them for gardening today. She had been very pleased with my efforts last night.
“I need a doormat to wipe all this crap off of my boots gusset, any ideas on the subject?”
“Miss?” I enquired, knowing full well what She had in mind. “You are so stupid sometimes gusset, you really annoy me when you are. Just get down in your place on the floor.” Hurriedly I complied with Her directive. “No on your back stupid, lay just there,” pointing to a spot just in front of Her feet. I lay before her waiting. Leaning one hand against the kitchen wall She lifted Her right boot and placed it on my stomach. Back and forth She wiped the muddy sole over my sweatshirt-covered body. Finally She placed it just above my face. “Is it clean enough yet gusset?” I quickly answered in the negative. “Best clean the rest off with your tongue then boy.” I raised my head off of the floor trying to reach Her boot, She could see me straining to reach Her boot, and lifted it another inch higher, eventually I just managed to reach Her boot sole with the tip of my tongue, but my neck was so stretched that I had barely enough movement to lick more than an inch or so of the sole, but it was enough to start. The taste of earth filled my mouth, and a little bit of leaf debris, which I knew I was required to swallow, so did.
“Really gusset, not much of an effort. I meant the whole sole not just a little piece of it. Obviously you are feeling very lazy today,” She clicked Her fingers, and removing Her foot from over my face, told me to go and get Her chair. I got up and went to the dinning room and fetched one of the chairs from there back to the kitchen. Lying down again in the middle of the kitchen floor, I placed the chair over myself so that my head and chest protruded from under the front of it. She looked down at me and chuckled, then sat down on the chair. Her right boot was now above my face again. ”Proceed boy.”
I had a lot more movement now and so slavishly licked and licked at the sole of Her boot, swallowing mud and leaf debris, till there was not a trace on the boot-sole. She kept me licking for a while more, then Her boot pressed down onto my face as She shifted position in the chair. It wasn’t Her full weight of course, but just enough pressure and for just long enough so that my lips were pressed hard against my teeth enough to hurt and to bleed a little. Then Her foot was gone from my face. She lifted Her left foot and again placed it on my chest and wiped the worst of the mud off onto my sweatshirt, grinding the edge of Her heel particularly hard against my nipple.
“Now clean the other one gusset. And if when I get up I leave any mucky footprints, well…”
“Of course Miss, please let me clean the other boot, I want to so much.” Teasingly for a few minutes She made me struggle to reach the sole of Her boot again, just lifting it slightly each time I reached for it with my tongue. Finally She relented and allowed me to continue with my efforts. Too soon my efforts had cleaned the sole to perfection, not a trace of dirt left. She told me to wriggle out from under the chair. “Good job gusset, but only halfway there, there is still some mud on the tops of my beautiful boots.” I knelt before Her. “Please allow me to clean them for you Miss,” I pleaded. With a nod of Her head She allowed me to continue. Bending forward I reached out with my tongue to taste the muddied leather. With broad laps of my tongue I licked around the toes, struggling to clean the mud that was imbedded in the join between soles and uppers. She kept me at this wonderful task for over half an hour and was finally satisfied.
Pushing me away with Her boot, She stood up, towering above me like the Goddess that She is. “That’s a good job you have done boy. Now I am going into the lounge to relax. There are just those muddy boot-prints by the door that you need to clean up, then make my hot drink and join me there boy.” She turned and strutted from the room.
I crawled over to the back door and bent to my task of cleaning the muddy boot-prints up, the taste of earth once more filled my mouth........
We had both been out in the garden this afternoon, tidying up for the winter and that. It’s been raining fairly frequently of late, so was very muddy.
When we had finished, I’d gone in first, leaving my muddy gardening shoes out in the back porch, to make Her a hot drink. I stood waiting for the kettle to boil, when the back door opened and She strode into the kitchen. Her boots were still on and were very muddy She looked at me, “Well!” she said.
“Yes Miss H?”
“My boots gusset, can’t you see? They are dirty and need cleaning.” I looked down at Her riding boots, they were smeared with mud from the garden, and little bits of leaves stuck to them, and the soles caked in mud. Last night I had spent almost an hour cleaning them, buffing them to a very high gloss so that She could wear them for gardening today. She had been very pleased with my efforts last night.
“I need a doormat to wipe all this crap off of my boots gusset, any ideas on the subject?”
“Miss?” I enquired, knowing full well what She had in mind. “You are so stupid sometimes gusset, you really annoy me when you are. Just get down in your place on the floor.” Hurriedly I complied with Her directive. “No on your back stupid, lay just there,” pointing to a spot just in front of Her feet. I lay before her waiting. Leaning one hand against the kitchen wall She lifted Her right boot and placed it on my stomach. Back and forth She wiped the muddy sole over my sweatshirt-covered body. Finally She placed it just above my face. “Is it clean enough yet gusset?” I quickly answered in the negative. “Best clean the rest off with your tongue then boy.” I raised my head off of the floor trying to reach Her boot, She could see me straining to reach Her boot, and lifted it another inch higher, eventually I just managed to reach Her boot sole with the tip of my tongue, but my neck was so stretched that I had barely enough movement to lick more than an inch or so of the sole, but it was enough to start. The taste of earth filled my mouth, and a little bit of leaf debris, which I knew I was required to swallow, so did.
“Really gusset, not much of an effort. I meant the whole sole not just a little piece of it. Obviously you are feeling very lazy today,” She clicked Her fingers, and removing Her foot from over my face, told me to go and get Her chair. I got up and went to the dinning room and fetched one of the chairs from there back to the kitchen. Lying down again in the middle of the kitchen floor, I placed the chair over myself so that my head and chest protruded from under the front of it. She looked down at me and chuckled, then sat down on the chair. Her right boot was now above my face again. ”Proceed boy.”
I had a lot more movement now and so slavishly licked and licked at the sole of Her boot, swallowing mud and leaf debris, till there was not a trace on the boot-sole. She kept me licking for a while more, then Her boot pressed down onto my face as She shifted position in the chair. It wasn’t Her full weight of course, but just enough pressure and for just long enough so that my lips were pressed hard against my teeth enough to hurt and to bleed a little. Then Her foot was gone from my face. She lifted Her left foot and again placed it on my chest and wiped the worst of the mud off onto my sweatshirt, grinding the edge of Her heel particularly hard against my nipple.
“Now clean the other one gusset. And if when I get up I leave any mucky footprints, well…”
“Of course Miss, please let me clean the other boot, I want to so much.” Teasingly for a few minutes She made me struggle to reach the sole of Her boot again, just lifting it slightly each time I reached for it with my tongue. Finally She relented and allowed me to continue with my efforts. Too soon my efforts had cleaned the sole to perfection, not a trace of dirt left. She told me to wriggle out from under the chair. “Good job gusset, but only halfway there, there is still some mud on the tops of my beautiful boots.” I knelt before Her. “Please allow me to clean them for you Miss,” I pleaded. With a nod of Her head She allowed me to continue. Bending forward I reached out with my tongue to taste the muddied leather. With broad laps of my tongue I licked around the toes, struggling to clean the mud that was imbedded in the join between soles and uppers. She kept me at this wonderful task for over half an hour and was finally satisfied.
Pushing me away with Her boot, She stood up, towering above me like the Goddess that She is. “That’s a good job you have done boy. Now I am going into the lounge to relax. There are just those muddy boot-prints by the door that you need to clean up, then make my hot drink and join me there boy.” She turned and strutted from the room.
I crawled over to the back door and bent to my task of cleaning the muddy boot-prints up, the taste of earth once more filled my mouth........