Little Cousin Emmi - CHAPTER 1

Stan was visiting his cousin's house when one day only he and his youngest cousin Emmi were left alone at the house for the day. As the two held casual post-breakfast conversation, Emmi couldn't help but notice the lingering glances he kept giving her boots. She was wearing black knee-high leather boots over her jeans today, accentuating her slim 165cm figure – extended today by the 10cm heels. She smiled to herself, amused by his poorly-hidden interest in her footwear. Now a 22 year old bombshell, she was quite familiar with male attraction. But Stan had never acted like this before; she knew he wasn’t into blonde chicks, or cousins for that matter. Clearly these boots were stirring something different. Her curiosity provoked, she decided to take the bait and see just how far she could push her older cousin.
"Hey, you know, if you like my boots so much, you should see the rest of my collection up in my room," she said, flashing him a mischievous grin. "I've got all sorts of shoes, boots, heels… You name it."
Stan's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe his luck. His cousin Emmi was actually offering to show him her shoe collection! "Oh…sorry, it’s just a thing…" he managed to croak out, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. Trying to stay calm, he regained composure; "OK little cuz, show me!"
“Sure!” Emmi extended a wave, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. Stan walked eagerly behind her, her heels clicking audibly on the wood floor as her blonde ponytail swaying across her waist. He wasn’t sexually interested in his cousin. But he knew she was a hottie that drove the other guys wild and often used it to use it to her advantage – she’d make a great dominatrix he thought.
Up in Emmi's bedroom, Stan settled on edge of her bed. Emmi opened a wide closet to reveal rows upon rows of shoes, boots, and heels. Emmi leaned back against her closet door, her eyes scanning the collection with a mixture of pride and amusement. "So," she said, glancing over at Stan, "which ones do you want to see first?"
Stan's gaze darted from Emmi's face to her shoes and back again, his heart racing. Now was the best opportunity to push his luck. "Emmi," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "I guess you noticed have a… a particular interest in boots, especially high heels." As he said the words, he felt a blush creep up his cheeks, embarrassed but oddly aroused by his own confession.
Emmi raised an eyebrow, her expression somewhere between surprise and intrigue. "Oh?" she purred. "And what exactly is it about boots that interests you?" As she spoke, she reached down and ran her hands over the smooth leather of her boots, stopping at the pointed heel.
Stan swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Emmi's movements. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her long, toned legs, her stocking-covered toes wiggling playfully as she removed the boots. "I-I… I have a… a kind of fetish involving women in boots," he stammered, his face burning with shame.
"What kind of fetish, exactly?" Emmi ask inquisitively. "It's ok, I wont judge."
"I… I have a fetish for… for ballbusting. I love it when women kick men in the balls. There's just something about that control dynamic…the weaker female taking down the stronger male using his one weak spot. And like…boots are her tool of choice, they symbolize dominance to me." Stan’s cheeks went beet-red; it had all spilled out too fast.
Emmi's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth forming an "Ooooh" as she finally registered the full extent of Stan's confession. For a moment, she didn't know whether to be amused or taken aback. Then, as she looked down at his crotch, where his jeans tentatively began to strain, she let out a hearty laugh. "Wow, cuz! I've never heard of anyone having a fetish for ballbusting before!" She giggled, leaning down to get a better look at his crotch. "Hey, you want me to do it? To kick you in the balls, right here, right now?"
"Uh…seriously?” Stan squeaked out, squirming a little where he sat, the front of his jeans still tentatively straining.
Emmi smiled deviously and stepped forward, her slim hands wrapping around his waist. “Its obvious you want this; I’ve noticed your erection even back in the kitchen. Now just hold still…”
She brought her toe up, aiming for the spot between his legs, before delivering a powerful kick, her boot making solid contact with his groin. "There you go, cuz! Just a little taste of what you've been wanting, hm?" she chuckled breathlessly, her eyes dancing with amusement.
Stan gasped, his eyes squeezed shut as the pain from her kick exploded through his body. "Fuck!" he moaned, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he tried not to move too much. "Damn, solid kick cuz, have you done this before?" he managed to squeak out between clenched teeth.
"Not really…what, have you never tried this before?"
Regaining his composure, Stan chanced revealing more of his inward desires to his younger cousin. "Well, I am hoping to go see a dominatrix one day…but they're expensive."
As she watched his reaction, Emmi felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She always tried to push the limits of her many boyfriends, but social norms had held her sadistic desires in check. She stepped back, eyeing him carefully as he tried to catch his breath. "Well, well, Stan… if that's what you want," she began, slowly easing her hand toward his pant-covered erection before pinching it between her fingers. "I can try to help you with that…but it's only fair I have my fun with you too, hm?"
She leaned forward and placed the sole of her boot on the bulge in his pants, pressing his cock against his thigh and causing him to let out a strangled moan. She smiled smugly to herself, pleased at how much control she had over him with just a single kick. And with so much more to explore…
"Really, Emmi?" Stan panted, his heart racing with anticipation. "Alright, but we can't tell anyone about this, ok?" His words trailed off into a groan as she circled his tip with her finger drawing it closer and closer to the edge of release.
"Alright, Stan," Emmi purred, tracing a delicate line from his collarbone down to his navel. "But on one condition: you have to let me be your dominatrix for the entire day. You have to do whatever I say, when I say it. No questions asked." She paused, looking him in the eye, to make sure he understood the gravity of her words. "And no mercy, either. You're my science experiment today, Stan. I want to see just how much control I can really have over you."
A shiver ran down Stan's spine at the thought of being completely at Emmi's mercy. His heart pounded in his chest, and his cock twitched in anticipation. "I-I understand," he managed to croak out. "You can do whatever you want to me."
Emmi smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Good boy," she cooed, slapping his chest playfully. "Now, why don't we head back downstairs and see just how well you'll do at being my little slave?" And with that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving a nervous but exhilarated Stan to trail after her.