One woman's adventures in seamed stockings and stiletto heels
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If you’ve read my blog in the past, you will know I have an odd arrangement with a gentleman, wherein I role play his late mother-in-law who, by his account, gave every indication of disliking him intensely and yet for years would give him quick, quite rough hand jobs.
If you’ve not already read about this, I strongly recommend you start with the links below before reading on, as what follows might otherwise not make much sense.
https://ladyinseams.home.blog/2023/01/16/if-its-not-one-thing-its-the-mother-in-law/
https://ladyinseams.home.blog/2023/01/25/take-my-mother-in-law/
I’ve not seen much of Phillip of late and I thought our little game might have reached an end. The reason I thought he might have lost interest is that I had persuaded him to allow me to try something different on one occasion when we met. Instead of a slightly ‘dowdy’ appearance, I met him wearing an outfit I felt more comfortable with, namely seamed stockings, five-inch heels and plenty of make-up and I also wore some short cotton gloves. And instead of a very quick wank which ends almost the moment he ejaculates, I adopted my more normal slow build-up and continued to stroke him for some time after his climax. I was still ‘in role’ and pretending to be Margaret, his mother-in-law, and roundly abused him as I masturbated him but the look and approach were more in my style.
However, his feedback was that while physically it had been sensational and visually stunning, emotionally it had not been as powerful as when I was more like her – low heels, hair pulled back in a pony tail, no make-up and a fairly brutal hand job lasting only a couple of minutes and her more disdainful manner. It’s absolutely clear that his greatest sexual fetish is simply recreating the strange experiences he had with his mother-in-law before she passed away.
So I was a little surprised when, a couple of weeks ago, he got back in touch and was very keen for a repeat performance if I was agreeable to doing so in the original style. As they say, ‘he who pays the piper calls the tune’, so I readily agreed.
The ‘set-up’ for our meeting was that I – or rather Margaret – had mentioned the book choice for her Women’s Institute reading group and that he had said he had a copy and would bring it over for her.
As I opened the door, I hoped he might notice the ‘bumps’ of my girdle beneath my sensible pencil skirt and even my RHT stockings.
“What do you want?” I asked as I crossed my arms and glared at him.
“I brought you that book, you mentioned.”
“Come in then. In the lounge – put it there,” I said, pointing at the dining table. He put the book down and turned towards me.
“Look, we both know why you’re here, so let’s just get this over with as quickly as possible. Some my friends from the Institute are due here shortly for tea and I don’t want them to see you here.”
“Oh, am I that ugly?”, he asked and gave a little laugh.
“Yes, you are, actually. But more to the point, they know I don’t like you, so I don’t want them to see you here or they may ask questions. Just remove your trousers and let’s be done.”
He stepped out of his trousers and hung them on the back of a chair. So sensible!
I pulled his boxer shorts down and grasped his already erect cock. And I went at is like a steam engine, pumping the living daylights out of it. As I did so I told him what I thought of him.
“You really are repulsive. You make me sick, do you know that? You’re a disgusting pervert, forcing me to do this.”
“Hey, I’ve never forced you to do anything.” He sounded genuinely hurt by my accusation.
“Shut up!” I shouted. “Don’t argue. Do you think I want to do this, you disgusting little man? I do it because I have no choice.” I was adlibbing wildly at this point but it seemed to be working because he was completely hard. “Come on, come on, I haven’t got all day.”
After a few more very firm strokes he gave a gasp, said “Jesus Christ” and spurted over my fingers and wrist.
Previously, at this point, I would rush to the kitchen and quickly wash off his semen, as if it was toxic waste but I suddenly had an idea, which we had not discussed or agreed. I wiped my hand back and forth over the front of his shirt and said “There, you can clean up your own disgusting mess.” With most of his spunk now smeared across his shirt I said “I’m going to wash my hands and you’re going to leave. Immediately.”
He didn’t argue. He’s such a meek soul. But after he’d left I realised I was very aroused by our little role play and I knew it was time for a little finger action and an orgasm of my own.
It’s been an interesting few days and weeks for Lady in Seams, so I thought I should update you about some of the wonderful things I have been up to.
