BluBalls for Kitty's BootBoy Ch. 01

Those of you who are familiar with my stories know that I have a desire to express the concept of prick teasing as a consensual sexual role play. I have always been fascinated with it, particularly in the context of it as a subset of female domination. As you are probably aware by now, my techniques are not the typical sadism or degradation / humiliation that some dommes employ. Instead, my games tend more toward sensuality and seduction, leading to erotic tease and denial.

To elaborate on that I'd like to share an experience I had with a guy who had a sexual attraction to boots...not just any boots, mind you, but a very specific style of women's boots with which many males, particularly submissive ones, share.

The kind of boots I'm talking about are a particular favorite of mine, and perhaps yours too? You know, boots like these: thigh high, with spike heels, sometimes made of certain exotic materials. I find that my favorites are kinky boots made of black leather or shiny black vinyl, and certain men seem to prefer those as well.

And until this particular encounter, I had never truly experienced the full extent of certain men's passions for sexy spike-heeled boots. And while my other stories so far have only had elements of real life sexual games in them, this story is a true one down to the last detail, and it's about a great guy I was involved with for many years.

The guy I'm referring to had a distinct fascination with my sexy thigh-high spike-heeled boots. He was an older gentleman, successful in business, and well traveled so he had lots of worldly experience. I met him at a nightclub, and he approached me in a very respectful and complimentary manner, an approach befitting me quite nicely. I agreed to allow him to contact me personally, and I soon became good friends with him as we shared our interests in fine food and good conversation.

He was clearly interested in me sexually, but I was not particularly attracted to him. This was not because he was unattractive, but more so because I do not usually enjoy conventional relationships with men. Although I am bisexual, I tend to have more emotional involvements with women. All of my long term committed relationships have been with girls. No, with men I prefer fetish-based involvements that have elements of domination and submission...

This can take many forms, and as you may be aware, my particular area of interest involves exploring sensual seduction techniques which generally lead to erotic prick teasing scenarios. This area of expertise puts me at an advantage in my relationships with men, a position with which I am familiar, and honestly, an arrangement which I prefer in many ways! Some men do not like it when I attempt to lead them down this path, but others, well...they seem to enjoy it. Yes, some of them enjoy it quite a lot, indeed!

It was the same with this guy - my interest in him was not conventional, but instead, was more dominant and fetishistic, and I soon began to experiment a little with certain behaviors which laid the foundation for our future interpersonal roles. It quickly became obvious that his interests were similar to mine, and even though I was not going to let him have me sexually, there were other activities which we could explore together that would serve to fulfill both our desires quite nicely!

In case you haven't heard me describe myself in my other stories, I am a tall, curvaceous green-eyed blonde female who is not shy about my appearance. In fact, I am quite the opposite - I very much enjoy openly showing myself off whenever and wherever I desire. I enjoy wearing sexy, revealing attire in certain carefully selected situations, and I like wearing low-cut tops, short sexy miniskirts, and sky-high heels. I also like to wear black leather and latex getups too, although I usually reserve that stuff for nights out at fetish clubs.

In more public situations I generally present a softer, more feminine look by wearing fluffy angora sweaters or low-cut satin or silky blouses, usually paired with nice tight pants. If I'm feeling a little more daring, I'll wear miniskirts made of velvet, spandex or leather. And sometimes those miniskirts are more of the "micro" variety...as they say in the ZZTop song, I've got legs and I know how to use them!

When I'm in a vampy mood, I also enjoy doing my long blonde hair up wild and sexy, putting on heavy makeup and wearing gold jewelry. And, as a finishing touch, I just love wearing long red fingernails, despite the obvious impractical nature of them.

Some people (women!) do not approve of this style of dressing up and showing off , but others (men!) seem quite interested in paying attention to me...and I enjoy catering to this type of attention! And this style of appearance serves very nicely to attract the kind of submissive male I enjoy teasing and toying with....they are drawn to me like bees to honey!

