Roxanne had no idea how her life would have turned out if her parents hadn't interfered but she was pretty sure she would have been happier. She was born into a well-to-do family in rural England that had fallen on hard times and she had practically been press ganged into an arranged marriage when she was 19 which was engineered to rescue the family's fortunes.
She was married off to a steel magnate, an American billionaire, who was 25 years older than her and quite fancied the idea of marrying a duchess because he thought it would make him a duke. It didn't. She was forced to move to New York and leave her friends and opportunistic family behind and she had tried to make the best of it and please her husband and be a loving and caring wife by doing all the things he wanted. She shuddered when she looked back but these were the things one did when they were young and aimed to please.
She'd had her teeth done, changed the colour of her hair, had her breasts surgically enhanced and shaved her pussy amongst many other things at his behest. She'd also had oral, vaginal and anal sex with him, allowed him to use sex toys on her and had sex with another man and on a different occasion with another woman while he watched, indulging his voyeuristic nature but he wasn't a loving man. In fact, he was uncaring and cruel on many occasions and when they discovered she was sterile and couldn't produce a heir, he became totally unfaithful and slept with anything that had a pulse. Later she'd discovered that it wasn't like he needed an excuse, he'd been doing the dirt on her from day one.
Then 27, Roxanne had decided to leave him and sue for divorce but it turned out to be unnecessary. Hubby had gone on a drinks and drugs binge with some hookers and then had a DUI incident and smashed his car into an oncoming truck. Hubby had come off worse. She took no pleasure in how he'd died but she didn't miss him either and after the funeral she signed the papers with her lawyer which made her the sole inheritor of 4.5 billion dollars. Her greedy family, who were the very epitome of vultures, came calling to share in her good fortune and she cut all ties with them. It was clear to her that they had completely fucked up her life with their selfish ambition and had never been there for her in the tough times. They wouldn't see a penny.
Despite her fabulous wealth, life was a bit boring and she drifted aimlessly, constantly taking up new hobbies, getting bored just as quickly with them and throwing in the towel. She stopped shaving her pussy because this was something her dead husband had insisted on. She liked a smooth waxed vagina but when she did it again, it would be for her. She also developed a habit of picking up young guys in bars, taking them home and fucking them in her huge down town apartment but she soon grew tired of shagging inexperienced young men who failed to satisfy her though they were under the mistaken impression they were sex gods, they confused energy with know how. What she really wanted and yearned for with every fibre of her being were some new experiences and with people who knew what they were doing.
One day, while out shopping in New York, she passed a sex shop and a pair of stunning boots in the shop window caught her eye which made her stop and stare. These were the sexiest boots she'd ever seen and maybe the tallest. They were shiny red PVC thigh high boots with a five inch stiletto heel and a pointy toe. She couldn't explain why, but these boots did something to her crotch. She went in and asked to try them on and the hot young assistant brought her the box to the changing room and left her to it. Roxanne took off her jeans, pulled the right boot out of the long box and dragged down the zip. She pushed her foot in until the leather fitted snugly around it and pulled the zipper up the endless boot. These weren't ordinary thigh highs and the boot came to within four inches of her crotch. The boots were so fucking hot and she rushed to put on the other one and looked at herself in the mirror.
"So fucking hot," she repeated, and turned one way and then the other to admire herself in the gleaming long boots. They made her horny, so damn horny and before she knew it, she had pulled her panties to one side and was wanking off, masturbating with abandon in a changing room in a sex shop in downtown New York.
"Are you okay in there mam?" she heard the assistant say outside and she guessed her loud moaning and the smell of her sex had given her away.
"I'm coming in mam."
What? Fuck no, she thought in a panic.
The assistant burst through the door, grabbed her and swung her around in one swift movement so she was facing the long mirror and began to finger blast her clit. Roxanne shrieked and had to place both her hands on the mirror to keep herself upright and she found what she saw in the mirror incredibly erotic. This hot young woman finger blasting her from behind while she wore these shiny red fuck me boots certainly hadn't been something she'd expected to happen when she'd decided to go shopping and she gasped and came hard and had the best orgasm she'd had in a long, long time.
She hooked up with the young assistant, Laura, when she knocked off work and did indeed fuck her and get fucked in her new boots. She and Laura had sex on a regular basis after that and they both enjoyed it though their relationship was strictly physical. They were lying in bed one night after some energetic sex when Laura told her about this website she thought Roxanne would love.
"How do you know I'd love it?" she laughed.
"Well, they've got a lot of fetishes you like. I mean, you always want to have sex in those boots you bought off me well you should see what these performers do in boots," and Roxanne protested she only had sex in boots with her, omitting the information that the only person she was having sex with at that moment was Laura.
"The performers are so fucking hot, especially the women, but the biggest difference and what attracts me to the website is the sex seems real," and Roxanne snorted with derision.
"Real staged porn," she said sarcastically.
"I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous but they look and sound like they are enjoying themselves, it looks authentic to me."
"What's the name of this site?" asked Roxanne, who was now intrigued.
"Mistress Tasha."