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Cold Leather Revenge

By: mw0212



Chapter 1

'For crying out loud you stupid girl! Can you not get anything right? All I asked for was a simple dictation & you can't even do that right can you!' she shrieked.

'I'm sorry Ms Harris. Truly I am. Can we start again?' Lydia replied.

'No. No we cannot. I'll type it myself. Now get out. Get out this instance before I sack your arse for being totally incompetent. Fucking loser...' She mumbled as she watched Lydia hunch over & creep out of her office.

Lydia Jones sat at her desk feeling desperately low. She really did not need to get fired right now. This job was perfect for her. She loved the office, her colleagues, everything except that bitch. As she watched the office door open, she saw Ms Harris almost glide along the floor. That snooty bitch, with her ridiculous 5 inch heels clicking on the floor as every male tongue drooled with lust. Always dressed immaculately, always wearing the sharp business suits matched with the many pairs of boots & heeled shoes she seemed to own. The way she stood waiting for the lift, one heel balancing while the other tapped the floor while she tapped her leather gloves on the palm of her hand. Always the air of dominance like the spoilt rich kid who threw a strop if she didn't get her own way. Lydia glared at her. No-one had ever belittled her like that or made her feel that low, yet she seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in it. Bitch.

Mike Lucas, Her boyfriend for the past 4 years, had surprised her that evening with dinner at a plush restaurant in the city. Calling her during her lunch break, he had asked her to meet him back at their flat quickly once she had finished work. 

She had rushed home to find that he'd bought her a complete new outfit including some sexy underwear, flowing backless black dress & some gorgeous new court shoes. She quickly changed into her new clothes, stopping to admire the lingerie in the mirror. Then she sat & put on the shoes. She felt a little nervous as she never wore heels. It was just one of those things that she never did, for no other reason than that. Finding her balance around the bedroom, she stepped cautiously around gaining a little steadiness on her feet. She was impressed at the way her feet simply arched naturally to the curvature of the shoe, and the way the heel accentuated her legs and body -- almost self correcting her posture. She was beginning to enjoy this feeling.

Grabbing her coat, she tottered off down the hallway where Mike was waiting.

'You look amazing sweetheart' he said to her, as he leant in & kissed her softly on her cheek.

'Thanks babe, I feel amazing! What's all this in aid of anyway?' she replied.

'You'll see.' He said, smiling back at her.

As the taxi pulled up at the restaurant, she got out & looked around her.

'Babe, can we afford this?' she asked him.

'Well, we can now. But lets get inside & then we can talk.' He replied, ushering her into the doorway.

Mike worked as a lawyer in a respected firm in the city. He had started there straight after finishing uni & had built up a fairly good reputation as an assistant to one of the partners. He was keen to move up the ladder & things were finally looking up.

Lydia was a secretary assistant at one of the top PR firms. She had worked her way up from a junior admin assistant to the main secretarial pool. She had aspirations to progress, but one thing stood in her way -- Ms Harris.

After ordering some drinks, they browsed the menu.

'So, what do you fancy? Order anything you like. My treat.' Mike said.

'Wow, ok big spender. But you've got to tell me what this is all about? Why so flush all of a sudden?' Lydia replied. She loved it when he pampered her but she was a natural worrier. They were just about keeping their heads above water financially, but as a young couple with a mortgage money was tight.

After ordering their food, she smiled at him. He looked like the cat that caught the cream.

'Mr Allen called me into his office today. He's assigning me a high profile case. One that, if it goes well, should make us a tidy sum.' Mike said enthusiastically. 

'That's fantastic babe!' Lydia replied. 'What's it about?' she asked.

'A divorce case. Some rich snob is divorcing his wife of 20 years and she wants to take him for everything. She sounds like a bit of a bitch to me, but she's willing to pay big to win so I'm taking the lead on it.' He explained.

'Wow. You go for it. You'll have to tell me all the juicy details!' she replied coolly. 

'That's not everything' Mike went on 'Because of the high profile of this case & the extra workload it will involve, Mr Allen has given me a raise. I'm meeting her tomorrow to discuss some preliminary things. Let's hope it goes well!'

'I'm sure it will babe. You deserve this!' she replied as she leant across and kissed him.

The next morning Mike was sitting at his desk when there was a knock at the door. Opening the door, he saw a stunning black haired middle aged woman standing there. He immediately noticed her air of arrogance as she swaggered into his office. 

'Good Morning, my name is Mike Lucas.' He said as he extended his hand.

'Mr. Lucas.' She replied curtly, as she briefly shook his hand. He felt the grip of her leather glove wrap around his hand & immediately felt a tingle shoot up his spine.

He gestured she take a seat on the leather couch, while he took her coat. Sitting down, his eyes wandered to her legs. He could see that beneath the black mid thigh length skirt she was wearing dark tights or even stockings and leering further down, his eyes gazed upon the shiny black leather boots that encased her leg below the knee. They were stiletto, but they must have been at least 5 or 6 inches high. At that moment, another knock at the door & one of the young secretaries appeared.

'Would you like some tea or coffee?' Mike asked politely.

'Coffee.' She snapped back.

'Two coffees please Miss Jones. Thank you.' Mike said & then sat at his desk.

'Let's get straight to the point Mr Lucas. That bastard of a husband of mine is sleeping with his young slut of a secretary.' She barked.

'Oh, well, I see.' Mike replied. 'So, on what grounds is he trying to divorce you?'

'There are no grounds on his part except for the fact that I have a source who tells me that he wants to whist this little slut off on a whirlwind romance & wants to quickly & quietly dispose of me. He hasn't attempted to lay a finger on me in a number of years now. Seems he prefers his little bimbo so for starters you will plead unreasonable behaviour. If he attempts to block or deny, then you will go for adultery. Lets see how he likes his little bimbo slut being named in the petition shall we?' she snapped in her usual icy tone.

'Ok. Well, we will need to discuss some things in-depth but I see no reason why we can't find a reasonable outcome for you.' Mike replied, nervously.

'Fuck reasonable, I'm taking that bastard for everything. Do you understand me? I'm going to make him squirm, wriggle & beg me to walk away & for that the price is a small fortune.' She snapped, getting worked up. 'Are you the man to get this for me Mr Lucas?' she cooed at Mike in a sexy seductive tone.

'Oh yes, I will give you my full attention -- Ms Harris.' Mike suggestively replied.

Chapter 2

Lydia was typing away at her desk when she heard the lift doors chime followed by the unmistakeable sound of 'those' heels clacking along the corridor. She looked up to see Ms Harris walking towards her office, followed by Luke Jones from accounts. He was two steps behind Ms Harris, almost drooling as his eyes were transfixed on her boots. Walking into her office and slamming shut the door behind her, Lydia carried on typing. Strange thoughts kept entering her head which made it difficult to concentrate. Why was he so transfixed on her boots? Did they really affect him that much? She couldn't shake it from her mind. Then she remembered a parcel that had turned up in the post for Ms Harris which needed to be signed for. Gingerly, she grabbed the parcel & walked over to Ms Harris's office door, knocked & walked in.

'What do you want?' she snapped, almost startled.

Stopping in her tracks, Lydia looked at Luke who was kneeling beside the sofa that Ms Harris was sat on.

'A parcel turned up for you Ms Harris & it needed signing for so I kept it safe for you.' Lydia replied.

'Oh. Good. Set it down over there then.' Ms Harris replied, motioning towards the coffee table.

Putting the parcel on the table, she looked across to Ms Harris who was reading through some papers, sat cross legged with her boot bouncing ever so slowly very close to Luke's face. Lydia looked down at Luke and saw the embarrassment in his eyes. She turned and made a hasty retreat.

Sat back at her desk, her mind continued to wander at the notion of the almost trance like state Luke was in. 

Mike picked up the receiver and dialled Ms Harris office. 

'Hello, Ms Harris? It's Mike Lucas.' He said.

'Hello Mr Lucas.' She replied.

'Ms Harris, I have some good news. Your husband was served the counter offer papers yesterday afternoon & I have just had a lengthy meeting with his lawyer. He has agreed to your terms, on the condition that everything is all signed off by midday tomorrow.' Mike said.