With the gentleman I'm talking about in this story, our conversations frequently involved his observations about my confidence in myself to dress the way I do, and he clearly admired me for the way I believed in myself. With him I exuded confidence with regard to my appearance, and I took pride in the way I presented myself and the way I behaved and acted around him.

And in his case, all the details of my preference for presenting a seductive appearance paled in comparison to the "main attraction", which was, of course...my sexy boots!

The night we met I was wearing a pair of white leather, thigh-high spike-heeled boots. They had a pointy toe (not the rounded toe style of many platforms boots) and had a 5" spiked metallic heel with no platform. They were quite difficult to walk in, but I had mastered the way to hold myself so I could keep my balance. And I had learned how to stick out my chest and ass just right, and how to move my hips properly when I walked so that I could gracefully strut along.

Watching a sexy girl prance around in sky-high heels is quite a visual treat for many men, and these particular pair of boots were no exception! When I wore them, I really got people's attention!

The night I met this guy, he saw me and immediately approached me with a big smile, and the very first thing he said to me was "Those are nice boots!" He said it in passing, as though he was just going to walk by and pay this compliment to me, not pushing me for anything else. I liked that, because I knew there was something about the way he said it that would allow me a certain...advantage.

So I smiled back and warmly accepted his compliment, thanking him with a coy wink and encouraging him to join me, offering him a chair next to me.

He seemed surprised by my invitation and my willingness to engage him in conversation, but he didn't hesitate to accept my offer. As he introduced himself, he looked me directly in the eye and I held his gaze, but then I looked away for a second to see what he would do. The moment I glanced away, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, peeking down at my sexy boots for just a moment.

As we began to talk, I flirted with him a little and immediately took the lead in our conversation, questioning him about himself and asking him seemingly innocent questions, making small talk with him as we sipped our drinks. He was quite confident as he told me about himself and his life, but there was something that kept distracting him and breaking his concentration...now I wonder, what could it be?

I quickly picked up on the way his eyes kept falling down to peek at my pretty white boots. When I would look him in the eye, he would hold my stare, but whenever I looked somewhere else, he was always peeking down at my boots. I could tell he was trying to do it in a way that I wouldn't notice (or so he thought), but he didn't realize that I was fully aware of his interest in them! Not only did I know he was attracted to them, but I was already beginning the process of seducing him with them. And my sexy spike heeled boots would soon be his undoing!

As time passed that night, it was fun to pretend not to notice his fascination with them, and at the same time to do things that would attract and encourage his attention to them! I began to really enjoy purposely displaying them to him...I'd cross and uncross my legs, bouncing my foot up and down, and generally showing them off for him. We were sitting in low lounge chairs, and my boots extended out toward him at an angle, since the chairs were facing diagonally toward each other. It was very exciting to see him desperately try not to look as I held one of them forward and bounced the high heel up and down.

I even extended one upward and reached down to adjust the white leather with my hands, smoothing it and tugging it up my thigh. "Oh, these boots....." I said sweetly, "I do love wearing them, but they are difficult on my tootsies!!" I slowly tended to the soft leather on the boot, rubbing it carefully and lovingly, and then performed the same act on the other boot. "The heels are so high, it makes it kinda difficult to walk, but somehow I seem to manage okay!" I could see him staring at me as I brazenly teased him with them. How thrilling and exciting it was for both of us!

I sighed softly, bending my knee to reach down and run my fingers around the high heel and under the arch. I glanced at him again, and as he stared down at my high heels, his eyes had a blankness to them which I had never quite seen before!

My fingers slid up and down the spiked heel as I giggled and cooed, "Some girls won't wear high heels like these, but I really like them..." He was obviously enjoying the little show I was performing for him, and I sighed and continued "They are very sexy, don't you think?" I glanced at him, not expecting a quick response, since I knew full well the effect that my little performance would have on him...

