Those Boots

Those Boots

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Sometimes a little leather can be empowering...

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Sometimes a little leather can be empowering...

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Submitted: February 24, 2017

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Submitted: February 24, 2017

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They say retail therapy is always the perfect way to put a girl in a good mood, and nothing could be more true when I spot the pair of knee high black leather boots on display on a mannequin in the window of an exclusive boutique. My conscience says no, they’re extravagant and expensive and I’d probably never wear them out. Definitely far from my usual demure housewife/mother style I’ve come accustomed to donning.  But the bad girl in me thinks they’re the hottest things ever and my mind drifts to the black barely there lingerie I had seen earlier in another boutique nearby.  I grin slyly to myself, wondering what your reaction would be to this impulsive splurge, quickly slipping into the store to see if they have my size before I change my mind.

Knowing I have these new items in my bag is far too tempting for me and once home, I decide to try on what I’ve bought.  First I have to figure out which strap goes where on the lingerie, the sheer thin fabric covering very little, my nipples straining in an almost protest at my bravado in daring to wear such a sensual outfit.  I turn slowly, and a little nervously, to face the front of the mirror, a smile on my lips, loving how the panties make my ass look.  I look hot. I feel sexy and I know this is going to drive you wild when you see it. And for that fact alone, I’m incredibly aroused.

I pull on the boots, the heels making me instantly taller, hugging my calves tightly, giving new curves to my legs.  It’s true that a pair of shoes can change a woman.  I feel powerful, strong and incredibly erotic all at the same time in these boots.  Finishing the outfit off, I slide my hands into a pair of black silk gloves, pulling them up to my elbows.  I’m not sure why I bought these, but I’m glad I did now when I see my reflection.  You are in so much trouble now I smirk to myself, moving quietly through the house to find you.

You turn as you hear my heels against the tiled floor, your mouth dropping open slightly, unable to speak when you look up and see me lean seductively against the door frame.  The reaction is good I can only hope, because I’m much too aroused now to stop.  I may love being your baby girl, but tonight this outfit has me wanting something entirely different.  I walk slowly towards you, letting you get a good look at my body, each step a tease, letting your eyes caressing my skin as I move with purpose.  With my heeled boot on the seat between your legs, I kick the chair back so that its wheels slide along the tiles and stops in the centre of the room.  

I’m a little disappointed in you …”  I murmur sternly, moving around the chair slowly, your head twisting to keep your eyes on me.  My hand caresses your back, trailing across your shoulders as I return to stand in front of you.  I lift your chin a little with one finger, “All this time and you’ve never thought that perhaps a girl like me would like a pair of boots like these …”  I shake my head in mock disappointment, lifting my leg and placing the boot between your legs again, just brushing against your crotch in an almost warning.  

I run my hand up my leg slowly, my fingers moving along my inner thigh, brushing against my panties, the sheer material hiding nothing from view, the fabric caught between the wet lips of my pussy.  “A pair of boots like these do things to a girl you know.”  I purr, biting my lip a little, giving myself another slow rub, a small wet spot visibly spreading in the fabric.  My hands move up my stomach and over my breasts, their hard erect nipples aching as I caress them with a soft moan.  “They made a girl feel incredibly hot... “ I say licking my lips slowly, before leaning down, my mouth stopping just against yours, feeling your hitched breathing mingle with mine.  “And by neglecting to get her the boots, you’ve also neglected to ensure that this girl always feels hot …” My voice snaps, raising an eyebrow slightly, then pulling away, moving to sit on the edge of your desk.  

I’m not sure what a girl’s to do with such a bad boy….  One that disappoints his Mistress deserves to be punished, don’t you think?” I question you, parting my knees, knowing you’re able to see just enough between my legs to tease and torment at the same time.  “The question is though… what sort of punishment would be suited for such a bad boy, hmmm…”  I ask, sliding my hand under the panties, letting you watch through the sheer fabric as a finger slides between my folds, making me gasp a soft moan when I rub against my wet, swollen clit.

Take out your cock!”  I demand suddenly, pleased when you do so without any protest.  I lick my lips when I see how hard you are, feeling the ache, that desperate urge to impale myself on your hard on.  “Good.”  I say firmly “Now let go.  No touching.”  I state, feeling a throb when I watch it slap against your stomach when you let it go just as I have asked.  I rub myself a little more, the moans spilling from my lips when my clit swells even more with arousal, my eyes locked on the way your erection dances and twitches with need.  “Bad boys don’t get to touch.  Not themselves and most definitely, not their Mistress either.  You have to watch.. watch me fuck myself.  Beg for a taste, beg me to be the one that gets this pussy again.  And most of all… apologise for not spoiling your Mistress with boots like these!


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