'Really. Well that's a surprise. Fine. I have a meeting this afternoon but can you call by my house this evening & we can get it all signed off.' Ms Harris replied.

'I think so, it shouldn't be a problem.' He said.

'Good. I shall expect you at six-thirty.' She replied.

'Yes, Ok Ms Harris. I'll see you then. Mike replied, then the line went dead.

He was rather pleased with himself. His first high profile case & although he had put in a huge amount of work, it had all been worth it. Given the conditions of the divorce settlement, he stood to make a nice profit from this. Enough, he thought, to treat Lydia & himself to a nice little holiday, somewhere exotic.

He picked up the receiver again & called Lydia.

'Hi babe, how's your day going?' he said.

'Hi sweetheart, not too bad. I'm just trying to stay out of "the bitch's" way!' she giggled 'I had my performance review with her this morning & it didn't go well. I've got a 3 month review thanks to her! I really can't afford to lose this job babe. We will be right in the shit for money. We'll lose the flat, the car, everything! I'm just not sure I can cope with it all. If I can make it through the day without being insulted or put down by her then it'll be a success!'

'Ah sweetie, I'm sure you'll be fine. We'll always have each other! No matter what happens. Hopefully she'll move onto her next victim sooner or later!' he replied 'Listen babe, I've got to drop by at a client's house on the way home this evening so I'll be a little late. We've managed to reach a settlement, so hopefully it'll all be wrapped up in a week or two.'

'That's fantastic!' she exclaimed 'babe, you've worked so hard on this. Well done!'

'Thanks, I feel really good about it. Mr Allen thinks the bonus from this case alone will be worth at least a couple of months salary! So I was thinking about whisking you away for a short break? Me & you, somewhere to get away from it all? All our money worries will be over.' he said excitedly.

'Wow, that'd be fantastic! IF I can get the time off though. But, it would be fantastic! Ok, so I'll see you tonight? Drive safely. Love you.' She said.

'I love you too. I'll text when I leave.' He replied.

Pulling into the driveway, Mike was impressed at the size & demeanour of the house. It was an old Victorian building, must have had at least nine or ten bedrooms! Walking up to the door, he pressed the buzzer & heard a clacking of heels approaching the door.

'Ah Mr Lucas, good evening.' Ms Harris said as she swung the door open.

'Hello Ms Harris, I have the paperwork here.' He replied, nervously. As he looked her up & down, he was sure he could make out the outline of suspender straps on her tight skirt. His eyes caught the glistening leather of her boots -- tall stiletto, about 5 inches, and black shiny leather that came up to just over her knee. She was wearing a tight white blouse, with a cleavage seemingly ready to burst out of the black lacy bra underneath. He imagined Lydia wearing something similar. Unfortunately, although not a prude by any means, she had never expressed any interest in exploring what he'd now realised was a very potent & powerful 'fetish'. 

Mike noticed that she was also wearing black leather gloves that disappeared under the sleeves of her blouse. She reached out to shake his hand & he was transfixed at her stern appearance.

'I've only just got back myself' she said 'Long day at the office. It's performance review time & I have some rather inept staff working for me. It can be quite draining. Can I get you a drink?'

'Yes please, that would be nice.' He replied.

'Make your way through to the study. I'll go get us some drinks.' And with that, she turned and walked away. He stared at her body as she seemed to effortlessly glide across the hallway.

Shaking his head back to reality, he sat on the sofa in the study & opened his briefcase. Pulling out some papers, he glanced around the room. There were photo's everywhere, photo's of Ms Harris in exotic locations but one in particular caught his eye. He stood & went over to the mantelpiece to get a closer look. It was one Ms Harris stood next to a horse & she was in full riding gear -- tight blouse, short gloves, jodhpurs & riding boots and in her hand she held a crop.

'That's a nice photo don't you think?' Ms Harris said as she saw Mike dreamingly gazing at the picture.

Startled by her sudden reappearance & the fact he had been caught red handed practically drooling over her, he stammered 'Err, Yes. Lovely photo.'

'That's one of my favourite outfits too. There's nothing like a good stallion between your legs to get you going Mr Lucas' she said, almost oblivious to the fact that her comment had made him a gibbering wreck.

'Now, come & sit. I hope red wine is ok for you?' she said as she motioned to the seat on the sofa next to her.

'Yes Ms Harris. That will be fine.' He replied.

'Now. Tell me what that spineless piece of shit is offering.' She snapped, almost venomous at the mere mention of her husband.

Mike picked up the list & started reading.

'Ok, well, with regards to the properties he is willing to sign over to you this house, the cottage in Cornwall, the apartment in New York & the house in the Maldives. He asks that he retains the flat where he is currently living in Westminster & the house in the south of France.'

'Hmmm' She replied 'The Westminster flat is now his whore house & the place in France is nothing more than a run down barn. That seems acceptable to me. Next?'

'He asks that he retains ownership of the yacht but has said that you may keep all vehicles & furnishings in their current locations.' Mike said.

'Good. I hate that bloody rusty barge anyway.' She said.

'Now Ms Harris, there is a question of cash settlement. Mr Harris is offering you a one off payment of £24 million pounds on the express condition that A.) the agreement is signed by yourself & completed by midday tomorrow and B.) that you sign a confidentiality clause agreeing not to reveal any details about Mr Harris that could potentially harm his reputation or career and C.) that you read a statement out to that effect which I will tape record into a Dictaphone. ' Mike stated 'Mr Harris has made a special arrangement with a judge that once this document is signed & the recording is presented to the court tomorrow, the divorce is legalised & final.'

'Well, £24 million. I bet that really hurt him. Now, give me the statement to read.' She said.

Mike took the Dictaphone out of his briefcase & pressed the record button and placed it on the table.

'When you are ready Ms Harris' he said.

'I, Donna Marie Harris do hereby agree to the terms as laid out in the signed documents & that in accepting these terms am bound by their conditions. This statement & the accompanying paperwork is being recorded & signed by myself at 19:15 hours on the 27th November 2012.' She read from the statement. Now, where do I sign Mr Lucas.' Ms Harris said. 

As she said this, she slowly removed the glove from her right hand. Mike was transfixed by this almost erotic movement. The way she delicately peeled the leather from her fingers revealing her hand, each finger slender, each with a perfectly manicured nail, brightly painted scarlett red.

'Just here Ms Harris.' Mike said, his own hand shaking as he pointed to the line where she placed her signature.

'Good. Now that I am a free woman, let us drink to that.' She said, reaching for her glass. They both emptied their glasses in one go.

'Hmm, that was nice. Another?' Ms Harris said as she let her un-gloved hand fall onto Mike's thigh. Feeling her fingers gently caress his leg, he flinched.

'Err, as much as I would love to Ms Harris I'm afraid I really must be making a move. My girlfriend will be expecting me home soon.' Mike stammered, reluctantly. All sorts of mixed feelings whizzed through his mind.

'Oh now come come. We have just completed quite a successful business agreement. And as you well know, I am now a substantially rich woman -- not that that has ever stopped me getting my way in the past...' she sneered as she continued to caress his thigh.

'Erm, ok then Ms Harris. Just one more glass and then I really must be going.' Mike stammered.

'Good boy. Now, you go fetch the wine while I make myself more comfortable.' She purred.

Mike walked through to the kitchen and picked up the open bottle from the counter. Walking back into the study, he saw that she had swung herself around so she was now laying across the sofa.

'Ahh, good. Now, fill my glass.' She said reaching her empty glass out to him. Mike filled her glass & then half filled his own glass, remembering that he still had to drive home.

'Now, come. Sit.' She said lifting her booted legs, motioning him to sit on the sofa.

As he sat down, she placed her legs across his lap. One knee slightly bent so that her remaining gloved hand reached out, resting on her knee. 

'So. Am I your first?' Ms Harris suggested seductively.

'Excuse me?' Mike replied.

'Am I your first BIG case?' she said.

'Oh, sorry. Yes. Yes you are my first large case. I mean, I am experienced, I have dealt with separations, alimony, personal claims that sort of thing but...' he said, the words struggling to make any sort of coherence.

'But... I am your first BIG catch' she purred at him.

'Well. Yes. I suppose you are.' He replied.

