Author's note: The second half of this story was actually written first, and it was done in collaboration with a submissive male "ghost writer". It provides a male perspective on sensual female domination and prick teasing with a focus on his spike-heeled boot fetish. After working on the story with him, I thought it would be fun to add a little introductio...
I stared at the spot where the boots weren't. Quite clearly there were no boots on the circular stand. I had a fairly clear idea of what they looked like - calf-high, with chunky heels and a slight platform - but since there was nothing on the stand they had to be the result of an overactive imagination. Had I been anywhere other than where I was, I would ha...
This happened several years ago. I relive it in my mind now and then and wish it could be repeated every time I do. I all began innocently enough, after all I was at a family holiday gathering at the home of my brothers wife's sister. The only family member missing was my niece, Ashlee, she would be arriving later as she had to work a few hours that Christm...
My uncle died long time ago, when I was a small kid, and I barely remember him. Aunt was left with their daughter, but never married again and rose her alone. Uncle was aunt's love from student days (they both studied Law, and became excellent lawyers), and aunt whole time was saying that uncle was her only true love in her whole life. Aunt was fighting all...
I had met them on a Sunday afternoon when they showed up at my fraternity house with a boyfriend who wanted to buy pot. They looked like twins with their long blonde hair, big brown eyes, small upturned noses, thin lips, small breasts, slender waists, narrow hips and long legs. The four of us went upstairs to my room and smoked a joint, mostly so he could ma...
I was looking forward to an evening with Emma, the lovely thigh-booted brunette seductress, whom I had first met at lunchtime that day at the barber shop in Bodling, when I had called in for a haircut and got rather more than I had expected. Emma had revealed that she, like myself, enjoyed various fetishes, including all boots, but especially high ones. We...
The cars began to arrive, one by one, in the horseshoe shaped driveway. Exiting from BMW, Mercedes, and Lexus sedans in the crisp January air, the middle-age couples walked to the house. Chris recognized them all. Most had known him since he was a little boy. His parents had been socializing with the same crowd for years. He rarely paid much attention to the...
I had just finished teasing my new BootBoy in my white outfit, complete with the shiny white spike heeled boots I was wearing when I met him. I knew he had been dying to worship those boots from the moment he laid his eyes on them, and it must have been torture on him as we dated several times and talked about how much he loved all the sexy thigh high boots...
Jessica opened the door gingerly and looked into the dim interior. There was the sound of a small tinny bell as she stepped into the small store and she looked on a cornucopia of leather-work and other bric a brac. "Can I help you?" a soft voice asked startling the young woman. Turning her body she found a man next to her, his slight, slim body was smalle...
Nick, who just turned 18, casually strolled through the hallways of his senior level high school, his pulse racing in preparation for his English Arts class. It wasn't because he had a test; it was because of Ms. Michel and her knee high boots and stockings. He had spent hours of class time observing her feet, listening to the click that her heel made as i...