After a moment of stunned confusion, he managed to say, "They are fantastic!" He continued to stare at me working my magic by showing them off for him so openly, and he continued, blurting out, "I just LOVE sexy boots like that!" I could tell he was nervous confessing his feelings, and I paused, pulling my hands away and resting the boot back down. I caught his eye again, and I could see he wasn't sure if he had gone too far, or if I was offended by his obvious excitement. But I simply looked at him with a knowing smile, and I winked at him as I said sweetly, "I know!"

He smiled and I stared at him for a moment, holding his gaze and smiling knowingly. He couldn't tear his eyes away from mine as I pouted my lips at him playfully, and I could see his face turn red as he blushed at me. He was suddenly realizing that I was much more aware of his attraction to my boots than he could have imagined, or fantasized!

It was so clear that my boots seemed to have some kind of inescapable power over him, and this was something I'd heard of before. I knew there were certain kinds of men who were absolutely fascinated and entranced with women who wore boots like mine, and I had heard about a guy like that from a friend of mine. She talked about how one of her boyfriends was quite kinky, and that he liked to worship her in her slutty spike heeled boots!

I was fascinated by the way she described their relationship, and it sounded very erotic, hearing her talk about the way she could control him while wearing her high-heeled boots. She'd make him do things for her, and then reward him by letting him do certain things....very naughty things....to her sexy boots! She said that if he was a good boy and took very good care of her, if he played along with all her little games and catered to her kinky whims and desires, then sometimes...just maybe...she would let him tend to her sexy boots, and he could pay extra special attention to them.

But she made it clear that she would tease him with her boots first, showing them off for him but not letting him have them for a while...just to arouse his desire and turn him on. She'd make him take her out shopping, or to expensive dinners, or out dancing, and she'd wear her slutty boots for him, making sure to show them off for him in public for hours and hours. She'd take every opportunity imaginable to display herself for him, sitting on high bar stools, showing herself off and dangling her high-heeled boots while he watched, or making him sit and watch her as she danced seductively at a club.

After several hours of this, he'd be simply begging her to take him home with her, and she'd encourage his arousal by continuing to show off for him...but she would also cause absolutely delicious desperation by casually denying him! She just loved the way he acted when she rejected his advances, how he'd get so desperate, so frantic, how he'd plead with her to let him be with her.

Finally, very slowly, she would begin to accept his advances, and then she'd reluctantly agree to take him home with her. She said that he just LOVED it when she would tease him like that, and finally, after making him wait and earn his little reward, she would take him home and have even more kinky and intimate fun with him!

Once they were along together at her home, she said how much he loved to follow her around on his hands and knees while she strutted around and put on a little show for him. She would then make him beg her to let him have her boots, and he would plead with her to let him do naughty things to them while she casually ignored him or told him no outright. But slowly his begging would wear her down, and then, if she so desired, she would let him touch them, caress them, and massage her legs in them. And if he'd been very good, she would even let him kiss them and lick them, and sometimes, do even more kinky things to them!

She even confessed to exploring some gentle bondage games with him, and she got a twinkle in her eye as she talked about how much fun it was to restrain him a little so she could take full advantage of him...I was dying to know what she meant by that, but she simply giggled and told me that perhaps I should find myself a nice little boot-boy I could make all my own, and find out for myself what kinds of things I could make him do for me! And then, after I'd had my fun, maybe I could let him do the things he wanted...

Ever since she told me all the yummy things she liked to do to her little bootboy, I had been completely fascinated with the idea of finding a guy like that to toy with, but I had never had any direct experience with a boot lover like him before. Until now, that is!

In any case, now that I had this guy I had just met dangling from my string, simply by showing off my sexy boots for him, I knew full well that I had a real, live bootlover on my hands, and I was absolutely thrilled to be presented with the opportunity to engage him in his fetish!