'It's such a good feeling to win your first major victory isn't it?' she said. He was struggling to focus on her words -- too easily distracted by the circling motion she was making with her gloved fingers, swirling across the leather of her boots. She finished her second glass & reached to top her glass up.

'Err, Yes. Yes it is.' He stammered.

'I remember when I had my first major victory.' She said as again, she sunk the third glass of wine 'I was a lowly secretary at the place I still work. I caught my boss doing something he shouldn't have been doing & then it hit me. Why should I suffer? Why not use that knowledge and evidence to my advantage.' She slurred. The wine obviously now having an affect.

Mike wondered where this was going. He still hadn't drunk any of his second glass & leant to place his glass on the table.

'So how long have you been working at Enterprise PR firm Ms Harris?' Mike asked.

'Oh, it's been 15 years now. And I can tell you some stories about my time there.' She boasted, sinking yet another glass. 'You see, knowledge & power. That's where it all is. You only have to get one tiny snippet on someone & that can open doors, which lead to other doors. And other pieces of information. And other doors. And so on & so on...'


Cold Leather Revenge Pt. 02



Chapter 5

Lydia stood tall & powerful above her boss, Donna Harris, who was on her knees kissing her newly acquired long leather boots. She could see Ms Harris squirming with contempt as she worshipped the boots that had so recently been wrapped around her own feet and legs.

'I think you've had quite enough, for now bitch.' Lydia snapped softly at Ms Harris who now rested back on her heels looking quite sorry for herself. Lydia could see Ms Harris had started welling up, the humiliation of being forced to relinquish & then worship her own boots was a powerful emotion.

'So, are we done? We can keep this between ourselves then Lydia?' Ms Harris almost croaked up at her tormentor.

'Done?' Lydia replied, 'Done? We haven't even begun yet you worthless little slut!' and she struck her hand across Ms Harris face, stinging her cheek.

'Ow' Ms Harris shrieked as she felt the stinging pain creep across her face.

'Listen to me, you've made my life a living hell for the past 4 years that I have worked here. From day one you strutted around as though you owned this place. I think it's time you learnt some manners & luckily for you, I'm the one who's going to teach you. Unless of course you want to take your chances and let your dirty little secret come out?' Lydia scorned down at Ms Harris.

Ms Harris absorbed all of this, fully aware that it would finish her. She would lose everything, her job, her reputation & more importantly, her recently acquired wealth. Her ex-husband would have no problem in counter-suing her for every penny she had if the evidence surfaced.

'No, no. I understand.' She replied to Lydia.

'Good. I see we have an understanding.' She replied. 'Now, I'm taking the rest of the day off. I have some preparations to make. You will meet me at your house, promptly at 6pm this evening. Is that understood?'

'Yes Lydia.' Ms Harris meekly replied.

Lydia grabbed Ms Harris ponytail and yanked her head upwards, facing her. 'Listen slut. You will address me courteously and respectfully. You have lost the right to address me by me first name. Whilst we are in private, you will address me as Mistress or Ma'am. In the presence of anyone else, you will address me as Miss Jones. Is that clear?'

'Yes Ma'am. Yes. I'm sorry.' Ms Harris replied, knowing full well by the look of sheer anger in Lydia's eyes that she meant every word.

Lydia shoved Ms Harris to the floor and walked over to the round table in the centre of the room and picked up the long leather coat and gloves that lay over one of the seats.

'You won't need these anymore. I think I will take them. Any objections?' she sneered as Ms Harris.

'But, but, what shall I wear? It is winter, it's freezing outside and I won't have a coat?' she snivelled, looking up at Lydia.

'Who cares. You're a resourceful woman. Find yourself something from "lost & found".' She snapped as she turned and strutted out of her office.

Walking back to her desk, she felt sexy & confident. Her new boots accentuated her body, she felt amazing. Picking up her bag, she shut her computer down and walked off down the corridor.

Still on her knees in her office, Ms Harris was in a state of disbelief. She looked down at her 'new' shoes and started sobbing to herself. She spent the rest of the day locked away in her office wondering how she was going to get out of this. Glancing at the photo's & the copies of her log book made her sob even harder. She was a broken woman.

Finally, four-thirty came & she picked herself up. Walking across her office, she felt her body shift uncomfortably as she tried to maintain her posture in the flat shoes. Her feet were accustomed to wearing heels of at least four inches and she found the arches in her feet throbbed. She finally made it to the lift and stepped inside.

Mr. Potter, the CEO, was standing inside. 'Good Afternoon Ms Harris.'

'Good afternoon Peter.' She replied, looking down at the floor. It was Peter Potter whom Ms Harris had first caught in a compromising situation. It was him that gave her the first echelons of power. To have him see her in this dishevelled state was truly embarrassing.

Mr. Potter looked her up & down. There was something different about her he thought. She was dressed in her normal manner but for some reason, she was wearing a ridiculous pair of flat wrinkled old shoes that was a complete mismatch to the rest of her outfit. And she wasn't carrying or wearing a coat? In the middle of November?

'Is everything alright Ms Harris? He asked.

'Yes, yes. Everything is fine.' She replied just as the lift doors opened.

Ms Harris walked off, uncomfortably, towards the basement. Entering, she approached the maintenance guy. After explaining a made up story that her coat had been torn & that she needed an emergency replacement, she walked out carrying a hideous sand coloured overcoat that looked like something peeping tom's wore.

Her humiliation was complete. She got into her car & drove out of the parking lot. Her mind was awash with the fate that awaited her. As she pulled into her driveway, she could see another car was parked there already with two occupants sat inside. Waiting.

Chapter 6

Ms Harris walked got out of her car and walked up to her front door. Immediately, the two people got out of their car.

'Welcome home Donna. I believe you know my boyfriend?' Lydia said.

Ms Harris looked across at Mike Lucas.

'Good Evening Ms Harris.' He motioned.

'Hello Mr Lucas' Ms Harris replied.

'Well? Aren't you going to invite us in Donna?' Lydia sarcastically sneered as Ms Harris stood, white with shock and despair at how she had been caught out by her own flirtatious stupidity.

Entering the house Lydia strolled straight through to the living room, beckoning Ms Harris to follow.

'Come here Donna.' Lydia said to Ms Harris, motioning her to her knees at her feet. Instantly, Ms Harris dropped to her knees and shuffled along the carpet to Lydia's feet. She looked up, noticing that along with the black leather boots that not so long ago adorned her feet, Lydia was also wearing her long black leather coat & gloves.

Lydia rested one gloved finger under Ms Harris chin and lifted her head to look up at her.

'Now Donna. We have ourselves a little situation don't we.' Lydia started.

'Yes Ma'am.' Ms Harris subserviently replied.

'You've been a naughty little slut haven't you?' Lydia asked, teasing her gloved fingers along Ms Harris neckline.

'Yes Ma'am. I have.' Ms Harris replied, trying to avert her eyes & look down at the floor.

'And what happens to naughty little slut's Donna?' Lydia asked.

'I don't know Ma'am. They get punished?' Ms Harris hesitantly replied.

'That's right. They get punished.' Lydia replied, smiling down at her former boss. Seeing the look of fear and anguish in Ms Harris eyes was exciting for Lydia. She remembered all the times Ms Harris had belittled her in the office. All the times she had made her feel worthless, useless, and had caused her to worry about her job & financial security.

'Now Donna. I want you to think about what you've done. All the times you made ME suffer. All the times you were mean to me. All the worry & stress you put me through. How did it make you feel, having that power over somebody? Hmm? Tell me.' Lydia spoke, teasingly rolling the last words. Encouraging Ms Harris to incriminate herself more.

'It, it felt, it felt good Ma'am.' Ms Harris replied, now trembling. Her face beginning to beam a bright shade of red while she stared at the floor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the toe of one of Lydia's boots glistening in the light. Instantly she became insanely jealous. Jealous that she had lost her symbol of power. Jealous that her boots were now being displayed, teasingly inches away from her glowing face.

'I can see you down there' Lydia said 'Even now, you can't take your eyes off of these can you?'. Lydia twirled her foot teasingly, watching how Ms Harris followed her every move.

'Tell me Donna, how did it feel giving these up?' Lydia asked.

'It was horrible Ma'am.' She replied.