Firstly, I’ve legally acquired a slave who worships me and I enjoy using and humiliating him. He sends me a monthly tribute – it’s not much but he’s a dreadful pauper so it’s all he can afford. I have told him he needs to cut out some things – alcohol, nights out and maybe even an occasional meal in order to be able to pay proper tribute to his Goddess.
If this makes me sound like a mercenary bitch, so what? I find a bit of ‘wallet rape’ such an enormous turn on.
Recently I saw some shoes I liked the look of so I told the slave to buy them for me which, of course, he did immediately. Lovely strappy court shoes with towering 6-inch heels. I won’t be running for the bus in these but from the car to the bar they’re perfect and I expect to be adored when I wear them to any pub or bar. Even my useless husband kissed and licked the heels when I tried them on and he’s not fully trained.
My slave is locked in a chastity device and I keep the key on my ‘Queen of Spades’ ankle chain, as you can see here. I’ve had a few strange looks in the supermarket when wearing it but no one as yet has asked me what the key is for which is disappointing as I’m dying to tell a complete stranger how I own a slave and keep him locked up. I’ll return to the new shoes below.
As the end of the first quarter rolled by, last week it was ‘profit share’ day. Each quarter my boss prepares his firm’s proforma accounts and we look through these together, partly so I can see that he has done so honestly and also we talk about how we can improve profitability, gather client fees and other cash items more quickly and examine any doubtful debts. When the total is agreed I receive a percentage of this total – it’s often not a large sum but as I’m paid well for the work I do I have no complaints, as it is very much the icing on the cake.
You will know from my previous blogs that I always give my boss, Chris, hand relief when I am in the office but on profit share day, I like to make an extra effort and I say ‘thank you’ properly by bringing him off with and in my mouth. Last week was no exception. I like to wear a nice outfit, I do my make up carefully but on the heavy side, with bright red, highly glossed lips and I put my hair in a ponytail, as I know he likes to take hold of this while I am fellating him and hear me gagging on his cock.
When we’d agreed the accounts, Chris told me to “get over here, get on your knees and get to work” and as I did so there was the usual verbal abuse which he really enjoys dishing out. Once he’d exploded in my mouth and I had swallowed his cum – and one thing I’ve always admired about him is that he produces a very large load, despite being no spring chicken – I rang my husband and told him how much I’d enjoyed myself and emphasising what a large volume of semen I’d just swallowed and how my lipstick was now smeared all over my face and Chris’s cock. I knew that when I got home hubby would be waiting patiently for me to talk him through my day at work while giving him latex gloved hand relief and telling him how pathetic he is and what a disappointingly small dick he has and only producing a mere dribble of ejaculate. He loves this of course, even though I make him pay me a fee for this service.
And then this weekend I had a young stud for a bit of extra fun. I won’t bore you with how we met and the build up to this, only to say this lad – just 26 years old – had told me his absolute sexual fantasy for years had been to have a lady in fully fashioned stockings and stiletto heels and to be able to rub his hard cock up and down the seams until he ejaculated on her legs. He said he had had this fantasy for most of his life but never dared to ask any girlfriend to allow his dream to come true. Well, being the slut I am, I said I’d be happy to make this dream a reality.
So, wearing my lovely new shoes I invited him to do the deed. He made it last, running his cock up and down my legs, right up to the welt and over my suspender belt straps and over my new shoes. I could tell he was trying to delay his climax as long as possible but after a little while he grunted “Oh God” and unloaded on my right leg.
I was impressed – it wasn’t the largest volume I have received by any means but it was rich and thick and creamy and it’s clear he a very fertile young man. In fact, I liked it so much I’ve invited him back, this time for an oral service, as I do like the idea of swallowing a load like that. However, I have told him I would like him to abstain for a minimum of one week and ideally two and to edge himself daily while watching some of my videos, as this should increase his volume still further.
I’ve been reading recently that some billionaires and some scientists believe that transferring blood from young healthy adults to older people is good for the recipients’ health and may prolong their lives. Well, I believe transferring sperm and seminal fluid from young healthy fertile men to me is good for my health. Whether it will prolong my life remains to be seen but this sixty-one-year-old loves being pumped full of spunk and I am lucky to be married to a man who is never happier than when his wife comes home full of other men’s seed.
I have also spent some time with my friend who gets me to role play his rather fierce sounding – and now dead – mother-in-law but I’ll write about that when I have the time to do so.
