A pair of beautiful women walk into the shop, and i quickly go over to find out what they need. One of them is looking for boots, the kind that You always want me to wear, but end up deciding are not nearly submissive enough. That will not be a problem for this woman, as it is clear that she and her friend are both quite dominant themselves. i bring out several pairs for her to try, assisting her as she tries them on, kneeling on hands in knees in front of her so that she can see how they would look on a human footstool.

She finds a pair that she likes, and invites me to demonstrate my oral technique. i am happy to comply, and begin kissing and licking every inch of the tall tall leather boots, with their pointy toes and four-inch stiletto heels. Her friend decides to play with me and, putting her hand under my skirt, begins to rub my clit as i lick and kiss the boots. She is quite skilled at her manipulations, and as my arousal grows, i get distracted from my licking and begin to groan and thrust against her hand. i am punished for my distraction by a hard slap on my ass, and ordered to keep licking or suffer harsher punishment. it try, but eventually i slow down and falter again, and this time i'm punished with a strike from a riding crop, which You have so obligingly provided our customers.

This pattern continues, but i slowly manage to finish attending to every bit of the boots - the heels, the toes, all the way up to the top of the leather where it touches her knees. i am rewarded then, as mistress pulls my face into her bare crotch and i am allowed to lick her wet cunt. Her friend, meanwhile, continues to torment me. By this point she has given up playing with my cunt, finding more fun in abusing my ass, and as the first strike of the cane hits, she reminds me that i had better not stop licking, and that the recipient of my affections will certainly tell her if i do. So i do my best to please my mistress as my ass dances under the other's cane strokes.

He helped me into the shower. Then, he joined me. Slowly he lathered his hands with the soap and began to wash my shoulders and arms. His hands felt smooth and strong. My body relaxed. I felt my humanity begin to return. I stood and watched him work, lifting my leg when told to do so, or hold my arm “just so” so that he might wash my elbows and the underside of my breasts. The warmth of his hands worked strength back into my muscles.

His eyes admired each patch of skin that he worked on. He willed each part to feel loved. Slowly, he worked his way down my body to wash my legs and feet. Lowering himself to his knees, he began to wash the folds between my legs. Gently and hesitantly he used light touches and rinsed the soap away quickly. He kissed my hips and looked up into my eyes. My hands went to his hair to feel its softness as his finger brushed against my clit, which prompted a low moan to escape my work weary body. His finger slipped inside of me slowly. My knees weakened as I welcomed the slow deliberate touches.

As my body melted into him, his fingers probed more. He massaged my labia and clit.

As he continued to wash me, a finger brushed against my ass. My body visibly shuddered. This encouraged him. He is always so in tune with my body and my reactions. Adding more soap to his massaging, he slipped a finger into my ass along with the finger in my cunt. Standing was becoming difficult. My body was getting lost in the pleasure as he squeezed his fingers together effectively massaging the flesh between my cunt and ass from the inside. My body folded down involuntarily until my face was low and next to his. I could feel his breath on my cheek....

The sexy son hypothesis is a concept from evolutionary biology, proposed by P. J. Weatherhead and R. J. Robertson in 1979. It posits that a female animal's optimal choice among potential fathers is a male whose genes will produce male offspring with the best chance of reproductive success. In particular, the sexy son hypothesis implies that a potential mate's capacity as a caregiver or any other direct benefits the male can offer the female (eg. nuptial gifts, good territory) are irrelevant to his value as potential father of the female's offspring.

The sexy son hypothesis has been suggested as the origin of some aspects of human sexual behavior. In particular, it has been shown that human females are more attracted to traditionally masculine men ("cads") during the most fertile times of their menstrual cycles, and more attracted to relatively feminine men ("dads") during the remainder of the cycle. These observations have led to the conclusion that infidelity is a natural occurrence in women, and evolutionarily advantageous, on the grounds that it will enable them to secure both the best genes and the best caregiver for their offspring.

I follow him inside, up the steps without a word, and it doesn't occur to me until we're in the empty lobby that this isn't right. This isn't in character.

"Wait..." well-faked concern in my voice, though he can probably hear the underlying sarcasm. I'm really tired of this game now. If he'd told me what he wanted up front - but he didn't, so now I'm annoyed. This is called 'working to book'. "You're sweet, but I don't think we know each other well enough to, um...I think you should take me home."

He looks at me. And it goes right down my spine. The syrupy-sweet, innocent Katie voice dies in my throat. Because nice, friendly first-date guy is gone now. His expression is the same, mild and pleasant and confident; it's the eyes that have changed.

"Why would I do that, Katie?" he asks, suddenly moving into my personal space, looming. I feel pinned to the wall behind me, though his hand gently braceleting my wrist is the only physical contact between us. "I paid for you, didn't I?"...