New Years Eve



Someone took a picture while D.

was kissing H.’s boots, but I don’t

have that yet. Here at least Myriam’s

 boots that were kissed by D.

On New Years Eve, I went out to celebrate with several friends from the riding club. But just before midnight, We ran into a guy that hangs around the manege often and once had been forced to kiss Myriam’s boots. (I think it was during a party in the riding club). It is a strange guy and none of Us really wants to have contact with him, although he tries now and then to start a conversation. Anyway, we ran into him and some of us clearly had not forgotten that he had been kissing Myriams boots. “Hey bootboy!” H., one of My riding friends, shouted at him and although we always avoid contact with him, we started talking to him. And soon H. reminded him that he had been kissing Myriam’s boots and asked him if he liked it and how they tasted. To My friends’ surprise he said that he didn’t mind kissing the boots of a beautiful Lady like Myriam! They were laughing at the (by them unexpected) answer, but I was not surprised. “So why don’t you do it again than” one of the guys said, “she is wearing nice boots again….” And as I expected he went down in front of Myriam and kissed both her boots! General laughter, not only in our little group, but it also caught some bystanders’ attention. But than, H. again, ordered him to kiss her boots as well, “or don’t you find Me handsome enough?” she added. And again, D. puts his lips at the leather boots. More laughter and even more when also another girl demanded to have her boots kissed. Hypocrits, I thought because I knew very well that all of them would disapprove a Mistress-slave- relationship. Except Myriam of course (and maybe H., who clearly also has some dominant characteristics, but maybe it is her marriage that prevents her to live her true nature).

Unfortunately, than the countdown began, and everyone seemed to forget about D. who had gotten up as well to celebrate. After the wishing and kissing, he got involved in a fight (apparently a guy didn’t want this drunken stranger kissing his wife) and they got thrown out of the dancing.

This morning Myriam asked me if we shouldn’t teach him a lesson. I thought it a good idea, but had no idea how to do that without exposing ourselves…

Anyone any ideas?

 

Lady Contessa Pat