I have been a slave to beautiful black stockinged, high-heeled legsforever. My passions were limited, however, to pictures in magazine andnewspapers, and as I grew into my late 20s and early 30s my taste ran tothose periodicals that featured domination themes. My fantasies were, Ifelt sure, simply that. Them one day two years ago I met the woman whothrough beauty, strength and mental superiority proved to be my undoing.My supreme ruler's name is Janine. I was then 35, an average looking profressional who had justaccepted a position with a corporation where Janine worked. One day I sawthis vision walk through the advertising department where I worked. Mymouth dropped open at the sight of her muscular, shapely legs(SEE JANINE1 PICT). On her feet were the sexiest white heels I had ever seen.I found out were she worked in the company, and made it my business to meether and eventually ask her to lunch. Although she was only 23 at the time,she had experience with men making fools of themselves over her strong,shapely body, and she was amused at my shyness as he accepted my invitationto dine. At the restaurant, after some small talk, Janine asked me thequestion that released years of emotion and would ensure a lifetime ofslavery. " You know , I realy couldn't help noticing how you kept lookingdown as you asked me to lunch, Donald," she said. "Are you always thispassive or do you just like admiring my feet?" she laughed, obviouslylooking right through me with her mocking eyes. "I have to admit, your legs and heels are realy beautiful," I said,afraid to confess immediately about my true hopes, which were to serve as herdoormat. "Well," said Janine, "I keep in shape By doing lots of exercising,running and swimming, of course, but my favorite sport is unusual for a girl.I'm quite a good boxer, Donald. I've loved to work out that way for years.think you'd like to take me on? " She became more and more confident thatshe had my head swimming from this talk. I was almost dizzy during lunch, anf looking back on it now, Iseem to remember that she practically commanded me to be at her apartment thatcoming Saturday at 8:00 pm for our bout. That night when I showed up ,Janine was wearing the same whiteankle-strap heels, a pair of red bikini underwere and a black bra.As she let me into her apartment, I saw two pairs of red boxing gloves,a camera and dog collar and leash. "Come in Donald, I certianly hope you'erready to box," she said ,picking up the gloves asking me to assist her. "This should be great," I said, so nervous and excited that I couldhardly hear my own words. "What's that stuff for ?" I asked, pointing to theitems on the couch. "Oh,just for fun," she said "Who ever wins our little match getsto turn the loser into a slave for the night. So instead of fighting fora championship belt, lets fight fight for the right to the leash, OK?"She knew that I wanted more then anything to be on that leash and sheknew it would,'t be long before that would be the case. After striping down to my underwear and with gloves raised, webegan the most one sided fight in apartment boxing history, Easily aviodinga soft left jab from me ,she belted a left to the ribs. I winced, and thena left and right quickly put me on the carpet. As I looked up at thispunching machine, I realized I had absolutely no desire to fight back. Itdidn't matter if this beautiful Amazon pulzerized me. And she did. I becamea total punching bag for this cruel dominant. And after knocking me downfor the twentieth time, Janine ordered me back on my feet so she could endthe bout. My head woozy and sore, I stood up as this boxing bitch slowlyput her left hand under my chin and raised her right to deliver the finalblow. " Tell me who's the boss," said Janine, with a wicked smile and alook of control in her eyes. " You are Janine, you are please put me away. Knock me out," Ibegged. I couldn't wait to be her leashed leg servent. With that, Janine said " Lights out sissy boy." she hammered me intoendless slavery with her victorious right. The leash was then applied and Ispent the entire evening as her severent, worshiping her legs, feet and ass.
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JAINIE BOX 370501 66 NE 39TH STREET MIAMI, FL 33137
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