'Horrible?' exclaimed Lydia in a mocking tone. 'Horrible to relinquish these very beautiful boots to someone you have abused & controlled for a very long time?' she continued.

'Yes Ma'am. Very horrible.' Ms Harris said, almost to the point of sobbing.

'Oh I'm sorry to hear that. If you miss them so much, why don't you give them a little kiss. Go on. Show me how much you miss them.' Lydia ordered. Mike sat watching with amazement as Ms Harris willingly submitted to his girlfriends commands.

Shuffling forward, Ms Harris slowly bent down so that her face was directly level with the toe of Lydia's boot. Inhaling deeply, she could smell the soft leather combined with the natural odour of Lydia's feet. As she leant forward to let her lips touch the soft black leather, she could feel herself getting moist. She let out a little sigh as her senses became overcome with passion. Sensing this, Lydia yanked Ms Harris up by her ponytail.

'What the fuck do you think you are doing? Are you getting excited? I heard you, you dirty little slut!' she shrieked at Ms Harris.

'I'm sorry Ma'am. I'm sorry.' Ms Harris replied, having been snapped back to reality so abruptly.

'Stand up. Now!' Lydia said.

Ms Harris stood, instantly her feet ached as she attempted to correct the imbalance of her arches by tip toeing. Noticing this, Lydia stood to meet her glaze.

'Suffering are we slut?' she asked.

'Yes Ma'am. My feet ache.' Ms Harris replied.

'That's because you are used to wearing your slutty heels all the time. Isn't it? You look ridiculous wearing those old things!' she barked at Ms Harris, motioning to her old shoes that Ms Harris reluctantly wore.

'Yes Ma'am. I am.' Was all that Ms Harris could reply, feeling her face burn red again with embarrassment. 

'I tell you what slut. Why don't we all go upstairs and we can find you something more appropriate.' Lydia said. 'Follow me.' And with that she reached a gloved hand out to Mike, who reached up and wrapped his fingers into hers. Walking hand in hand across the room, Ms Harris watched. Insanely jealous.

Stood in the hallway, Lydia motioned Ms Harris to go in front. Climbing the stairs and reaching Ms Harris bedroom, Lydia stood in the doorway.

'Darling, lay on the bed.' Lydia said softly to Mike. 'I think you will enjoy this.'

As Mike climbed onto the bed, Lydia grabbed Ms Harris by the pony tail and led her across the room. 

'Now slut. Strip.' She commanded.

'I'm sorry?' Ms Harris asked.

'I said strip you worthless shit.' And with that, Lydia tore at the front of Ms Harris blouse, exposing her bra and chest.

Ms Harris quickly removed her ripped blouse and stood motionless.

'Carry on, and be quicker about it.' Lydia ordered.

Ms Harris tugged at the zipper of her skirt then shimmied it down to her ankles. Revealing her underwear to her secretary & her lawyer boyfriend was embarrassing. She could feel the continued humiliation welling inside her.

'Well, well, well. Don't we look like a dirty little slut!' Lydia remarked. 'Seamed stockings? Lacy little suspender belt, almost non-existent little thong? Seems like my pet word for you has some truth in it after all doesn't it slut?' Lydia said sarcastically, although inside she quietly admitted to herself that Ms Harris choice of underwear was sexy as hell.

'Yes Ma'am.' Was all Ms Harris could reply.

'Now then slut, when we were downstairs you were getting yourself all worked up while you were kissing MY new boots weren't you?' Lydia asked.

'Yes Ma'am. I was.' Ms Harris replied.

'Hmmm. So if I checked now, would you still be excited?' Lydia asked.

'Yes Ma'am.' Ms Harris replied.

'Well, why don't you show Mike here how excited you are. Pull down your panties.' Lydia ordered.

As Ms Harris pulled down her panties, she could feel her shame building up inside her again. She showed no hesitation in disobeying her orders, only the sense of becoming more and more turned on.

'Darling, here -- feel.' Lydia said to Mike, motioning him over. As he sat at the end of the bed, Lydia grabbed Ms Harris by the pony tail and led her to the bed, forcing her to display herself.

'My, my, you are horny aren't you?' Mike said as he teasingly brushed his fingers across her pussy.

'That's because she really is a filthy slut. Isn't that right my little pet. You're a filthy little slut who's lost her boots.' Lydia mocked.

'Yes Ma'am. I am.' Ms Harris replied, feeling a combined feeling of humiliation & excitedness.

'How are those arches doing? Still aching slut?' Lydia asked.

'Yes Ma'am. They are sore.' Ms Harris replied.

'Good. You deserve it! Find yourself some slutty heels then, relieve the pain. Show me where your shoe collection is.' Lydia said.

'Thank you ma'am.' Ms Harris replied, scurrying over to the wardrobe. Opening the door to the huge walk in wardrobe, Ms Harris turned on the light. She bent down and picked up a pair of black five inch pumps.

'Ma'am. May i?' she asked.

'You may. Then, I want to inspect your wardrobe. Understood?' Lydia replied.

'Yes Ma'am.' Ms Harris replied, whilst slipping the heels on. Instantly, the pressure lifted from her feet as they adjusted to her natural curvature of the heel.

'Where is all of your lingerie slut?' asked Lydia.

'Here ma'am.' Ms Harris replied, leading Lydia over to a dresser containing six drawers. Opening the drawers up, Lydia found all sorts of seductive underwear. Basques, girdles, suspender belts, all in varying colours and types of material. Opening the bottom drawer, Lydia gasped when she found a range of restraints & gags. 

'Oh my goodness. Are these yours slut?' Lydia asked.

'Yes Ma'am' Ms Harris replied.

'and you use them on your victims?' Lydia asked.

'Yes ma'am.' She replied, looking down at the floor.

'I see.' Lydia said, a wry smile creeping across her lips as she beamed at Mike who was sat at the end of the bed admiring the pleasure his girlfriend was having in exacting her revenge.

'Now. Where are your shoes and boots?' Lydia asked.

Ms Harris led Lydia & Mike over to the walk-in and stood inside, head bent down.

'My word, you have a huge collection. You must be quite the spender on all this slut wear.' Lydia said, shocked by the hundreds of pairs of shoes and boots that were all neatly arranged inside the walk in.

'Yes Ma'am. I love my shoes & boots.' Ms Harris replied hesitantly.

'I can see. Well, why don't you pick out your favourite pair of boots. I might even let you put them on if you're a good girl.' Lydia said.

'Yes Ma'am. Thank you ma'am.' Ms Harris replied, and with a spring in her step pulled out a pair of thigh high six inch black leather lace up boots before returning to her knees in front of Lydia.

'Nice choice. Now, beg me to allow you to wear them slut.' Lydia commanded.

'Please Mistress, allow me the honour of wearing my boots. Please. I need to feel them on my feet, around my legs. I beg you.' Ms Harris said, sounding almost despairingly desperate.

'As you asked so nicely, I think I will allow you to wear some boots. Are these your favourite ones slut?' Lydia asked.

'Yes Miss. They are. I only wear them on special occasions. They were custom made for me.' Ms Harris explained, now getting excited at the prospect of regaining some of her power & dignity.

'I see. Well, first I want you to remove these boots from me. I've been wearing them most of the day now and they are very sweaty from my feet.' Lydia spoke, softly and teasingly.

'Yes Miss.' Ms Harris answered and like a shot, started pulling down the zipper on Lydia's left boot.

'Pull it off of me slut, then I want you to sniff. Hold it up to your nose so that my aroma engulfs your senses.' Lydia commanded as she watched Ms Harris obey.

The boot was pulled off and Ms Harris raised it to her nose, inhaling deeply. The sweaty leathery smell went straight to her head. She cold feel her pussy explode at the intake of leathery sweaty aroma.

'Now the other one slut.' Lydia barked.

Ms Harris repeated the process with the other boot, again feeling her pussy explode in a wave of wetness. The smell coupled with the prospect of wearing her favourite boots almost sent her into spasm.

'Good girl. I can see you like that.' Lydia remarked.

'Yes Ma'am. I did Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am.' Ms Harris replied, still feeling dizzy from the aphrodisiacal aroma.

'Good. Now, I want you to remain where you are, with one of my boots over your nose. Keep on inhaling that sweet smell.' Lydia commanded.