Finally, just to say I was delighted to see that my photostream on Flickr has now been viewed an incredible 12 million times! Can you imagine how much spunk has been released during 12 million views?!! There are 390 photos and you can see them all entirely free of charge here:
https://www.flickr.com/people/ladyinseams
Don’t forget if you wish to show your appreciation for this blog or those photos or anything else I do, a gift of a pair of stockings (fully fashioned, of course) is always very welcome and greatly appreciated by me. Anyone who gifts me some stockings gets access to over 100 horny videos of me, having sexy fun in seams, heels and many different sexy outfits.
Being a slut can be tough. There is the cost of the suspender belts, the fully fashioned (seamed) stockings, and the high heels and boots and then there’s the gloves, the ankle chains and ankle bracelets, the leather and PVC outfits, the lube and of course the pancake make-up. It all adds up. As Dolly Parton once said “It costs a lot of money to look this cheap”.
Can you help by sponsoring a slut? £10 will buy a slut some sparkling wine; £30 will help pay for a pair of genuine fully fashioned stockings; if you can give £40 to £60 a slut can have a new suspender belt; and £60 or more will go towards the cost of a pair of stiletto heels.
Remember, without your support a slut may have to sell her body on the street just to keep herself clothed. Some sluts are even forced to walk our streets dressed like tramps in jeans, big sweaters and trainers. But we can change this and ensure that sluts dress like sluts – they deserve our support.
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‘I hear you’re very good with your hands’.
Those were the first words Josh said to me when we met at an industry drinks party. Josh, mid-forties, good looking, rather smooth, maybe even a tiny weenie bit ‘too cool for school’. I knew a bit about him, already. Founded an IT business in his twenties, sold it for millions, started another which he still owns, or owns most of at least but no longer involved in its day-to-day operations, giving him more time to enjoy his expensive car collection, a big motor yacht and a place in Spain, which I have been told is the largest in its region.
I laughed. ‘Yes, I’ve been told that too’.
‘In fact, someone told me you sometimes describe yourself as a Masturbatrix. Is that right’?
Okay, so he knows more about me than I thought. At this point, there’s no use in my being coy, I may as well be completely honest with him. ‘Yes, it’s true, I love to masturbate men. And, though I say it myself, I think I’m very, very good at it’.
He gave a little whistle. ‘Amazing. I’d like to know more. Do you mind’?
‘Not at all. What would you like to know’?
‘Well, what is it that makes you so good, do you think’?
I stopped to think for a moment. And then I explained why I believe I am a very skilled Masturbatrix.
The first and most important reason is that I really, truly enjoy it, love to do it in fact. I love giving men the pleasure, seeing their faces, hearing them gasp and groan in ecstasy but I also love the control it gives me, the sense of power. And I do find it a huge turn on too. By the time a man has cum for me I’m eager, wet, and very ready for my own orgasm.
I think some women will give a hand job out of a sense of duty, or to avoid sex or just to get it over with. Make him cum as quickly as possible and then get back to watching ‘Dancing on Ice’ or whatever. I’m not like that. I make an effort and like to dress properly – usually seamed stockings and very high heels, sometimes boots and low-cut tops, leather, PVC, uniforms, that type of thing.
Another reason I’m so good is that I like to take it slowly, build them up towards their climax but deny release, delay the moment, really make it last. I think I have a sort of sixth sense of when a man is about to cum, even if he tries to hide it. So, I’ll slow right down, stop, even make them wait. Making them beg, sometimes. I enjoy hearing them beg and I’ve had men sob with frustration at being so close to climax but being continually denied their moment of release. Maybe that’s a power trip for me.
And I love to see them cum – their faces, their verbal explosions, the semen pouring out over my hands or shooting up onto my cleavage, or stocking tops or even my face and neck, wherever. I’ve always loved being spunked on, even in my early teens. I don’t really know why this is, I just know it’s something I love.
And another thing that makes me really good at giving hand relief – I prefer that term, by the way, rather than ‘hand job’– is that when the man has cum and ejaculated and I’ve extracted as much of his sperm and seminal fluid as possible, I don’t stop. So many women make that mistake. I’ll continue stroking for as much as five minutes or more, getting slower and slower to sustain and enhance the feeling for them. I think that makes it special. Plus, things like lots of lube, a great selection of gloves and also, I’m very willing to talk dirty while I masturbate them if this is what they wish.
