We now continue with the story of how I seduced and enslaved a nice gentleman with a weakness for women's sexy thigh-high spike-heeled boots...after the initial encounter I described, meeting him at the nightclub and beginning his seduction, over time he and I came to have a very close friendship, and we enjoyed many kinky, erotic encounters involving his fetish for thigh-high, spike-heeled boot worship!
During the first part of my story, I had been slowly luring and baiting my new friend to me, casually allowing him to date me and wearing somewhat plain but progressively sexier outfits and spike heeled boots for him. And now, the time had come to continue his transformation into my personal, private bootboy!
After several evenings of fine food and good conversation, some of it regarding his interest and appreciation for my sexy spike-heeled boots, I finally invited him back to my place, and he seemed surprised that I would extend such an intimate personal invitation. I even had to encourage him to accept, since he kept insisting that he didn't want to make me uncomfortable. His nervousness and hesitation pleased me greatly, since it catered even more to the idea that I was in charge of the personal scenario developing between us.
I did make it quite clear that even though I wanted him to come home with me that night, I was not going to sleep with him. He didn't mind this statement, and was obviously willing to accept whatever attention I was comfortable giving him. I did mention that I had something special to show him, and he looked me in the eyes as I smiled and winked at him coyly.
The mixed messages I was giving him were a little confusing, which was definitely my intent, and I simply didn't care how he felt about it! It also excited me very much to be in the position I was in, having complete control of the situation, since it gave me more of the upper hand which I enjoy having with men.
And I particularly enjoyed the level of communication we were having, each of us expressing interest, but also showing respect for each other and displaying awareness of the idea that we both needed to consent to whatever was going to happen. I wasn't going to have sex with him, he knew that and understood it, but there was something else I was going to offer him that was still quite appealing, and it would prove to be incredibly erotic and fulfilling for both of us.
As we entered my luxurious high-rise apartment, I showed him around, leading him through the living room, dining room and kitchen, where I poured some wine for both of us and chatted him up for a while. We made ourselves comfortable in my living room, and soon I invited him to see the rest of my place, so I took him into my more private, personal space. I led him into my dressing room, right next to my bedroom, which was a large room with lots of mirrors, quite elegant and luxurious.
He could see lots of clothing racks containing all my sexy attire, since I love having everything out and at my fingertips. My plain clothes are all in my dresser drawers, but the sexier stuff is all out on display and I had always thought about sharing this particular room with a nice submissive male I intended on seducing...and now was my chance!
There were furs, fluffy angora sweaters and elegant designer blouses everywhere, along with sexy dresses, miniskirts and booty shorts folded neatly, and a large collection of sky-high heeled shoes of all varieties. I watched as his eyes darted from one clothing rack to another, and everywhere he looked were more and more sexy clothes to titillate him. His eyes paused when he noticed one particular rack that had a dozen pairs of thigh high spike heeled boots dangling from clips on it...
"So..." I said softly as soon as he noticed the boots, "I do have a little surprise for you in here, but first, why don't we sit down in the living room and chat for a while, and then I'll let you in on my little secret!" I winked at him and switched off the light, and he was speechless as he followed me into the living room. I plopped myself down on the couch and he sat down too.
He was being completely respectful and compliant, and he was willingly playing along with every nuance of the situation I was setting up. I loved that, and reveled in the growing feeling of power and control that he was affording me. And since it was my place, my apartment, I had the upper hand and I was enjoying every minute of it!
After a couple of glasses of wine and some small talk, I began the inevitable process of sealing his fate and I said flatly, "So...it has not escaped my attention that you seem to be quite attracted to the boots I like to wear. I think you are interested in them. Is that true?"
This was already something we had established and discussed, but it was fun to start the conversation all over again, as though I didn't know the answer, just so I could put him on the spot and hear him tell me what I already knew, just for kicks. The truth is, I can never get enough of hearing a boot-loving slaveboy tell me how much he adores me in all my slutty spike-heeled boots!
I waited for his response, which he seemed to be having a little difficulty putting into words. I did not look at him, but simply held one of my sexy boots up in the air, lifting it up right in front of his eyes and tugging on the leather at the top. This was one of my sexiest pairs, made of soft, buttery smooth black leather with no platform and 5" heels.
"Do you like these boots I'm wearing now?" I said, matter-of-factly, rubbing them up and down with my hands. Without waiting for an answer, I continued, "They're one of my favorites, they make me feel so naughty! Mmm, this black leather, and these super-high heels, they make me feel kinda wicked!"
He confessed that he had been dying to tell me how much he simply adored my sexy black leather boots, and he sheepishly admitted that whenever he sees a beautiful woman wearing boots like that at a mall or somewhere, he usually tries to follow her around just so he can look at her in her gorgeous boots! I commented, feigning surprise, "Ooo, that's so naughty!"
I grinned knowingly then, looking at him to see his reaction, and continued in a slightly accusatory tone as I held up one boot again, "So, you like following a pretty girl around while she's wearing sexy boots like these, do you?" He blushed at the way I was confronting him, and he confessed that he couldn't help it, there was just something about watching a hot girl wearing boots like that - strutting around, looking so confident, so powerful...
It was then that we began elaborating on our shared interests regarding the outrageous appearance of sexy spike-heeled boots. I listened intently as he described how much he loved the way they looked, the way they completely encase a woman's legs, how they're so powerful looking, so sexually suggestive and seductive. That same appeal was obvious to me, since my bisexual identity only made me understand his desire even more...you see, I also simply adore the way a gorgeous, voluptuous woman looks in boots like that!