Ms Harris nodded in compliance as Lydia strode over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of lace top black stockings. She seductively rolled them up her leg, then pulled out a black leather basque from another drawer & clipped the suspender straps, affixing them to the stockings.

Next, Lydia pulled out a pair of tiny leather panties that matched the basque. Strolling back over to the bed, she put the gloves back on.

'What do you think slut? Do you mind me trying on your underwear?' Lydia sneered, looking down at Ms Harris who was still inhaling the booted aroma from Lydia's discarded boots.

'No Miss.' Ms Harris replied, muffled from inside the boot.

'Good. I think these will match this outfit perfectly, won't they Mike?' Lydia said, picking up Ms Harris thigh boots especially selected as being her favourite.

'I completely agree darling. You look amazing.' Mike replied, almost in a trance like state.

As Lydia started putting on one of the thigh boots, Ms Harris began softly moaning into the boot. She had now sunken even lower as it dawned on her that Lydia had set her up. Seeing her own secretary dress in her most seductive underwear & start to pull on her favourite boots whilst she was made to kneel and sniff the sweaty smell of the boots she had earlier lost was the complete humiliation that Ms Harris found so very sexy. She was numb with the feeling of fear, shock & loathing at the employee who had managed to completely turn the tables and use her like the slut she really was.

Lydia pulled the second boot on and stood to admire her new look. Strolling over to the dresser, she pulled out of the bottom drawer a set of wrist cuffs, a length of rope and a black leather face strap complete with red ball gag.

'Now slut, what do you think. I think my new boots look good on me. Don't you agree?' Lydia said.

'Your new boots Ma'am? But, but I thought these boots were yours' Ms Harris answered, looking at the knee high's she was forced to sniff.

'Oh yes, they are too. In fact, I am going to "take over" your wardrobe for the foreseeable future. Unless you have an objection?' Lydia sneered.

Chapter 7

Ms Harris was on her knees, tearfully watching as her secretary paraded herself in front of her boyfriend while dressed in her sexiest underwear & her sexiest pair of boots. The boots, which had been a formidable ally to her in her conquests of blackmail and power, were now abruptly taken from her.

'So slut, what do you think? I'm so very grateful you've agreed to let me have these . They fit lit a glove, don't you agree?' Lydia said, sarcastically looking down upon her employer & completely enjoying the look of despondency in her eyes.

'Yes Miss. They're lovely.' Ms Harris replied, desperately trying not to look at her former boots.

'Come now, you can do better than that? I thought these were your favourite boots?' Lydia said.

Ms Harris looked up, tearfully, seeing how her gorgeous boots were being worn so seductively by a woman who was on a power trip of immense sexual stimulation. It hurt her to see how sexy Lydia was, especially as she looked on to see Mike perched on the edge of the bed admiring his girlfriends newly found confidence.




Cold Leather Revenge Pt. 02



Lydia picked up the wrist cuffs and walked over to Ms Harris. 

'I think you are feeling a little left out aren't you my little pet. Would you like me to pick out some boots for you to wear? Shall I repay the compliment for you being so nice and sharing with me?' Lydia said, towering over her broken boss.

Tearfully looking up at her secretary, Ms Harris felt a tiny glimmer of hope. A tiny pang of warmth at the prospect of reclaiming some of her lost dignity.

'Yyesss pleeeease Miss' she spoke softly, on the verge of sobbing.

'You wait there then like a good little slut.' Lydia replied.

Lydia strode out of the room, and Ms Harris could hear her heels clicking away loudly. Then they stopped. The nerves were getting to Ms Harris as she waited. Then the click's started again, getting louder and louder as they approached. Ms Harris could feel herself getting turned on. Turned on & excited at the prospect of wearing some leather boots. Excited at the feeling of having her feet & legs encased in that soft leather that made her feel so good.

The noise stopped just as the heels approached the bedroom. Lydia peered around the doorway. 

'Darling, I feel it is only right that we put Donna in a more comfortable position. Would you mind?' she called.

'Of course not.' He replied and stood at the end of the bed. 

'Here slut.' He called to Ms Harris while motioning her to join him.

She shuffled on her knees to his feet and looked up at his smiling face. God she felt turned on being on her knees at his feet. Looking up at him, she could see he was aroused.

Mike leant over & picked up the wrist cuffs & rope. He attached one cuff to each wrist and attached a length of rope to each one. Next he tied the rope to the top part of the posts at the foot of her bed so that she was stood, arms outstretched, shackled to the posts of her large four poster bed. 

Lydia strode into the room and admired Mike's handywork. Immediately, Ms Harris looked for her prize. Her head snapped around attempting to get a glimpse of her boots.

Lydia was holding a bag, which she bought up to Ms Harris face.

'You want these do you slut?' she asked.

'Mmmm, yesss Miss.' Ms Harris replied.

Lydia reached out and run her gloved fingers across Ms Harris pussy, feeling the dampness squelch in her pants.

'How much do you want them slut?' she teased at Ms Harris.

'Oh Miss, please. Please Miss, I need my boots.' Ms Harris replied, knowing the touch of Lydia's gloves was making her pussy drip in anticipation.

'Well, since you've been so good. But wait, one thing's missing...' Lydia said, as she walked over to the dresser. Bending down, she picked up something from the bottom drawer.

Ms Harris saw the straps and red ball gag and immediately tugged on her bonds.

'No Miss. Please. Don't gag me. I'll be good. I'll be quiet.' She pleaded.

'But MS HARRIS' Lydia mocked, 'I thought these were your toys? Surely you want to play with your toys?' she continued, and reached up -- placing the straps over Ms Harris head.

'Please Miss, Noooo...Mmm Hmm Grrrmmpp' was all Ms Harris could reply before the ball was shoved in her mouth. The straps were pulled taught & she was in.

Standing and admiring her little pet, Lydia noticed how the ball was clamped between Ms Harris teeth. The red of the ball matched the crimson colour of her lips, and Lydia could see small pockets of drool already starting to appear at the sides.

'Now slut. Shall we complete your outfit? Would you like your boots now?' Lydia asked.

'Mmmm Mmm Mmmm' Ms Harris mumbled, nodding profusely. 

Lydia picked up the bag and walked to the side of the bed. Ms Harris eyes watched intently as Lydia reached in and pulled a boot out.

'Mmmmm Nnnnnn Nnnnnnn' Ms Harris shrieked through the gag while thrashing her head from side to side as she saw Lydia had produced a pair of tatty old worn Ugg Boots.

'Now, now slut. That's not very appreciative is it!' Lydia sarcastically said, her lips curling with amusement at the impending further humiliation of her boss.

Bending down, Lydia struggled with Ms Harris to pull on the worn Ugg's. After battling to get one on her against her struggles, Lydia stood. 

'Now slut, stop struggling or else.' She snapped.

'Mmmm Nnnnooo mmmmm' Ms Harris garbled back in a defiant response.

With that, Lydia took one quick swing and bought her hand down across the cheeks of her arse.

'Hhhhmhhhhhhmmmmm' Ms Harris shrieked. Lydia yanked a handful of her hair, snapping her head back.

'You want more? No? Then I suggest you stand still. This is your new fashion, just for you.' Lydia continued and with that, she placed the other Ugg on Ms Harris.

Stepping back and admiring her degradation of the slut, Lydia had a beaming smile on her face. Ms Harris on the other hand was even more despondent now. Her humiliation was complete, or so she thought.

'What do you think darling?' Lydia spoke softly to Mike as she joined him at the side of the bed. 'Do YOU like MY new boots darling?' she continued, lifting one foot up onto the bed and seductively started stroking the leather teasingly.

'Oh yes my love. Those boots suit you, you wear them so well!' he replied, smiling, his hand wandering down to stroke the leather.

'I like them too. They make me feel very sexy. So sexy, that I'm going to fuck you. We need to christen these boots, and all the other boots in my new collection.' Lydia sexily replied, slowly turning so her eyes burnt into Ms Harris who was watching intently.

Chapter 8

Lydia climbed up onto the bed, resting herself on all four's facing Ms Harris. Mike climbed up behind her, tenderly resting the palms of his hands onto her buttocks. Lydia's face looked up at Ms Harris, their eyes transfixed on each other. Ms Harris, wide eyed and drooling. Lydia, wide eyed and smiling that wicked smile of a woman about to get fucked into next week.