By this point, I stopped talking and realised I’d almost been thinking aloud. But I looked up at Josh’s face and his mouth was open and eyes really wide. ‘What do I have to do to experience this myself?’ he asked. Now we’re talking, I thought.
Please note: most but not all of the photos here are of me and the first set are of ‘Lady Sonia’ who has been an inspiration for me to be a Masturbatrix.
I was due to see my ‘son’ earlier this week for some more fun and games. Perhaps I should briefly explain for anyone reading this who has not read my previous blogs about this unusual arrangement: from time-to-time I see a young lad who gets me to role play being his “mum”. It’s weird but it’s also great fun. He is a flamboyant character who dreams up various scenarios for us to act out, scenarios which always end with his mum giving him hand relief.
Unfortunately, he had to cancel as he had come down with a heavy cold and didn’t feel it was right to see me, so we agreed to push our encounter back by a couple of weeks. I asked if it might be Covid but he said not, as he had taken a lateral flow test which was negative.
I was disappointed, as although it always feels rather strange to pretend to be someone’s mum, while masturbating them, I do enjoy our meetings, not least as he is one of the heaviest spunkers I have ever met and always produces a lot of thick, creamy semen.
As I mulled this over, a thought struck me: on the rare occasions when my husband comes down with a cold or flu, Nurse Emma gives him a special therapy which always seems to perk him up and speed his recovery. Might this work with my ‘son’ too?
And so I quickly put on one of my 8 strap suspender belts, a new pair of black seamed stockings and one of my nurse’s uniforms (I have three). In my bag went a pair of disposable latex gloves, a tube of lube, some 6-inch steel spike heeled shoes (I’m not going to attempt driving in those!) and a surgical mask. A long vinyl mackintosh was all I needed to cover myself up and I jumped in the car.
When he opened his front door, I opened my coat, so he could see my uniform and stocking tops and, remembering that terrific scene from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off I said “I heard that you were feeling ill. Headache, fever, and a chill. I came to help restore your pluck, cause I’m the nurse who likes to…” and then I paused and said “wank you off”.
He laughed so much he began to cough and he took a few moments to compose himself. “Mum, I thought I wasn’t going to see you today”.
“I know but I thought this might help you feel better”.
I removed my mac and put on my heels and tottered into his living room. I kept some distance from him and put on the surgical mask, as I had no desire to get his germs, only to help aid his recovery by extracting all his sperm.
Despite looking less that 100% he managed to get ‘in role’ and said “Oh mum, it’s so good of you to come over and see me”.
“Well, mummy can’t have you feeling under the weather, can she? So take those joggers off and we can begin the treatment. I’m sure you’ll soon feel better”.
I snapped on my latex gloves, squeezed a big blob of lubricating jelly into the palm of my right hand and got to work. When I felt his was well on the way to his climax, I lifted my breasts out over the top of my uniform and said, “Now what do you think of you mother’s tits”?
“They’re awesome, mum. They’re bigger than ever”.
“Now, I want you to cover them with your semen. Can you do that for me”?
He grunted, “Yes mum” and a minute or so later he did precisely that and as he spurted, I moved his cock back and forth across my tits and nipples so that I had two large, glistening orbs of flesh each with a complete coating of young fertile sperm and seminal fluid. I thought to myself “I don’t know how he feels right now, but I feel fantastic” as I continued to stroke him and as I looked down and saw big strings of spunk dripping off my tits and onto his carpet.
I carried on stroking him, gradually slowing down. “Good boy, well done. Mummy is very pleased with you. You’re a good boy”.
“And you’re a fantastic mum. I’m so lucky. I love you”.
As I continued to stroke with my right hand I slipped my left into my knickers and with only thee or four thrusts with my fingers, I had an orgasm of my own.
He messaged me later to say he was already feeling much better and he was sure his nursing care had set him on the road to recovery. I sometimes feeling I have a calling for the nursing profession.
I think if I only treat private patients and that I really give them a treat, it could be quite lucrative! remember, I’m the nurse who likes to fuck!!!
