Boots

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?