My new BootBoy and I had been having a nice conversation about our mutually shared desires and interests, and I had been spinning my wicked web around him by acting out our little boot-loving scenario, starting by simply showing off for him. He had been made to watch as I teased him with this particular pair of shiny white spike heeled boots, the ones I wore the night we met. I was strutting around the room, exuding confidence and seduction while coaxing him to tell me all about the naughty little things he wanted to do to them...
But we were going to take things very slowly - I knew that I had all night long to make him unravel completely, and I intended to take my time, coaxing and teasing him to slowly make him reveal his fetishistic desires to me, and make him tell me all the yummy things that he wanted to do to my slutty boots. So I intended to do it little by little...
I could make him tell me the simple things he wanted, like wanting to touch them and caress them, then I could coax somewhat more erotic things out of him, like wanting to kiss and lick them all over, and I figured I could even make him tell me how he would love to worship my sky-high heels!
And later, I was pretty sure I could have him simply begging me to let him play with himself, and if he did everything I wanted, perhaps I might even let him CUM all over my slutty boots...but I'll bet he had no idea I was going to let him go that far with them, and even I was not sure yet! But it was going to be great fun for both of us to find out!!
For now, however, we were starting things off with some visual stimulation and encouragement. I began by enticing him, showing off in my sexy outfit and displaying my sexy white boots for him, and asking if he might want to touch them. He definitely wanted that, I already knew it, but I made him say it, and he wasn't ashamed to do so.
And when he confessed his desire to touch them, I offered them to him...and that was when the real fun began!
I was standing right in front of him, and he was sitting on the floor in front of me. He reached out for them, and I instinctively took a step back away from him, denying him with barely any effort at all. It felt wonderful! He just sat there, holding out his hand, and letting out a short breath as my rejection sank in.
"Well now, that's nice of you, just letting me tease you like that!" I giggled as I repeated the process, openly sharing my level of excitement with him as I again stepped forward and brought my sexy boots within his reach, allowing him to try to touch them.
This time, when he reached out, I allowed the tips of his fingers to just barely touch the shiny white material of my boots, and then I simply moved back a little again, just enough to prevent his touch, only inches away. Again he just kept his hand still, and he could have simply reached out more, but it was as though he was accepting my rejection, even encouraging it.
This excited me greatly - somehow I imagined him being more aggressive with his pursuit of my slutty boots, but his cooperation in the tease and denial was quite thrilling!
"Yeah, that's it!" I said with satisfaction, "That's really hot! You want to touch them, I know you do, and I can show them to you, and then I can decide whether to let you have them or not! And even if I do let you touch them, you'll never know whether it will be a little or a lot - I get to decide that too!" I giggled with glee at the thought of this, getting hot as the words came out of my mouth, describing the little scenario we had both dreamed about...and having it come true for both of us!
I was instantly becoming fascinated with the power and control that he was affording me, and I knew I was going to let him touch them, but I could decide when, and how much to allow. This was clearly a very amusing little game, and I began to have some conflicted feelings...part of me just wanted to indulge him and let him rub his hands all over my boots, but another part of me knew I could just string him along, and keep repeating the little teasey game, over and over, until I was good and ready to give in.
I came back to him slowly, feeling a bit of pity for the way he had surrendered to me so quickly and completely...but as he reached out again to touch my boots, I backed up just a little, this time without even letting him touch them at all. Suddenly I remembered something my girlfriend said, about how it was better to give a guy a little bit of something sexual that he wanted, and then take it away, how it made him want it much more than just showing it to him and not letting him have it...
"Wow, " I said, my breath getting heavy, "that's turning me on! Look at that - those sexy boots, right in front of you, and you really do want to touch them, don't you! But you can't...at least not yet, and I get to decide whether I should let you have them or not!" Even though I was repeating myself, the words felt so good to say again, I simply adored it!
He kept staring at my boots, so close and yet so far, and panted, "Yeah, Kitty, this is incredible! I want to touch them, but I know you want to tease me first, so I'm trying to let you have your fun too! But it's so hard for me to resist them, I just want to grab them, but I'm not going to! It would be disrespectful to you, and I want you to be in charge! Wow - I've always wanted to do this, and now I have my chance, you are so hot, this is more incredible than I could have imagined!"
"I'm glad, honey! I know you want this, I love how we're talking about it too! And I want to make sure that you know I'm going to let you do what you want to my boots tonight, but just let me have my fun too and we can talk more about whatever you want to do, okay?"
And with that, I went to him and decided to let him have a little. I stood a few feet away from him, again with my hands on my hips, looking down at him as I and told him, "You know, I just love seeing you sitting on the floor like that! It feels so naughty to be marching around in front of you, showing off for you while wearing these sexy boots you like so much, and the way you're sitting, you can't reach them, unless I decide to let you. God, that feels sooo good!"
"Yeah, I like it too, I've always wanted to be on my knees at a pretty girl's feet, her spike heeled boots right in front of my eyes, just like this! Oh, Kitty, this is a fucking dream come true, thank you so much!!"
I grinned broadly at his confession, saying confidently, "And we're just getting started!" Suddenly my demeanor changed and I asked pensively, "So...what if I told you I wanted you to follow me around a little, on your hands on knees? I've always wanted to try that, to be strutting around wearing sexy high-heeled boots while a guy follows me on his hands and knees like a little puppy! Could we do that?"
He just looked at me and smiled, and, without saying a word, he started to move toward me, crawling on his hands and knees. I just stood there facing him, watching him approach me, and when he got within reach, I took a step backwards. He continued to follow, and as he approached this time I spun around on my high heels, facing away from him, and tossed my hair over one shoulder to look back at him.
"Oooh, look at you down there, crawling after me! Wow - this is sooo naughty! I take it this is okay with you?"
"Yes, Kitty, I've always wanted to do this too, it's more than okay!"