“Come in James and take a seat. I’ll just run through a few details with you. I see you’ve paid the consultation fee in advance, so thanks for that. And your date of birth is 13th of June 1996, is that right? So, you’ll be 28 this year. Lovely”.
“Now I know you want me to check you over today but you also mentioned that you would like some advice relaxation techniques and perhaps be able to sleep a little better, is that right”?
“Okay, so I’ll give you an examination in a moment but what I am also going to do is to recommend something which I think will help you feel more relaxed and give you a sense of wellbeing”.
I hand him a piece of paper.
“Now that’s the details of how to get access to all of my videos. There are 104 videos in total and what I would like you to do is to watch at least one of these each day and masturbate when you do. When did you last achieve climax”?
He thinks for a while. “Almost two weeks ago”.
“Well, I think that might be why you have been feeling tense and been tossing and turning at night. A young man like you needs much more frequent release”.
“I know but I was trying to save myself up for this appointment”.
“Well, that’s understandable and very nice of you but I am recommending that from now on you do this daily exercise to my videos. I am also giving you this – as you can see it’s one of my suspender belts, one with 10 straps. What I would like you to do is when you do your daily exercise, I want you to ejaculate onto the belt, as much as possible. As it is black satin, it will stain really easily and may even become quite stiff with your dried semen. Then when you come to see me in a month’s time, you can return the belt and I’ll wear it during our next consultation, all stiff and stained with your fluid”.
“Which brings me to another point. As you know, you’re on the silver programme, which entitles you to one treatment a month. But you could upgrade to the gold programme, if you wish, which would increase this to once a week and I would probably recommend that for you. And there’s also a platinum programme, although that is quite a lot more expensive, unless your healthcare insurance company will cover the cost”.
“What’s included in the platinum plan”?
“Well, like the gold, you can have a weekly treatment but in addition to the standard gloved hand relief you can ask me to tit wank you – as you can see, I am pretty busty – or you can choose an oral therapy. Now, that’s a full cum in mouth service, none of that rubbish with condoms, and I do swallow everything”.
He asks how much this costs and when I tell him he says “Wow, that is a lot, isn’t it”?
“Yes, it is but otherwise I’d spend all day at work on my knees, wouldn’t I”? and I laugh at the idea.
“And as I said, it is a full cum in mouth service, and I give deep throat too. You’d be surprised how popular it is. A lot of my patients love to cum in my mouth and see me swallow their sperm and semen”.
He promises to think about it.
“So, let’s check you over, shall we”?
He removes his trousers and shorts and as I pull on my disposable latex gloves, I can see he is already partially erect. I put some lubricating oil on his penis and on the palm of my gloves. I stroke his erection with my right hand and cup his testicles with my left, squeezing them very, very gently. His response is almost immediate.
“This looks like a very healthy penis. You’re fully erect now and it feels extremely firm, so there’s good blood flow and a rapid erection. In fact, it’s almost completely vertical, isn’t it? I would think, given your size, girth and how solid it feels, that your penis would give any woman considerable pleasure, although some may feel they’re fully stretched to accommodate it”.
After a few minutes of slowly gathering pace, I tell him, “I’m stroking more rapidly now as I want to get you to climax and see if we have a healthy ejaculation. Is this good”? I ask as I squeeze his testicles more firmly.
He gulps and almost whispers “Yes. Awesome. Incredible”.
My hand is sliding up and down his impressive penis at some speed and I can tell he is close to orgasm. His breathing becomes deeper and deeper and gets louder and louder, until he is more panting than breathing. Suddenly, he lets out a little yelp and semen flies upwards and again and then flows over my hand and his thigh and drips onto the chair.
“Good boy, good boy” I say as I continue with firm strokes, “let’s get it all out, every drop, come on keep going”, and he continues to pour forth more thick ropes and globules of semen.
I continue stroking. “That’s excellent. Very healthy indeed. I’d say your first spurt achieved about five or six inches of clearance, which indicates a very healthy prostate and there is really good volume of quite thick, white semen, which again looks healthy and fertile”.
“You are clearly a virile young man and I think almost any woman would be happy to have that load pumped into her or, indeed, to take that lot in her mouth and be able to swallow so much healthy sperm and seminal fluid. I know I would”.
