BluBalls for Kitty's BootBoy Ch. 02

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The blonde bootslut lures him back to her place...
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Part 2 of the 11 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 03/11/2018
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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!

I echoed his comments, agreeing with everything he said and making it clear that I understood and appreciated the brazen and blatant sexuality of thigh-high spike-heeled boots...I also confessed to hearing about my female friend's adventures with her boot-loving boyfriend, the way she talked about teasing him, how she liked to show off for him in her sexy boots, how she liked to control him when she was wearing them, and how she'd let him...do things to them...

I could tell this interested and excited him, and he listened intently as I described the way my girlfriend liked to toy with her lover while wearing her slutty boots. Oh my god, it felt sooo good to be having an open, honest conversation about this, I was getting very excited, and I could tell he was too. I don't think either of us had ever been in this situation, both of us expressing our mutual desires, each one of us going a little farther as we danced carefully around the erotic situation developing between us!

Soon, I just decided to come out and say it, and I giggled and said sweetly, "I think you should know..." and I paused for a moment and then continued with a big smile, "that I have always wanted to tease and control a guy while wearing boots like these! There's something about it...attracting his attention, showing them off for him and turning him on, knowing how much he likes them and WANTS them...I just love thinking about what kinds of things I could make him do for me!"

I confessed to him that I had always been fascinated with the idea of towering above a guy while wearing sexy spike heeled boots, with him down on his knees before me! The image of that was so intoxicating to me...it was clear how easy it would be to make a submissive male who loved my boots follow me around, crawling on his hands and knees, and I could effortlessly taunt him and toy with him, showing off my sexy boots for him to arouse and attract his desires.

And, with me in a position of power and authority, I could either give him a little or deny him completely, all at a whim. I'd be so powerful and in complete control, and he would be so helpless and vulnerable, being made to crawl around on the floor like that...

As the conversation continued, I commented on how it seemed like it might be fun to allow the guy to worship my boots too...of course, this would be AFTER I had displayed them for him aroused his desire for them. I might let him massage them with his hands, perhaps let him kiss them all over, and maybe even let him do certain other things to them that he might like!

My new boot-friend nibbled at this bait too, and confessed that he would greatly enjoy doing the things I had mentioned, along with certain other things. We were both being rather coy about our desires here, but it was becoming quite clear that we were beginning to connect on this topic and I was quite interested in getting started and seeing where things would go.

His eyes practically popped out of his head as he listened to me describe my sexual fantasies and desires like that, and he watched me continuing to fuss over my boots, holding them up, rubbing the leather all over and tugging on the tops of them.

He could barely contain his excitement as I confessed that I had always wanted to explore those kinds of activities with someone. I decided to lay it on the line and said simply, "I was kinda hoping you might like to play some boot-games with me...would you mind if I put on a little show with my sexy boots for you tonight?"

He was stunned, but after a short pause he managed to blurt out how much he would like to see that! I knew I had him then, he had really taken the bait...and I continued sweetly with a suggestive wink, "And maybe...if you behave yourself, I might let you pay attention to them, maybe even...do things to them too!"

I giggled a little then, and paused, continuing slowly, "I have a confession to make. You see, I've been...well, you know, I've been wearing these boots for you on purpose! Ever since you approached me and complimented me on them, I wanted to see if I could attract your attention to them, because I've heard that some men like to...well, how they like to...um...do things for girls while wearing boots like these! Is that true? Are you the kind of guy who likes do things like that?"

Again, even though this was the very thing we had been talking about, it felt very natural to play innocent as I questioned him about what I already knew, openly confronting him just for the sake of putting him on the spot again and watching his reaction. It was simply delightful!

This time, I could feel myself blushing a little as he grinned at me, and he could barely contain himself as he said, "Yeah, I always wanted to pay attention to a girl wearing boots like that! And...I could kinda tell you were teasing me a little." I giggled some more, and said sweetly, "Just a little?" and he answered, "Okay, okay, you were teasing me a LOT, weren't you!" I smiled very broadly, staring at him but not saying another word...

We were both really putting our desires right out on the table now, and it felt really good as each of us slowly revealed our mutual erotic fascination with my thigh-high spike-heeled boots...every comment we made was bringing us closer to the main event - his complete and total enslavement to me and my slutty boots!

Once again I held up one of my boots, fussing over the black leather and smoothing it with my hands, hiking it up my leg, resting it back down on the floor and then lovingly doing the same thing to the other boot...slowly and deliberately. He just stared at me taunting him like that, and the way he was allowing me to show them off for him without attempting any sexual advances on me was really turning me on...