As she felt him pull her back onto his cock, her eyes rolled. She let out a gasp as she felt his full length penetrate her. As she rocked forward onto her elbows, she let the leather glove that was so tightly wrapped around her hand fold in and cup one of her breasts. Mike swung back and forth, building up a motion that made Lydia shriek with pleasure at every thrust. Mike looked up at Ms Harris who was now mesmerised at the passion emanating from this couple. 

Her heart hand sunk as she realised she had never had these feelings of true passion. She watched intently as Lydia's eyes rolled at the slightest touch of her gloves, teasing and tweaking her own nipples as her boyfriend thrust into her -- now grabbing her buttocks, holding them in place, rocking them back and forth.

'Oh fuck me Mike, please fuck your leather bitch' Lydia echoed breathlessly.

'Yes, Yes' was all he could reply, completely caught up at the sight of his girlfriend taking him in.

As his pace slowed down, Lydia eased herself forward and rolled onto her back. Mike guided himself back between her legs and entered her again. Her leather booted legs wrapped themselves around him in a vice like grip as he gathered momentum again. She groaned with pleasure as his cock nestled itself into place rubbing her cervix and building her sensations up. 

Lydia tilted her head back, glaring at Ms Harris. She took such pleasure knowing that she had destroyed, humiliated & belittled the woman who had caused her so much anxiety for a long time. Ms Harris looked down into Lydia's eyes, jealous of the woman who lay before her. Jealous of the fact that she was getting fucked with real passion, real emotion and more importantly, her former wardrobe items and boots.

Her eyes still fixed on Ms Harris, Lydia spoke softly to Mike 'Is that good baby? Do you like the feel of my boots wrapped around you? My leather rubbing against your back and your arse. Pulling you deeper inside me?'

'Yes baby, yes baby, rub your boots on me' Mike meekly replied. He could see the pleasure Lydia was getting talking about her boots to Ms Harris via him. He was so turned on, he was struggling to stop himself from filling her up.

As the pressure mounted, Lydia could feel the sensation building up inside her 'Fuck me baby, fuck my leather, that's it, yes that's it, oh yesss, oh my god, oh yesssssss.....' she screamed, clamping her boots around Mike, locking him into place as her orgasm tore her apart. She looked up at Ms Harris with a beaming smile on her face, a triumphant smile that spoke a million words.

As the pressure started to subside, she lost control of her legs and they flopped down either side of Mike who looked like he was clinging on for dear life!

'Baby, I want you to cum. I want you to cum all over my new boots. Christen them for me. Fuck them. Cum all over them.' Lydia whispered sexily, all the while smiling up at the defeated Ms Harris.

Lydia swung her legs round so that they were laying across the bed in front of him, but still so that Ms Harris could get a full view. She reached up with her gloved hand and worked his cock across the leather of her boots. She held him firmly, tugging his cock back and forth, rubbing the leather while simultaneously cupping his balls with her other hand. 

All of a sudden Mike held his breath and let out a groan. Lydia picked up the pace and worked his cock into a frenzy as a shot of thick white cum splattered all across the length of her boots from the ankle to her knee. She could see the cum ooze along the leather, sneaking its way into every little crease & curve of the black shiny leather. Her hand still worked his cock, slowing down to a massaging pace, rubbing him along her boot ensuring that she had drained him of every last drop.

Finally she looked up at him and he bent down to give her a huge kiss.

'Baby, you are wonderful.' He said to Lydia, who in turn looked back up at Ms Harris.

'Slut, looks like you've some mess to clean up.'

'Mmmnnnnhhhh, Hhhmmmmnnnn' Ms Harris groaned as she shook her head from side to side in a defiant stance.

'We'll see about that' Lydia replied.

Mike climbed off the bed and stood behind Ms Harris, reaching up to release the strap holding the ball in place. As the ball popped out, it released a huge mountain of drool that had built up and was now dripping all over her breasts. As she panted deeply, readjusting herself to normal mouthfuls of air, she felt the ropes holding her wrists in place slacken. The sudden release of tension in the rope made her unsteady on her feet and she fell forwards onto the bed.

Like a shot, Lydia reached out and grabbed a handful of Ms Harris hair, forcing her face down to the now cum covered boots.

'Clean that up you worthless slut.' Lydia barked.

Ms Harris who's face was now snaking across the cum covered leather had little choice but to obey. She inhaled that leather smell, coupled with human sweat and that sweet pungent aroma filled her nostrils. She felt the instant reaction in her pussy as her panties started getting moist again. Without hesitating she eagerly started licking and sucking on the cum, making sure her tongue and nose covered every inch of those gorgeous boots.

Still holding a handful of hair as Lydia moved her in closer, Lydia reached across and spanked her arse with her other gloved hand.

'Mmmmmm...' Ms Harris moaned.

'You like that slut, don't you?' Lydia asked.

'Mmmm. Yesss Miss...' Ms Harris replied, still enthusiastically lapping up the cum, her face and tongue bending and twisting to ensure she got maximum coverage of the boots.

'Shall I stop, Slut?' Lydia asked.

'Please Miss, No. Spank me Miss. Please.' Ms Harris subserviently replied.

Lydia brought another hand down across her arse.

'Mmmmmm. Thank you Miss.' Ms Harris said.

'My My how the mighty have fallen' Lydia laughed 'Look at you. Look what you've been reduced to. What are you?' Lydia continued.

'I'm a slut Miss. I'm your cum licking, boot licking slut. Please Miss, more. I need more. I need you.' Ms Harris replied, her own pussy now on fire purely as a result of her degradation.

'Lay on your back, like the slut you are.' Lydia ordered, which Ms Harris did instantly. Lydia sat up and raised her boot so that the toe of her boot was just about resting on Ms Harris pussy.

'What do you want Slut? Shall I fuck you with my boot? What are you going to do for me? How much do you really want this?' Lydia teased.

'Please Miss. I'll do anything. Anything at all. Please use me. Please fuck me with your sexy boots. Use me Miss. I am yours.' Ms Harris shrieked in reply, the sensation and anticipation now becoming unbearable.

Lydia gently pressed down and applied pressure to the pussy beneath her boot. Straight away, Ms Harris let out a sigh. Lydia applied more pressure, the point of her boot now pressing down onto the labia in a gently circular motion.

'Oh Miss. Yesss. Please Miss, fuck my slutty pussy with your boot. I need your boot to own me. Use me.' Ms Harris screamed.

'You submit to me Slut. Your orgasm is a testament to my power and authority over you, do you understand?' Lydia barked, pressure now growing under her foot as she continued to quicken the pace.

'Yes Miss. Anything Miss. Anything for you Miss.' Ms Harris replied, her own pussy now tottering on the edge of one of the most powerful orgasms her body had ever felt.

'Now Slut. Release.' Lydia said as she rammed the point of her boot into the dripping pussy beneath her.

Now she was firmly trapped under-boot, with her body betraying her and going into overdrive. Wave after wave of orgasmic sensation overtook her as she thrashed about. Reaching up and grabbing the boot, she ground it harder into her pussy, working it, covering it with her own juices.

Ms Harris collapsed in a heap, trembling and shaking, knowing that she was owned. And she was excited about it.

To be continued...



Cold Leather Revenge



Mike was now beginning to get intrigued and all the while she was almost touching herself up. Her gloved hand rubbing up and down the black leather of her boot while she spoke. Riding up to her thigh as she slurred, teasing the nylon with her leather coated fingers. Mike decided to take a chance, wondering if the effects of the wine would allow her to open up to him. He rested one hand on the boot laying across his lap. Gently squeezing the soft leather, he began to tease her leg. Feeling his hand through her boot she let out a sigh of excitement.

'Let me give you an example.' She slurred 'Look at these gorgeous boots.' She said, motioning to the boot Mike was now caressing.

'They are lovely Ms Harris.' Mike said, enjoying seeing her slur & getting excited at the attention he was paying her.

