Like I said, now it was time to get a little more wicked and cruel with my BootBoy...I had been toying with him in several different outfits, each one getting progressively sexier and evoking different feelings of seduction, arousal, and submission. There was an innocent white outfit we had started with, and I then proceeded to a playful pink one and a hotter red one, and of course, each was paired with matching sexy spike heeled boots!
BootBoy had been made stare at me and drool over me while I strutted around and showed myself off for him, and he had been slowly and methodically teased and denied with each pair of slutty boots. Eventually, when I had had my fill of my side of the equation, he was finally allowed to fondle, kiss, and lick them...
Slowly, our teasing games had gotten kinkier and more intense, with me discovering how much I enjoyed feeding off his arousal and desperation. I was shocked at how enthusiastic he became, and how much I got off on teasing and denying him as I bossed him around, offering my slutty boots to him, demanding that he tend to them and then rejecting him when he tried!
We had also explored a little begging game where I began counting the number of times he begged for my boots, and I loved to set little goals for him and then make them difficult (or impossible!) to achieve. It was fun to attempt to distract him from his begging just so I could make him start over, and I just loved teasing his cock with one of my boots while he begged for the other.
And the best part of that particular game was finding out how easily I could make him mess up his counting, just by toying with his erection with the toe of one of my sexy boots!
But then we stumbled on one of his needs that really surprised me...I thought I was already being really cruel in the way I was playing all these little mind games with him...showing him something, making him want it, making him beg for it, then denying him. At first I'd just do it, denying him without a word...take my boot away as he was trying to touch it, kiss it, or lick it, but then I started to say the word "NO" to him as he begged and pleaded with me, and this sent his arousal absolutely through the roof!
At first I said "NO" playfully but firmly, but the more he begged, the stricter I became, and it was kind of natural to delay his gratification like that...but then he confessed that he wanted me to say it meaner...to snarl at him as I scolded him and rejected his naughty desires! This surprised me at first, like I said, but his reaction as I began to experiment with this harshness led me to explore it more, little by little.
At first it wasn't something I thought I'd be comfortable with, but his obvious arousal as I denied him more cruelly started to wear me down, and soon I was sneering and growling at him as I denied him. He sniveled and moaned the more I did it, whining as he continued to beg and plead, and I found myself getting more sexually excited as I rejected him while I toyed with his cock with my boot and laughed at his pathetic begging.
This was really bringing out a different side of me, moving a little more toward the sadistic side of these kind of sexual games, and even though I wasn't into administering pain physically, the idea of tormenting him verbally and psychologically was starting to appeal to me more and more...
So after I finished teasing him in my red outfit, I left him on the floor, wailing and pleading for more kinky boot-teasing, and went into the other room to change into something more appropriate for the darker desires I was discovering inside myself. Like I said, if it wasn't for the way he was acting, I don't think I would have ever headed things in this direction, but he was obviously so turned on by the meaner side of things, I found myself becoming more interested in exploring that with him.
So I sat down in my dressing room and started to figure out exactly what I wanted to wear to further that aspect of our teasing games. This outfit had to be geared exactly toward what I had in mind, it should be very sexual and revealing, but also needed a certain aspect of sheer feminine POWER that I hadn't quite explored for him yet...
First I picked out a sexy leopard-print push-up bra and matching panties. I had been using angora in my outfits so far tonight, and I had some really sexy and very revealing black sweaters I could pair with the leopard, but I decided to go for a different look, one to support the whole nastiness I wanted to portray...so I picked out a see-through fishnet top and pulled it on. I loved the way it looked, the black mesh leaving me very exposed, and you could see the leopard bra quite plainly right through the black fishnet material.
I picked out a matching black fishnet miniskirt and pulled it on, and the look was the same as the top - you could plainly see my leopard-print panties underneath! I then added some metal and leather accessories: studded metal bracelets, a black leather metal-studded collar, and a bitchy, tough looking studded leather belt. I was really heading this look in more of a full-on Dominatrix direction, with just a touch of feminine softness and sensuality remaining...
I could feel myself getting excited as I touched up my makeup, adding some darker color to my eyes...heavy mascara and eye shadow, and dark black eyeliner. The look was very exotic and powerful, and I paused occasionally to glance at my full appearance in the large mirror, fully absorbing exactly how much this look was so well-suited to the task at hand!