After a few more minutes of wind down stroking, I peel off my latex gloves and dispose of them in the bin. I give him some wet wipes so he can clean himself up. I’m tempted to lick his semen off the leather chair but that probably wouldn’t look professional, so I resist the temptation and wipe up his mess with tissues.
“Now, I hope you feel more relaxed and I think you will find that you sleep well tonight. Remember, daily videos and ejaculation, use my suspender belt and please make a complete mess of it, as I love that, and do consider whether you wish to upgrade to the gold of platinum service. Otherwise, I’ll see you a month from now”.
Please note: this is a fantasy scenario I role played with a young friend, roughly along the lines described above. However, while I may be a slut – okay, I am most definitely a slut – I am not a sex worker and in reality I do not offer silver, gold and platinum healthcare therapies, so please don’t ask me for prices or an appointment, as I know refusal can result in disappointment.
Let’s talk about boots.
No, not Boots the Chemists, silly. Boots, my high heels boots, why I love them and how men love them even more.
At this time of year, I wear boots quite frequently – they’re comfortable, and they convey an image of confidence and strength and even dominance. They’re also very practical in this terrible wet weather we have been having, especially as I am not short of volunteers to clean and polish them for me.
I’d say most men like seeing ladies in boots but there is a subset of ‘most’ who are pretty fanatical about this and we could loosely describe the majority of them as ‘submissive’. Now that term covers a lot of ground, from those who just like to see a powerful, confident looking woman, to those who enjoy being told what to do, right through to those who enjoy quite severe physical discipline – caning, whipping, kicking, stamping etc.
I’m more into the ‘mind game’ end of the spectrum and I do like having men who will fetch and carry for me, clean, wash, iron etc. But if I need to use one of my whips or riding crops, I can be quite the bitch.
Knee length patent boots, good for an evening out or just some shopping
So, it is interesting when I go out, whether just shopping or in a bar wearing boots, observing the reaction of men. I’ll take a very recent example: just a few days ago I was in a very large Sainsburys near where I live and I was wearing these boots – knee length, patent and with a reasonable but not very high heel. I had noticed that one man appeared to be in each aisle I visited (and this is one of those huge superstores) but I didn’t pay him much attention. Then I noticed his gaze seemed to be more downwards than one might expect, and as he examined one packet or tin after another he seemed more interested in my boots and my leather skirt. I gave him a smile to see if he might wish to speak to me but he seemed content just to follow me and gaze. And this is very typical.
The same boots, also good for a domination and punishment session
I also wear these boots, which are similar but which lace up and I’ve been told, more than once, that they make me look very dominant, which I like.
I often wear these boots with jodhpurs
Adding spurs can also add to the powerful effect boots have on some men
I also have these beauties which have 6.75-inch heels and yet which are actually very comfortable to wear. Although people often mistake them for Louboutin’s they’re not, and in fact I bought these very cheaply when doing a shopping trip with one of my admirers. He was delighted when I wore them later for his ‘relief’ reward.
6.75 inch (17cm) heels!
As you can see from the photos in which I am wearing glossy gloves, I’ve often worn these very high heel boots for hand relief sessions
Occasionally, even the nurse wears them to work, especially if she needs to gather a sperm sample
As you might expect, I also have thigh length patent boots with a decent heel. I was in my early 20s when I bought my first pair and had only recently started work after graduating from university. I got them in a fetish shop called ‘She & Me’ in Hammersmith and I absolutely loved them. I thought they were both sexy and stylish and I wore them out a lot – to bars and parties and everyone seemed to love them. I found them so comfortable that I could wear them all day, and so from time to time I wore them to work, probably most Fridays for a few weeks. I found out, years later, that one of the young lads in the office used to go to the toilets and masturbate on those days when I was wearing my boots in the office as he could not contain his arousal at the sight of me in seamed stockings and thigh length patent boots. I wish I had known at the time as I would have tossed him off myself – he was quite a dish!
However, one of the female directors took me to one side and told me they were not appropriate for the office. She could have left it at that but she added “Remember, you’re dressing for work in an office, not a brothel”. What a bitch. So, partly to spite her but also because I was having an affair with a guy in our office who adored me in thigh boots, I would bring them with me to work and then put them on at the end of the day before heading off to the pub. Bitch lady saw me but there was nothing she could do about it!