'Yes they are. And you're not the only one who thinks so. The number of men I have seduced, taken control of, made into my own little lapdogs merely at the tap of one of my many pairs of boots is beyond imagination. And here...' she motioned, raising her gloved hand up to him 'Smell!' she commanded.

Mike leant across and inhaled the soft leather of her glove. It smelt divine. Inhaling deeply, he could feel stirring going on in his trousers.

'It is all about the leather. The power & control I have over men just by simply wearing & flaunting leather items is unbelievable. My boots are my power!' She slurred. 'There are too many people to mention in positions of power & influence that haven't succumbed to my leather infatuation. I have a log book tucked away in my desk. There would be some mind blowing exclusives if that ever got out I can tell you!' she giggled at him.

'I'm sure there would be Ms Harris.' Mike smiled at her. He knew she loved boasting about her 'conquests' & could see by the look in her now glazed eyes that this was a woman who loved a power trip. 

'Well, I really must be going Ms Harris. Once again, it was a pleasure working for you. I will make sure you receive a copy of all paperwork once it has been signed off. Mike said.

'Oh must you go?' she sighed 'Very well. You run along to that girlfriend of yours.' She said, struggling to get to her feet & balancing on her five inch heels.

'Are you ok Ms Harris? Can you manage?' he said, reaching out and grabbing one of her arms to stop her from falling down.

'Hmm I would appreciate a hand if it's not too much trouble.' She slurred.

'Of course. After all, you're the boss!' he replied, playing up to her obvious sense of authority.

'And don't you forget it young man!' she replied, giggling.

Placing one of her arms around his shoulder, Mike practically dragged Ms Harris up the stairs -- eventually finding her bedroom. Laying her down, he swung her legs round so she was safely on the bed.

'Take my boots off for me' she slurred, now practically asleep.

Mike reached down & ran his hands across her boot. Gently squeezing, he felt her tense up and she let out a soft moan. He rand one hand across her ankle & slowly up to her knee. Reaching the zipper, he slowly pulled it towards her ankle. As the leather casing came free from her leg, he ran one hand up on the soft nylon on her leg. She moaned as she felt his hands on her. Pulling one boot off, his hand grabbed her food. He gently but firmly massaged the sole of her foot, running his hand along the underside up to her toes. Gently turning her foot he saw her toe nails were painted the same scarlett red as her finger nails. He bent down to inhale the musky aroma of a foot that had, until a second ago, been encased in soft leather. As he deeply inhaled, he felt her moaning softly.

He reached over & picked up her boot, raised it to his face and inhaled the inside where her foot had just been. Instantly, the aroma hit him and he felt his legs go weak.

He moved over & reached for her other booted foot. Raising it up so he could see along the line of her leg, he noticed her skirt had ridden up revealing a lacy top stocking and black suspender clasp. Tracing his fingers from her leather encased toes, he gently rubbed through her boot all the way to her ankle up her calf and up to her knee. Rolling her onto her front, he reached up and undid the zipper on her skirt. Almost automatically, she shifted her body to allow him to wriggle the skirt down to her ankles and off and rolled her onto her back. Next he undid the buttons on her blouse, pulled her arms through one at a time and removed it. 

Standing back, Mike now looked down on the unconscious like Ms Harris. One boot still on & one removed. He closely examined her long slender legs & the black stockings that led to a lacy thigh, firmly held in place by a black lacy suspender belt, this was covered by a tiny black lacy thong. He body was well toned & he could see she had looked after herself. Although she was laying on her back, he could see that her breasts still filled out her black lacy bra nicely. His hand gently moved across one of her breasts and onto her cleavage. As he did this, he remaining gloved hand spontaneously reached up and cupped her left breast. He bent his face down and gently inhaled the leather of her glove. His lip lingered on the soft leather as he slowly moved across her hand and down across her fingers. Sensing this, she squeezed her breast. His mouth and nose moved onto her breast as he lightly started to nuzzle at her nipple through her bra. Automatically, she started to moan and writhe around on her bed.

Mike seized the opportunity & pulled out his phone. He took half a dozen pictures of her unconsciously playing with her own breasts and then he moved her gloved hand down to her pussy. Instinctively, she started to play with herself. As she did this, he switched his camera to movie mode and filmed her unconsciously pleasuring herself. He could see that she was working herself up to an orgasm, as she muttered some words. 

'Mmmm, worship me. Worship my leather. Yessss. My boots are my power. My power over you. Yessss. Yessssss. Yessssss.'

As he filmed her, she continued to rub herself, her naked leg instinctively rubbing itself onto her booted leg. As her orgasm hit her, she slumped on the bed. 

Mike removed her other boot & glove and pulled the duvet over her, while she snuggled herself down into a deep sleep.

Shutting her bedroom door, he crept back downstairs and entered the study. Collecting his things, he realised that the Dictaphone was still on and had recorded their entire conversation. Looking across to her desk, the realisation now hit him that he had a number of pieces of evidence that, if used cautiously, could be the answer to his career prospects and also the key to making some serious money.

He opened a few drawers, looking for the log book. Finally, he came across a stack of books that had written on the side "A-L" & "M-Z". Flipping open a couple of pages, he could see the names of acquaintances that Ms Harris had a 'grip' over, along with a detailed description like a diary entry.

Putting the two books in his briefcase along with the Dictaphone he looked up at the picture of Ms Harris in her riding gear. 'Why not' he thought, and put that in too.

Driving home, he wondered whether he should explain everything to Lydia. She was after all the woman he intended on spending the rest of his life with, and to be dishonest to her of all people was not something he could bring himself to do.

He decided that he would be honest with Lydia. He had the evidence & Ms Harris clearly now had a large amount of cash available & he seriously doubted she would want to rebut his claims and take any chance of this information going public. No, he would explain everything to Lydia & if she went along with it, then they would go for it.

Walking up to his front door, he felt nervous. He turned the key & stepped through the front door, his sweaty palm still clutching his briefcase containing all of his recently acquired evidence.

'Honey I'm home! We need to talk...' he said.

Chapter 3

'Hi Babe, how was your day?' Lydia said as she looked up to see her boyfriend enter the room.

'Err, it was, well, it was different.' Mike replied as he slumped down on the sofa next to her.

'Oh. That doesn't sound too good! Do you want to talk about it?' Lydia said, looking deflated and concerned.

Nervously, Mike started 'Well that depends. Babe, you know you said you were concerned about our money problems and that we would be in serious trouble if we were hit financially?' 

'Yes. I am worried, especially with everything that's going on with "the bitch" right now!' Lydia replied 'Why? Please don't tell me you have problems at work too?'

'No, no my work is fine. It's just that, well, I might have accidentally stumbled across a solution. But it depends on how far you are willing to go?' he said.

'Babe, I'm confused.' Lydia said 'What do you mean?'

'Well, the woman who's case I have been dealing with has just been made extremely rich through her divorce settlement. Extremely rich -- to the sum of £24 million to be exact.' Mike exclaimed.

'£24 million pounds?!? Oh my god!' said Lydia, shocked at the amount.

'Yes. That's who I called in on, on my way home this evening -- to finalise the agreement and get the papers signed and everything. But one of the conditions was that she make a recorded statement and I accidentally left the recorder on after she had finished.' Mike explained.

'Oh. Well I'm sure you won't get into any trouble for that sweetheart? Surely you can just edit out the section you want, can't you?' Lydia said.

'Yes, yes. I'm sure I can. But that's not everything. In the conversation that followed, she got quite drunk and said things I'm not sure she meant to. I mean, I believe she has incriminated herself!' Mike said, looking very guilty & ashamed of himself.

'Incriminating? How? What do you mean?' Lydia said, now looking very serious.

'I think there are certain people that she might have been blackmailing over the years. She admitted it all, including telling me that she kept evidence log books!' Mike said. 'Here, let me show you.' He went on.

Mike took out the Dictaphone from his briefcase and forwarded through the statement that had been recorded. Pausing at the start of the incriminating conversation, he looked at Lydia. 'Babe, are you sure you want to hear this? I mean, we could be accessories just by knowing this stuff. She was quite eccentric. Quite flirtatious, especially the more drunk she became. In the end I had to put her to bed as she passed out!'

'Yes, I want to hear. You've got me intrigued now!' Lydia replied 'After all, we can always edit out the statement & delete the rest can't we?'