After finishing up my makeup, adding a thick coat of glistening wet, blood-red lipstick, I went over to my boot rack and surveyed my selection of sexy thigh-high spike-heeled boots. At the beginning of the evening, I had made my BootBoy reveal to me which pairs of boots he loved the most, and he had pointed right at my two black ones. I had told him at that point that he was going to be teased with each and every pair I had, and that we were going to save the best for last.
Right before I had switched into this outfit, I had been making him beg to come, and we had been playing our kinky little begging and counting game. And he had also revealed to me that he was simply dying to come all over my boots, but I had reminded him that I was not done teasing him yet...not by a long shot. I had to remind him that we were saving the best for last, and I'm sure he thought that meant that I was going to let him explode all over one of my pairs of black boots...his favorites!
But was I? Was I going to finally give in to him, show mercy on him as he begged and pleaded for release...to be able to CUM all over my slutty boots after several hours of teasing and denying? Even I had not made up my mind yet!
What I did know was that he had been begging me to be meaner with him, and this black fishnet outfit with all the little studded leather accessories was just the ticket to lead him farther along into his darker desires! And now it was time to add the final touch to the look...one of my sluttiest pairs of boots, the black leather ones...
They were a sumptuous black leather, and had a wonderful smell as I picked them up and pulled them on each leg, zipping them slowly up onto my thighs. They had a high platform and what must have been a 7" heel, but as I said at the very beginning of my boot adventures with this particular gentleman, I had practiced extensively learning how to walk daintily in sky-high heels like that. So, as I stood up and began parading around my dressing room for a minute, I quickly became very comfortable moving my body in a way that gave me perfect balance!
The key is to really use your hips as you walk, swaying them from side to side to maintain a pretty style of strutting...and it also helps to thrust your chest forward, and your ass...um, rearward?? All this helps keep your balance, but also caters to the male need to see the female figure perched up high, displayed proudly and brazenly...and it all just fits perfectly into the whole seduction and cocktease routine, doesn't it!
And so, after another minute or so of strutting proudly around my dressing room, admiring myself, primping and preening a little more in my full-length mirror, I fussed over a couple small details of my outfit and went prancing back into the living room.
And there he was, sitting on the floor with his still-hard erection pointing straight up at me. I smiled as he caught his first glance of me, and I watched his reaction - his mouth fell open, he took a sharp breath in and exhaled it slowly as he said, almost panting, "WOW!"
"You like?" I said sweetly.
"Yeah!" he replied, and I just smiled wider as I started to circle him. He stared up and down my body, and as his gaze fell down onto my boots, his eyes got that glazed over look that I was coming to find quite appealing...they fixated on the bottom of the boots, the sexy pointy toe, and of course, the sky-high spiked heel! He was completely hypnotized, transfixed, and totally infatuated!
Suddenly I noticed his cock starting to twitch a little in response to looking at me, and it started bobbing up and down with each pulse of blood as he openly stared at my outrageously sexy, powerful looking black leather boots. I couldn't believe my eyes, seeing how obviously my appearance was exciting him, and I knew right then that the fun and games were about to get even more kinky and nasty!
I was tempted to go right over to him and pick up right where we left off, to start teasing his cock with my boot and demanding that he beg me to come some more...and I almost did, but then realized I really should take my time with him at this point, that all those kinkier activities would be waiting for us whenever I decided to get around to them.
And so I started right at the beginning...first I just kept parading around him, flaunting myself for his enjoyment, and I started to question him about whether he liked the way I looked or not. It was more like an interrogation, and I started to enjoy doubting his word when he said how much he loved how I looked, telling him I didn't think I looked sexy, which made him practically burst with compliments.
He flattered me shamelessly as I smiled at him, calling attention to little parts of me, my made up face and hair, my tits, my ass, my legs...and of course, my boots!
He went completely wild over my boots as I posed in them, lifting one up and planting it on the couch right in front of his face, and he made the mistake of reaching out to touch it. My demeanor suddenly went right to stern and aggressive as I scolded him, telling him "NO!", knowing how much he'd love that...
