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The following story is a work of fiction. It contains sexual themes
and descriptions. It includes Transgender themes and depictions of
Bondage, Domination and Submission. It is meant purely for
entertainment and no endorsement or condemnation of the subjects is
implied or intended. IF YOU ARE BOTHERED, REPULSED OR OTHERWISE
OFFENDED BY THIS SUBJECT MATTER DO NOT READ THIS STORY.
My Boots - A Short Story - By: Bootlover
I still don?t know how I came to do this. It had to be the boots. I
bought them from Frederick?s of Hollywood. Black, patent leather,
with a spikey 4? inch heel and a pointed toe. They came all the way
up to my knees. Not the typical knee high boots that cover the calf,
these came almost over my knee caps. Fresh out of the box they were
stiff, shiny and I couldn?t help but call them my Bitch Boots.
I have always had a boot and high heel fetish. I don?t remember quite
how or when my fetish started but I can recall being interested at an
early age in women?s high heels and boots. The best opportunity I had
to check out footwear was, oddly enough, at church. Women still
dressed up to go to church when I was a kid and high heel pumps were
the fashion of the day. I?m guessing I was around 8 or 9 at the time
and I remember being fixated on the high heels. As I grew older the
focus became more and more on boots, though I still liked pumps.
I remember seeing women in Playboy wearing boots, which in the late
70s early 80s were not always the spike heel variety, my true
favorite. Even though the boots were often suede or had thicker heels
I still loved the way they looked, and the way they made the models
look. Penthouse had the best boots, much more ?fetishy?. Thigh highs,
black leather or patent were often the selection on the Penthouse
models. I coveted those glimpses of spikes and leather with naked
breasts and exposed pussies. My fetish became stronger and I wanted
to experience the feel of a pair of boots. I wanted to feel leather
encasing my leg and experience the thrill of a spike heel on my foot.
During high school I boldly explored the boot world one afternoon by
sneaking into a teacher?s secluded office and trying on her boots.
They were crepe sole (yuck!) with only a 1 ? inch heel (why bother),
they were brown (not my favorite color, or even one of my top three
favorite colors) and they laced up (I prefer zips). Who knows what
size they were, probably around a women?s nine and crammed by teenage
men?s nine foot into them and laced them up. Ecstasy! I probably only
wore them for about a minute. I was too afraid of being caught to
be in them any longer. I was never bold enough to get to them again,
either. (As an aside, the teacher who owned the boots became an
object of my affection, not because she was pretty or well built but
because she wore boots.) Sometime around this time I bought my first
pair of heels.
I remember that they came out of a bin at a salvage store. They were
as cheap as could be. They were slides, made out of molded plastic
with a 3? heel. The cheap patent look plastic straps that went across
the toes/instep were held in place by small brads nailed into the
molded plastic sole. I wore them when I was alone in the house. My
big feet pulled the plastic strap loose and I had to re-nail them.
The heels bent under my weight. But in a pair of my mother?s nylons
they were fun to wear. I don?t remember what became of them. My
basement hiding place was not very good and they may have been
discovered or I may have thrown them out myself (my first ?purge??).
I do know that if my parents found them they never said anything to
me.
When I went away to college I dated a woman who was pretty tall and
wore a women?s size 10. She had a nice pair of 4? stack heel,
brown/grey suede boots. (She also had some other heels but that?s
another story.) I used to sneak into her room and force my foot into
those boots and zip them up. They were so tight on my calves and put
me so high in the air, I loved wearing them! Unfortunately her class
schedule changed, as did her roomates and I no longer had the
opportunity to be alone with her boots. When the weather changed she
did not wear them anymore and my relationship with her ended before
we ever explored my boot and heel fetishes. It?s been a long dry
spell since then, a few pumps here, a pair of nice 4? stacked heel
Nine West ankle boots but no real boots
And then, on a trip to LA I went to the Mecca of sexy, slutty wear ?
Frederick?s of Hollywood. And there, in the shoe department, were 4?
spike heeled leather boots for the miraculous price of $39. I had to
have a pair and even thought they didn?t have the leather, only
patent in my size I could not resist. I bought a pair. I hastily
tried them on in the car, threw them in my suitcase and headed for
the plane home. Much of the flight I thought about them, much of the
ride home in the taxi, I thought about them.
Once I was home and alone I put them on. They were wonderful! The fit
was right on and the heels felt fantastic under my heel. The look and
shine of the boots was so alluring as I modeled them in front of a
full-length mirror. I truly felt powerful and sexy all at once. I had
to tell the world about my new boots, so I went online. In the chat
rooms people congratulated me on my new purchases, expressed their
envy and talked about their boot collections. Then one chatter
struck a conversation with me. His handle was ?Golden Boy? and he
talked about his love for boots. As he discussed his fantasies he
asked if he could meet me and admire my boots. We talked more and I,
already turned on from my new boots, became more aroused at listening
to his ideas. Golden Boy asked again to meet me. I was nervous and
excited, I had never done anything like this before but somewhere
deep inside an urge I couldn?t control made me say yes. I have
never had a bisexual experience though I have had some fantasies.
Making this leap to reality is huge.
