Two creamy white cum shots begin sliding down the side of my boot. My husband and I look at them as they make their way down the sparkling black leather leaving a filmy track in their wake. My fingers gently caress my clit, the sight of the boots and the cum and the events leading up to it have me on edge.
"How many is that, my love."
"Seven, my queen."
"Go ahead, clean it up."
"Thank you my love."
Having cum to my command it was now time to clean up his mess. I'd rub myself to an orgasm watching him submissively lick up his spend and recall where the story began.
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It was a crisp winter morning last October with frost on the ground. It was my first chance to wear my favorite, warm and toasty, well worn black knee-high boots with a pair of black opaque ribbed tights. I knew the tights would keep me warm and give my legs a gentle hug all day long. My boots are like an old friend, comfortable and dependable and look great with everything. That day, I wore a black and white argyle twinset and a knee length black pleated skirt, just the right combination of professional and sassy.
My favorite parts of fall and winter is that it gives me the opportunity to wear boots and tights more often -- sometimes every day when the weather gets cold. I wouldn't consider myself a boot fetishist by any means. Most of what I wear is the type of stuff one can find in any nice department store. That said, I've always enjoyed the way a boot feels on my leg and I have more than a dozen pair that I wear often for their different colors and styles.
My interest in tights is also not so much fetish or fashion as comfort. I like the way they keep my legs warm on a cold day. I enjoy the feel of the fabric and the way it grips my calves and thighs. I mostly stick to the normal colors blacks, browns, blues and greys but every now and then it's fun to spice up an outfit with a flashy color or interesting patterns.
Those who have read my previous stories might recall that my husband has a huge foot fetish and this 'interest' and my willingness to cater to it, is what resulted in the female led marriage that the two of us enjoy. I'm sure that my natural preferences and his ardent encouragement have played a big role in why I enjoy boots and tights so much, but the fact is I enjoyed these before I met him and the feedback from his attention has simply taken my, or maybe I should say our, enthusiasm to an even higher level.
One type of boot I had never had was an over the knee boot. I've always thought the look was incredibly sexy, but something I had always thought was a little, well, trashy for everyday wear. Last winter, over the knee boots became fashionably trendy, usually worn with jeans or leggings. A department store in town ran an ad in the newspaper showing a number of styles they had in stock and on sale. That ad planted a seed.
That night over dinner I mentioned the idea of getting a pair of over the knee boots to my husband and not surprisingly he was pretty keen on the notion. That night as we were romancing together on the sofa I teased him that he didn't really care what I looked like in them, he just wanted me to dominate him while I wore them.
Whispering in his ear I said, "You just want to be ordered to kneel before me while I wear my brand new shiny black leather boots. I'll be standing in front of you, wearing nothing but a garter belt, seamed black stockings, and my sexy over the knee boots. I know you'll want to kneel before your mistress and beg to kiss my new boots, won't you?"
"Yes," he replied, picking up on the little mental role play I was beginning, "I would want to kiss them while kneeling before you."
"So you'd be kneeling on the floor in front of me and maybe I will blindfold you so you won't be able to look at them. That will heighten your sense of awareness. You'll be able to hear the creaking of the smooth shiny leather as I move around you. You'll inhale the musky scent of my arousal mixed with the erotic aroma of new leather and I'm sure you'll be getting hard, won't you?
"Yes my love. Your scent and the smell of your new boots would make me hard."
"Well we wouldn't want an accident would we? I'd probably need to lock you into your gates of hell chastity device first wouldn't I? You would probably want to ask me for that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes my queen. Would you lock me into the device and then allow me to serve you in your new boots."
"That's what I like to hear. I like to hear you get all submissive for me. Would you beg to kiss them? Would you beg to kiss my boots?"
"Yes my queen. Please. Please may I kiss your shiny new over the knee boots. They are so sexy on you. You look so beautiful in them. May I please kiss them all over?"
"You want to worship my boots? Is that what you want? Ask me again."
"Please mistress. Please let me worship your new boots. I want to kiss every inch of them. I want to worship you and kiss your boots."
"I'd grant you permission and then I'd go sit down in my nice comfy chair and put my shiny booted legs up on the ottoman. Then I'd make you crawl over. Still blindfolded. Still with your raging hard cock trapped inside your chastity. Then I'd make you kiss them gently. Gently from the toe, up to the ankle, then up the shin. I'd make you give a kiss at the very, very top part way up my thigh. Up there you will be able to really smell my arousal. You'll be able to smell the new leather, the smell of my nylons and the smell of me. I'll make you run your tongue all the way around the top of my boots and tell you take all of those sensual smells inside of you. Fill yourself with the scent of my passion."
"Then I'll tell you to go back down and kiss my feet some more. I'll order you to suck my heel. I'll tell you to keep licking and sucking my boot and heel. Do you know what I'll be doing while you submit yourself to me? Do you know?"
"No ma'am. What will you do?"
"I'll be rubbing my hands all over my breasts and nipples making them hard and pointy. I'll be slipping my long middle finger deep inside my slippery wet slot. I'll be rubbing it up and down my clit while I watch you grovel at my feet. While I watch you submit to me. I'm sure I'll give myself a great big orgasm long before you even get done worshiping both boots."
"Will I be allowed to pleasure you my love? Will I be allowed to make you cum?"
"No sweetie. There would be no need, you see. Your submission will be all I need to get me off. Besides if I let you please me then you'd probably want to cum on my brand new boots and we couldn't have that could we? You'd want to earn that privilege wouldn't you?"
"Yes. Of course. I'd want to earn the chance to cum on your sexy, shiny new boots."
"That's right. You'd want to submit to me in a really special way wouldn't you. Then afterwards you'd lick your cum right off those boots wouldn't you?"
"Yes my queen. Yes I would. If you asked it of me I would do it. Lick my cum off your boots that is."
The talk was getting me super hot, so without a word I broke out of character, grabbed my husband by the hand and led him upstairs where we had our way with each other for several rounds. All of this just from talking about the boots, let alone actually owning them or wearing them.
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The next day I couldn't get our sexy little verbal scene out of my head. I had always known that the brain is the most powerful of all sex organs. We had incorporated some sexy talk in the past and done a little phone sex when he traveled. We had also employed a certain amount of sex chatter as part of our play, but that was as we were actually doing it. This was much different. It had a much different energy, almost a taboo to be speaking our secrets aloud.
It was very intimate. We were conducting a scene together in our minds. Building it step by step. We were creating and sharing a joint fantasy. There were no props. We weren't really doing anything physical other than cuddling close together and maybe caressing each other a bit. It was surprisingly intense, all the more because of the possibility that we might really act it out some time.
