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”.
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“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.
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?
‘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’.
Lady in Seams 