Of course, I was not quite as thrilled as he was, and it was so obvious that he was nibbling at the bait...in fact, it was more like he was swallowing it hook line and sinker!! I immediately decided that it would be fun to play some kinky little boot-games with him, and I was dying to confront him with his obvious desire right then and there!

But I knew it would be better to take my sweet time with him, so that I could enjoy the whole situation as much as possible. So I decided to wait before fully engaging him in the kinky little games that were already coming together in my mind. And I knew full well that I could slowly bait my hook for him, and that I could easily lure him into my web and proceed to wrap him completely around my little finger! And then...well, then, I could slowly and lazily reel him in, totally at my leisure!

That night, after stringing him along for several hours, it finally got to be time to go home, since the club was closing for the evening. As the night progressed, his behavior had become more nervous and excited, and he was clearly starting to be more and more attracted to me (and my boots)! I had never watched a guy start to come undone like that before, and as he got more and more nervous, he couldn't seem to concentrate on our conversation.

Of course, I was not helping his situation at all...not one little bit, as I continued to tease him and show off my sexy boots for him. He was already starting to belong to ME, and it was soon quite clear that I could do with him exactly as I pleased. I had simply never felt that kind of power over a guy before...and I LOVED it!!!

We parted ways for the evening and I made it a point to thank him for being so nice and appreciative of me. He stammered that he would love to see me again soon, and I gave him my number and winked at him, saying one word, using a sticky sweet, feminine tone of voice: "Maybe..."

I paused for a moment, looking him directly in the eyes, and he was speechless at my suggestive behavior. I then instructed him to call me and spun around on my tippy-toes, feeling perfectly in charge and in complete control of the situation. Things were going extremely well, and I had never felt so empowered in my entire life!

I confidently marched away from him in the parking lot toward my car, my metal heels click-click-clicking on the blacktop, knowing full well that he was feasting his eyes on each and every inch of the luscious white leather boots he was already falling head over heels for. I tossed my hair over my shoulder again, glancing back at him again and saying "Call me!" in a stronger tone of voice.

I didn't wait for his acknowledgement, strutting away from him and gyrating my hips with each step, wiggling my ass and taking small, purposeful, dainty little steps to really play up the simply tantalizing show I was performing for him. Wow - did it feel good!!

I had barely gotten home when the phone rang, and I didn't recognize the number, but somehow I knew it was him. I didn't pick it up, letting it go to voicemail, and when I checked the message later there was a nice complimentary message from him. He told me what an honor and privilege it was to meet me, and how surprised he was that I had allowed him to converse with me because he thought I was quite simply one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. He did not immediately ask for another date, and as I listened to his nervous and excited tone of voice I knew he was already mine for the taking!

He called repeatedly over the next few weeks, and sometimes I would not answer, but other times I would. He practically begged me to go out with him again, and I accepted his proposals openly, but was seemingly always "busy" during the times he proposed. Each time I rejected him I simply encouraged him to call me again, and he willingly complied. Things continued just like that for several weeks.

If he left a message, I did not return it, but simply waited for him to call again. This strategy worked beautifully, with him continuing to play along with my little game, repeatedly coming back for more even as I continually ignored him. In no time at all I had him absolutely eating out of the palm of my hand!

Finally, after a couple months of teasing him like that, I granted him a date. And after we went out once, I really turned up the heat, accepting each of his invitations warmly and agreeing with his proposals. Over the next month or so, he took me out a few times, and I made it a point to dress kind of casually, but I'd always wear a pair of my sexy thigh high boots.

I have 8 or 9 pairs of boots like that, some in black leather or vinyl, others in pink, red, white, and even a leopard print pair. I chose several of the less wild and wicked pairs to wear out in public, saving the kinkier black pairs for other more intimate activities...and even though I usually enjoy dressing sexy for dates, I was purposely holding back, wearing jeans and a plain blouse or sweater, so that he would be even more focused on the boots I was using to seduce him! And boy, was he focused on them! I could barely get him to take his eyes off them...