Three photos taken after returning from work in my thigh boots – I think I look very smart and professional but bitch lady didn’t like me getting all the attention!
Snapped leaving the office on my way to the pub in my lovely thigh boots, seamed stockings and naughty (and far too short!) PVC mini
I also wore them to fetish clubs quite a few times and almost always one or more men would come over, on their hands and knees and begin licking them! It was a weird experience at first but I came to enjoy it and I’d sometimes give them a little kick and send them off to the bar to get me a drink.
I have a builder who insists I wear thigh boots and full PVC every time he does work for me
I once walked into a bar and a man I’d never met dropped to the floor and began kissing and licking my botos and someone took a quick photo which you can see below.
Well, he liked my boots. A lot!
A couple of old photos of me enjoying a night out – I’d just come out of a pub when these were taken – in leather mini, seamed stockings and my lovely thigh boots. Caused quite a stir in that boozer!
More recently I got these thigh boots. I don’t wear these to go shopping and, as yet, nor to the pub either as I think they’re a bit more ‘fetish’ than street wear but they’re comfortable and good for a hand domination session or similar encounter with a submissive male.
And then there are ankle boots and these suede over knee boots which I received as a Christmas present a couple of years ago. I’ll be completely honest here: both have their place and I do wear them from time to time (as you can see here) but I prefer my knee length patent boots or my thigh length ones.
However as much I may like them, what is important is that a great many men adore them (or should that be a great many men adore ME when I wear them?!).
I used to have a lovely gentleman who would visit me with only one purpose in mind: to lick my thigh boots clean. He never asked for anything else other than I wear them and ideally get them quite dirty beforehand, so I’d walk though some puddles or across a lawn to get some mud and grit on them and then he’d spend a happy hour licking everything clean again.
With my husband I sometimes use my boots and especially the heels to humiliate him. I enjoy laughing at him as a manipulate his little cock and occasionally give him a kick, just to remind him who is his goddess.
A bit of “heel humiliation” for my pathetic husband
Last year I ‘acquired’ another man with similar leanings, who was sincere in offering to serve me for any and all domestic tasks, including boot and shoe cleaning, on the understanding that I would wear boots while he worked. He has proved loyal, reliable and trustworthy.
A few days before this Christmas he came to my home at my request and did many tasks which needed doing before family and friends came to visit but which I loathe – cleaning the ovens, microwave and fridge, defrosting and cleaning the freezer, clearing out cupboards and such like. He spent a good few hours cheerfully completing each task and all I had to do was stride around inspecting his work, wearing a leather mini skirt, stockings and high heel boots. Occasionally I’d point out something he had missed but although I threatened to get my riding crop or dressage whip if he didn’t sharpen up, I never needed to hit him and his work is actually very good. It’s just that he seems happier if I occasionally bark at him.
When everything was complete to my satisfaction, I gave him his reward: one bottle of beer and I invited him to kneel before me and masturbate onto my boots. He did so and he must have been highly aroused in advance, as it took him little more than a minute to ejaculate on one of my boots. Of course, I then grabbed his hair and pushed his face down towards his sticky mess and said “Lick that up, immediately! You disgusting pervert!”
When that task was complete (and by the way, why do so many men make a big fuss about having to swallow their semen when women are expected to do so upon request?), I made him polish the boot back to its previous shine, all ready for the Christmas celebrations.
I was pleased with his performance, so as he left, I said “Nice work – you can come again. Oh yes, and thanks for the envelope with my little Christmas present”.
So, as you can see, boots play a big role in my life and I love all the ones I have. But if anyone reading this would like to add to my collection, please feel free to do so. Your only reward will be knowing the pleasure I will get from wearing them but isn’t that reward enough?
And I have provided over 300 hand relief sessions.
What a wonderful treat for an older but very horny and busty housewife to be taken to a hotel by two young studs and given a good seeing to.
Of course, a suspender belt, black seamed stockings, lovely high heels and a quarter cup bra were all demanded and worn. And an ankle bracelet was an added bonus.
After a few glasses of Champagne to relax everyone, it’s time for action.
Hubby is left sitting in the hotel bar and waits for them to finish with her. But as they take turns, and they’re young and virile, he has a long wait.
