Foot Worship Sex Slave Tamed While Shopping For New Leather Boots

It was winter and I’d decided I needed some new boots – leather – long and very expensive. My husband could afford it – he was always working away and when he was at home he seemed miles away – distracted by this deal or that and sex was none existent.

Of course I missed the sex – but I did have my secret drawer. My little stash of sex toys – vibrators – dildos and even love eggs that I often wore whilst shopping. I really got off feeling my pussy quivering as they gently vibrated inside my soaking wet cunt!

And it never failed to really turn me on thinking about the young male shop assistants who always took a sneaky peek down my cleavage – if only they knew what I was feeling inside! And I used to rush home – open up by sexy box of tricks and masturbate until a came hard and long.

I’d never dreamed of straying – brought up a good catholic girl I believed in the sanctity of marriage and another man’s cock inside me – whilst definitely bound to be pleasurable – was a deadly sin. But hey a girl could dream and maybe once a month my husband would roll on top of me stick his flaccid semi-hard cock inside me and fuck for a few minutes. I never reached orgasm and never really enjoyed it. But that was how it was.

So on this particular day I was shopping for shoes – next to sex I guess it’s a girl’s best thing to do. I had my love eggs tucked snugly inside my pussy and was swinging my hips to get them moving. I even managed a few wolf whistles from the hunks on the nearby building site and smiled to myself.

At 42 I still had my figure – thanks to Pilates – and my looks – thanks to expensive make-up and bottox – and I always dressed to impress. I was wearing a tight black leather pencil skirt that clung to me like a second skin – a black silky blouse unbuttoned just enough to show off my ample cleavage and offer just a glimpse of the silk and lace very expensive black bra beneath.

I’d been into a couple of shoe shops but nothing had caught my eye when I noticed what I would most likely have called a ‘sensible shoe shop’.  But in for a penny and in for I pound I thought and strolled in.

After the spring sunshine the shop was dark and smelled a little musty. I definitely wouldn’t find some expensive leather boots here I had thought.

I was startled by the arrival from out the back of who I assumed was the shopkeeper. He was about my age – tall a little overweight – totally bald and wearing the thickest glasses I’d ever seen – Mr Magoo I’d thought and chuckled.

‘Can I help you’ madam he’d asked in a very cultured voice.

I asked to look at his boots and he quickly produced numerous boxes for me to look at – which took a couple of seconds – not what I was after at all.

‘I was actually looking for long black leather boots..’ I said smiling and standing up ready to leave.

‘Ah’ he said smiling ‘kinky boots..?’

I was a little taken aback by this rather charming if a little dishevelled man asking such a thing.

‘I’m sorry’ I snapped ‘did you say kinky boots..?’

He blushed terribly and his head bowed and he shuffled side to side like a naughty schoolboy. Despite myself I quite liked his reaction!

My father had been a stern strict man and it seemed my husband was the same. Very correct – very proper and definitely wore the trousers – whilst I played the good quiet boring wife.

So seeing the effect I’d had on this man quite got my pulse racing. It felt good – very good indeed and despite his looks I felt my thighs press together and let the love eggs hum nicely against my vulva.

He turned on his heel muttering something and returned with a much larger box. Opening it I saw the most amazing thin supple leather boots – not quite what I’d had in mind but very nice nonetheless.

I sat back on the little chair and the man knelt at my feet – wow now that did send a shiver of anticipation through my whole body – a man cowering before me. From somewhere inside the inner bitch appeared and burst to the fore – it felt totally liberating.

He held one of the boots aloft his eyes still cast downward and I couldn’t help but notice rather than just holding them he was visibly stroking them. I touched one and it felt amazing – so soft almost like calves skin and so very tactile.

I sat back opening my legs slightly and gasped as I saw him staring in awe at my black silk panties. No doubt he could see a tiny little damp patch as by now my cunt was on fire and close to gushing – never had I felt so turned on.

‘Take off my shoe’ I barked and startled myself with the severity of my tone!

He knelt down and very slowly removed my stiletto – his hands momentarily stroking the vicious looking heel. Both hands held my foot gently and there was the faintest of squeezes before he hurriedly let go.