So now here I am, standing in a bathroom of a motel room, looking at
myself in a mirror. Allow me to describe what I see. I am wearing my
new Bitch Boots, a pair of crotchless black pantyhose, a black latex
mini skirt shined to a high gloss, a loose white blouse and a pair of
black leather gloves that come to my wrists. Dangling from my right
wrist is a black riding crop. My cock is erect, pressing against the
latex as it tries to stand straight out. I am excited, aroused and
tingling in anticipation. I open the door and step out.
The lights are mostly low, just a few candles around the room and one
lamp on. The lamp is covered on top so it?s light only falls on the
floor. I know what Golden Boy will like and I step forward until my
boots are within the circle of light. I hear a slight draw of breath
from the corner and he steps out toward me. He is Golden Boy because
of his blond hair that is long and wavy, reaching down his neck. He
is Golden Boy because of the light tan all over his unblemished
skin. His teeth are white and perfect. In another arena he would be a
surfer, that is how he looks. He is wearing jeans and a loose shirt.
?Take them off,? I tell him and he unbuttons his jeans. He pulls his
shirt over his head and as he does so his upper body is exposed to
me. Then he slips down his jeans and stands there in nothing but a
tight pair of black bikinis. Golden Boy?s body is firm, smooth and
defined but not bulky. More than a swimmer?s sleek build but not a
linebacker.
?When you?re ready,? I said in a condescending a tone as I could
muster. He actually dropped to his knees! He didn?t bend or slowly
put one knee then the other down, he really dropped. Then onto his
palms as well and he crawled forward to me. He lowered his head and
began to kiss the toes of my boots. What an experience. Another human
being was prostrating himself in front of me and kissing the toes of
my boots. A strange feeling surged through me. A feeling of power and
arousal born of that power.
?Lick them? I ordered. Golden Boy began to lick my right boot. His
tongue glided over the toe, the instep and around the ankle. I could
feel a light pressure wherever his tongue moved. It felt strange but
wonderful. I loved it. As Golden Boy worked over my boot I felt my
cock push harder against the thin latex that held it in check. It was
really straining now and the black material stretched, clearly
showing the outline of the head as if it were molded into the
material.
Meanwhile my slave had begun to administer his lick shine on my left
boot. His tongue swirls and swipes over the patent leather. He
cradles the boot in his hands, almost lovingly pulling it to his
face. I am so enjoying this! I turn and walk away from him. He crawls
behind me on all fours like a pet. I sit on the edge of the bed and
he begins again to kiss and caress my boots with his lips and tongue.
I raise my right boot and he, without instruction, sucks the heel. I
fuck his mouth with the heel while I use my left heel to poke and
prod at his cock and balls in his tiny black bikini. I hear only the
lightest moans as he sucks and I tease. I can see his fluid has begun
to seep through the thin nylon. I push against it with the sole of my
boot and he moans louder. Meanwhile my own cock is beginning to seep
as well.
I raise my left boot, and he switches from sucking my right heel to
licking my left sole. I can barely stand it. ?Lick here,? I command,
pointing at my crotch. The little tease moved up between my thighs
and began to run his tongue over the head of my cock through the
latex of my skirt! While technically doing what he was told, Golden
Boy was teasing me like crazy. The sensation was a muted pleasure as
I could feel his tongue on my most sensitive spot but not at full
intensity. It was driving me crazy. And then he slipped tongue under
the edge of the skirt and began to trace around the underside of my
cock head with the tip. While this was immensely pleasurable it would
not provide with the release I now craved so much. ?Stand up, hands
on the bed,? I barked to my slave. Doing as he was told he rose and
moved to the foot of the bed, he bent over placing his hands on the
bed. I now craved only one thing ? satisfaction!
Moving behind him I could not help but admire his muscular thighs and
hard, dimpled butt. I reached out and tore the bikini of him was
pleasantly surprised to see he had prelubed his hole. I peeled up my
skirt and put my engorged head at his hole. My 4? heels gave me the
extra height and leverage I needed and I worked my way in. it felt as
glorious as I imagined it would and the pleasurable emanations from
my cock almost blurred my mind. I do know that my hands were roaming
his smooth skin, feeling the firm muscles under. My hands held his
hips as he spoke for the first time.
?Fuck me hard,? was all he said. I began to thrust hard and deep into
him. Each apex of my thrust being met with a grind of his ass into my
crotch and a slight grunt/moan. My climax was building hard and fast.
I glued myself to his body, reaching around to pinch, pull and twist
his nipples. I could feel him clamp his cunt around me as I buried on
last thrust and exploded. Golden Boy moaned as he felt me pump my
load into him. As I released his nipples from my fingers he gasped.
My orgasm was supreme. The feeling of power combined with the
outright sexiness provided by my boots threw me over the edge. I was
weak from the intensity of my orgasm and almost collapsed on him. My
head was spinning. I could feel him panting under me as I pulled out,
leaving a trail of cum across his cheek and thigh. As I stood up and
straightened my skirt he again fell to his knees at my feet. His
erection was protruding from his crotch. He looked up at me and said,
?Please?.
I knew what he wanted. I gave him permission. He rubbed his cock up
and down the shafts of my boots, then began to masturbate. He came
quickly and shot his load on my boots. I watched as jet after jet hit
the shafts and the white jizz trickled down in long trails onto the
instep. As he squeezed his last drop onto the toe of my boot I
admired the look of the white globs against the shining black patent.
And then dear Golden Boy bent his face to my boots and licked them
clean.
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