Condoms? No, we won’t be needing those. You’re with a bareback only lady who wants to be pumped full of spunk.
Getting their slut for the day on all fours, they each take a turn riding her, and riding her hard, while the other watches, and takes photos. Hearing her moaning with pleasure and urging them to spunk inside her, as they thrust deep into her and seeing her reach one orgasm after another as her tits swing back and forth just heightens their excitement and desire.
Each has three turns inside her and she happily uses her mouth to get them hard again in between, so that they can take another. When the sixth is complete, she is a sticky mess with thick, gummy semen dribbling out of her well used pussy and exhausted after having so many back-to-back orgasms that she has lost count of her own total.
Eventually, she is returned to her husband: one well used, well worn housewife. He’s delighted to hear that she is flooded with sperm and seminal fluid from the two studs. Did she enjoy that, he asks. Are you fucking joking? When she thought one might be flagging, she suggested going back down to the hotel bar, dressed in her tarty outfit and seeing if she could pick up a stranger to join them in the hotel room, as more cock might be required.
We need to get you on the game he concludes, not for the first time, but right now, relief is urgently required. He’s already staked out the disabled toilet near the hotel bar. It’s time for the Masturbatrix to do her thing.
‘Mum, I’ve not cum for ages, I’m desperate’.
‘I know – look at your pants, they’re soaked with pre cum’. I keep slowly stroking his rock-hard erection but I can sense he’s not going to last much longer.
‘You’re young, you need regular release. You should take care of that yourself or get a girlfriend who will do this for you’.
‘But I don’t want anyone else, mum, I want you, you’re so brilliant at this. Your stockings and those amazing heels and Jesus your tits just look amazing, outstanding. I’ve been viewing all your videos and edging myself but I stop before I cum and I don’t want to cum again unless you’re doing it’.
‘Any favourite videos?’
‘All of them, they’re all amazing’. And he starts to recite some of the titles:
Busty slut drains a cock over her leather gloves;
Handjob with latex gloves, seamed stockings, high heels;
Handjob onto busty slut’s cleavage;
Handjob heaven;
Gagging on cock down her throat;
Busty housewife used as a cum dump …
‘Blimey, you know them all!’
‘I’ve watched them all dozens of times. You’re such a fantastic slut, mum. I’m so proud of you’.
‘Thank you’.
‘I don’t ever want to make myself cum again, I want to save it all for you. In fact, I’ve been thinking that you should lock me in chastity and keep the key, so that I can’t.’
‘But you’re young, you’re very fertile, you need to ejaculate regularly or you’ll burst with frustration, you won’t be able to sleep, you’ll leak into your pants’.
‘I know. You’re right of course, so I’d need to come here regularly, at least once a week and you can unlock me, drain me and then lock me up again. Will you do it mum, please, please’.
As I think about this his pleading sets me off. ‘I want you to beg now, beg for your release’.
He begs and pleads with me a little.
‘No, don’t stop, keep begging’.
Now he begs, he moans, he pleads and I speed up my strokes. I can’t help laughing as he squirms in his chair, almost thrashing about, his back arching as he thrusts his cock towards me.
‘Now what’s mummy’s favourite drink?’, I ask as I reach with my spare hand for a Champagne flute, which stands next to an open bottle of Champagne.
‘Sperm cocktail’, he replies.
‘That’s right. And you are going to provide the sperm, any moment now.’
I move the glass so it lies just beneath his cock and I move the tip of his cock into the next of the glass and speed my strokes.
‘Okay, you can cum now’, and he does, oh boy he really does as he explodes two weeks’ worth of young, healthy sperm and ejaculate into the glass. I keep stroking and he keeps emitting thick, creamy semen.
‘Well done, good boy, that’s it, keep pumping, that’s my boy’.
When he is done the glass is more than half full, one of the biggest loads I have seen for a very long time. It’s so thick that when I pour the Champagne in to fill the glass it sits on top of the creamy semen for a few seconds and I have to swirl the two fluids together with my finger before I can enjoy my delicious cocktail. I sip a few drops and then I can’t resist drinking it all down.
‘Happy Christmas son, I hope Santa gives you something you want, something nice’.
‘He just did, mum’.
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