‘Massage them both’ I said opening my legs just a tiny fraction and sniggering as I saw his eyes like huge saucers open wide through those ridiculous glasses.

He needed no further instruction and his hands moved swiftly and deftly over my feet. It was a lovely feeling and I lay back a little in my chair letting his hands sooth me.

At this point my pussy was in flames and I wished he was some lusty young stud with a huge cock who’d throw me to the floor and fuck my brains out – but he wasn’t and this was different – very different and actually much sexier than just straight fucking.

I liked it.

‘I sat up closing my legs a little’ and heard an audible sigh of disappointment.

‘You have to earn that’ I said nodding to my lap ‘boot now’

I extended my left foot pointing my pretty painted toes towards him.

Eagerly he unzipped the shiny black leather boot and holding my heel gently prised my foot inside. The leather felt good against my skin and I adored the sharp pointed toe and incredible pencil thin wicked looking heels.

I watched as he slowly raised the zip. As he did so I noticed he had a huge hard on that was threatening to burst out of his crumpled trousers.

With the boot only half fastened I pulled my foot away and rested the point on his swollen cock. I could almost feel the throbbing and I pressed gently.

The reaction was as if I’d sent 1000 volts through his groin. He groaned and arched his back thrusting towards me. I pressed harder and he began pushing harder towards me. As his hands reached out to grab my thighs I pulled my foot back and kicked him as hard as I could between the legs.

I watched in fascination as he fell backwards clutching his painful cock and balls and why I don’t know – but I stood over him like a prize fighter after a knockout blow.

He watched as I slowly zipped up the boot and then I placed my bare foot towards his mouth.

‘Suck it’ I said

He did so eagerly and gripped my ankle hard. I pushed my foot deeper inside his mouth and felt an overwhelming desire come over my body.

Pulling my foot away and rubbing the dampness on his thighs I raised my leather booted leg. His eyes bored into the damp darkness up my skirt and I sank the heel of my boot hard onto his hard cock and twisted.

He groaned more in pleasure than pain and I did it again and again. Each twist sent ripples of ecstasy through my pussy as the love eggs vibrated and hummed away in time with my movements. My cunt was a fiery cauldron and my clit a red hot button of lust.

I longed to stick my fingers deep inside – but I was holding on to the moment.

I stepped back and slowly took off my shirt – my big tits pressed against the see-thru silk and my nipples were as hard as bullets and as large as cigar stubs. He made to get up thinking now was the time to fuck me – but I raised my leather bound foot and made him lie back.

Like a woman possessed I tore at his clothing tearing off his shirt ripping off his trousers and boxer shorts and there it was a huge purple cock twitching like a snake in its death throes.  It was only the second cock I’d ever seen but this one took my breath away – it was three times the size of my husbands and as hard as steel.

I picked up the spare leather boot and given the material was a soft and supple as it was I was able to twist it into a makeshift whip. How on earth I allowed myself to get into this state I’d never know – but my God as I stood over this quivering wreck of a man I felt empowered.

I stood astride him my ass and pussy right over his face and let the leather boot swing backwards and forwards over his cock. With little movements I was able to let it brush the tip and each time it touched the electricity hit and he shuddered and wriggled.

I had to keep slapping his hands away as he tried to grab and claw at my thighs. And each time I did the sound of the slap sent shivers through my body.

After what seemed like an age I raised the boot hard and swung it like a pendulum against his ball sack – it made a sound like a melon smashing on the floor and he screamed more in utter pleasure than in pain. Again and again I drove the pointed heel into his ball sack and cock and each time I felt the orgasm in me surge.

Unable to take anymore I sat on his face feeling my ass and cunt lips wrapping around his nose and mouth. I dry fucked his face hard until I felt an inch away from orgasm – grinding and grinding I rode as if on horseback.

I watched in morbid fascination as his cock became to dribble glistening droplets of cum – he was about to boil over and cum hard.

The newly found bitch inside of me sank deeper onto his face and pinched the tip of his cock hard.

I turned to him and smiled:

‘If you cum I will never visit you again – do you understand..?’

He blinked and nodded and in reward I let him touch one of my tits – just for a second – anymore would be far too pleasurable for my new found slave.