'Yes. You are right. Ok.' Mike said as he pressed play on the recording.

Within two seconds of the recording being played back Lydia shrieked 'No! It can't be! Babe, Turn the volume up!'

Mike turned the volume up to maximum & Lydia listened intently, open mouthed. As Ms Harris rambled on, a huge beaming smile appeared across Lydia's face.

'The Bitch!' she said.

'Babe?' mike replied, looking stunned.

'That's her! The bitch from work! The bitch that's been making my life hell!' Lydia shrieked.

Mike pulled the picture of Ms Harris out of his briefcase and passed it to Lydia.

'Yes. That's definitely her!' she almost shouted.

Lydia listened to the whole recording, about how Ms Harris hard been just like her once & seized her opportunity with both hands.

'Babe, you know what this means?' Lydia said looking excitedly into Mike's eyes 'I've got her. I've got that fucking bitch!'

'Babe, there's more.' Mike said, pulling his phone out. He showed Lydia the pictures & then the video.

'So, she loves her boots does she? That explains why she's always tottering around like lady muck.' She replied 'Well we'll see about that. She's going to pay dearly for the way she's treated me!'

After replaying the recording a couple of times, Lydia had compiled quite a few notes. Mike had made a copy of the proper recorded statement and filed it in his briefcase along with all the signed documents ready for the court.

Mike looked across at Lydia who was sat day dreaming on the sofa. 'Babe. Are you sure about this?'

'Fuck yes. I'm sure. You don't know what she's put me through. And with everything here, I'm certain she wouldn't want it going public. You were right, this could be the end of our worries!' she replied. 

The next morning, Lydia woke up to beaming sunshine bursting through the windows. Mike was next to her, still dozing. Her mind wandered to the recordings, the pictures & the video on Mike's phone that she had now copied onto her phone as well as backing up onto several disks. A wave of excited emotion poured over her as she snuggled into Mike, making him stir.

'Morning sleepy' she whispered softly to him.

'Morning gorgeous' he replied, snuggling up to her.

'Today my love. Today is the start of a new time for us.' She whispered as she wriggled her bottom against his cock. Instinctively, he pulled her close.

'Are you sure about this babe?' Mike replied.

'Never been more sure about anything apart from the fact that I love you!' and with that, aligned herself up and immediately plunged herself onto his now throbbing cock.

Chapter 4

Strolling through the office, Lydia had a new found wave of confidence. She was excitedly nervous about confronting Ms Harris. Mike had arranged to file the papers and the legitimate recording at the court first thing & would then call Ms Harris to confirm everything had been finalised. He would then signal Lydia that everything was done.

Lydia sat at her desk going through a few documents, her evidence closely guarded in a brown envelope tucked under her keyboard. Then that all too familiar sound came. The sounds of heel clicking away along the corridor. Then she was there.

Lydia smirked as she watched Ms Harris swan along the corridor towards her office. Her heels clicking on the floor turned out to be a pair of knee length five inch black leather stiletto boots. Her slender legs encased in nylon disappeared under a black skirt. A long black leather jacket with matching gloves completed her 'bitch' look. Lydia watched as the male heads turned as she glided past them, which made her rage burn inside her. Ms Harris reached her office and entered, slamming her door shut behind her. Lydia thought she would give her a few minutes to 'settle in' before making her approach.

Sat at her desk, Ms Harris was reading an e-mail when her telephone rang.

'Yes?' she answered.

'Hello, Ms Harris? It's Mike Lucas.' He started.

'Oh yes, good morning Mr Lucas.' She replied.

'Good morning. I thought I would let you know that I delivered the documents & recording to the judge first thing this morning & everything has been processed. Congratulations Ms Harris. You are now a free, and very rich lady.' Mike said.

'Why, Mr Lucas, thank you. That is excellent news!' she replied.

'I am sorry about last night, I'm not quite sure what happened? The last thing I remember is signing the documents & making a recorded statement. The next thing I remember is waking up in bed this morning!' Ms Harris continued.

'Not to worry Ms Harris. We concluded our business but you seemed a little worse for wear after our celebratory drinks &I couldn't possibly leave you on your sofa so I took you up to your bed. I hope you don't mind?' Mike said.

'Oh Mr Lucas, no not at all. You are such a gentleman for taking care of me. I'm rather embarrassed to tell the truth! You could have done anything to me! Red wine has that affect on me, leaves me with no memory of events!' she continued.

'All part of the service Ms Harris, don't you worry. Well, I must be going. I have an appointment with another client in a short while. I just wanted to give you the good news as soon as possible.' Mike said.

'Oh no, that's absolutely wonderful. Thank you again. Goodbye.' She said & ended the call.

Lydia's mobile phone vibrated as the text message came through. #All done. She doesn't remember a thing about last night. Over the moon about the money. Go get her sweetheart!#

Knocking on the office door & entering, Lydia saw Ms Harris was lying on her sofa. Looking up at her, Ms Harris said 'Yes? What do you want, bothering me this early.'

'Good morning Ms Harris. I have an envelope for you.' Lydia said, reaching out to pass her the envelope.

'What the hell is this? This had better be important. I have much more important things to do with my time! Don't forget you are on review. One step out of line & I'll kick your fat arse right out of here!' she snapped back at Lydia, who was now standing at the foot of the sofa attempting to withhold her devious grin.

Opening the envelope, Ms Harris pulled out a stack of photographs -- of her laying on her bed masturbating and touching herself.

'What the fuck are these? How did you get these you little bitch!' she snapped at Lydia.

'Never you mind. Carry on. There's more...' Lydia said. Ripping open the envelope, Ms Harris pulled out some A4 photocopies of a log book.

Recognising her hand writing, she gasped 'What the fuck? How!' she shrieked.

Just at that moment, Lydia pulled out the Dictaphone and pressed play. Immediately Ms Harris heard her own hugely distinguishable voice. The voice that was describing how she had a hug of blackmailing activities & how she started as a simple secretary in this very company. Clicking stop, Lydia looked down at Ms Harris who was now as white as a sheet & looking extremely anxious.

'Where did you get these?' Ms Harris said.

'As I said MS Harris' Lydia emphasising the MS as she spoke 'Never you mind that. What you do have to worry about however is how you are going to explain this to, lets see, the MD of this company? The press once it's on all the front pages & also the police for bribery, blackmail & extortion. Pretty serious charges I think, don't you? Lydia said, not getting huge pleasure from seeing Ms Harris sunken eyes.

She knew she was defeated. There was no cover up. No way to wriggle out. Photo's, signatures & handwriting & even a voice taping!

'What do you want?' Ms Harris said in a broken voice.

'What I want is to make you fucking suffer, like you've made me suffer you snooty bitch!' Lydia seethed.

'I'm sure we can come to some arrangement, let's be adult about this.' Ms Harris practically begged.

'Oh yes, I'm sure we can Donna.' Lydia said -- using Ms Harris christian name for the first time. Flinching at this, Ms Harris stood and walked over to her desk. Perching her bottom on the edge of her desk, she looked Lydia up and down. She had never seen this side of her before. She looked very different. Angry. Confident.

'That is good to hear. About your review. I don't think we need to progress that any more do we. Let's just keep this between the two of us and say nothing more about it. What do you say?' Ms Harris said, attempting to regain the authority of the situation.

'Review? What review is that then Donna. As far as I am concerned, it never happened. Did it?' Lydia said with a stern look in her eyes.

'Of course not. Of course.' Ms Harris replied, moving to sit at her desk.

'Did I tell you that you could sit Donna?' Lydia snapped.

'Err, well, no.' Ms Harris replied, shaken.

'So get your arse back round here. Now!' Lydia barked at her.

Quickly scurrying, Ms Harris returned to her position slouching on the front of her desk.

'Actually, I think you would be better here. Right here. At my knees.' Lydia said, pointing to her feet with one finger.

'Excuse me?' Ms Harris replied.

'Here bitch. Now. Move it. Else I get the copies I have safely stored and started sending them out.' Lydia retorted.

Ms. Harris could see from the snarl in Lydia's face that she wasn't joking. She slithered across to her knees at her feet. Lydia smirked at the way Ms Harris tottered on her heels, bowing down before her.




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