"Oh wow!" He finally blurted, focusing his eyes on me tending to my sexy boots as he finally spilled his guts, "I can't believe this is happening! You are so incredible, so sexy, every time we go out I've been dying to tell you how much I love being with you, how gorgeous you are, and how much I LOVE all the sexy boots you've been wearing!" I smiled as I listened to him confess his feelings and I casually thanked him, as though I already knew everything he was saying.

He could barely contain his excitement as I continued to encourage his expressions of desire...

"I'll do anything you want, this is like a dream come true, just please let me worship you in those sexy boots of yours!" I smiled broadly at him, a little shocked at how suddenly forward he was being but thoroughly enjoying the aroused and somewhat desperate way he was expressing himself, and I asked, "And...if I wanted to...um, tease you with them, would that be okay?"

I giggled as I lifted up my boot again, showing it to him, and he answered, "Yes, that would be more than okay! I would like that very much!"

"So..." I said suggestively, "I'd like to show you what I was talking about when I said I like to dress sexy! Would that be okay with you?"

"Okay?" he said with a laugh, "Ever since you mentioned dressing that way I've been dying to see you all dolled up like that! But I didn't want to offend you, I know you said you weren't interested in being more intimate with me."

I paused, catching his eye and saying suggestively, "Well, there are other things we can do together that have nothing to do with sex...well maybe a little to do with it." I winked at him again and continued, "I do have something specific in mind that I would like to discuss with you, if you like...but I think I should change first. So you just wait right here, and I'll be right back! I'm going to go get changed into something more...uncomfortable!"

He laughed at the joke, and I winked at him once again, got up, and strutted into the other room. I was so pleased with the way things were proceeding, and I felt wonderfully comfortable and confident with myself as I thought about what was going to happen next!

So I spent the next half hour or so fussing over myself, adding little details to my appearance to enhance my femininity and show off my blatant sex appeal for him.

As I said before, I had been dressing somewhat casually for our dates, and that night was no exception. I had on a plain-looking blouse and jeans, with very little makeup, and I had my hair up away from my face with a simple hair clip. Of course, my sexy black leather boots had undeniable appeal, but it was nothing compared to what was to come. So now it was time to turn up the heat...

So I started by letting my long blonde hair down, brushing and styling it into long, fluffy waves down my back and teasing it up wildly on top. I applied some slutty-looking makeup, including cat-like eyeliner, dark eye shadow and mascara, heavy rouge on my cheeks and shiny red lip gloss on my full, juicy lips. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror, always impressed with myself at how incredibly seductive and attractive I look when I'm all dolled up like that!

I then carefully selected some clothes that would seal his fate, starting with a sexy leopard-print pushup bra which I covered with a soft, low-cut black angora crop sweater. It was a button-down style, and I left several of the top buttons undone so that it showed off my cleavage peeking out from the sexy bra. The tiny crop style sweater just barely covered the bottom of my large breasts and it left my tummy uncovered.

I wrapped a sparkly gold-chain belt around my waist and slipped into a very short leopard-print velvety miniskirt. After making a few minor adjustments to my attire, making sure everything fitted just the way I wanted, I then moved over to my boot rack...

I perused the collection of kinky thigh-high boots I had out hanging from clips on a rack, running my hand down the length of them. It was then that I came up with the idea to show off for him in each and every single pair I had, and I decided to encourage him to tell me which ones he liked the most. But I was already pretty sure which ones he would find the most appealing...there were a couple pairs in black leather, including the pair I was wearing that night, and another even wilder pair in shiny black vinyl with 6" spiked metallic heels.

I had removed the ones I was already wearing that night as I got ready, and I decided to start the fun off with that same pair, so I picked those up and pulled them back on, standing in my full-length mirror to admire myself and putting a few finishing touches on my slutty getup. To that end I added some dangly gold jewelry: long earrings, several gold necklaces of different lengths with charms dangling down between my ample cleavage, and some sparkly gold bracelets.

I admired myself and fluffed up my hair some more, spraying it with hair spray to keep it in place and smiling at myself, noticing how stunning and wildly seductive I looked. As a finishing touch I drenched myself in seductive perfume, spraying it all over myself, even down toward my boots...

Boy, was I hot to trot!! My appearance was going to completely overwhelm him, and my attire (and those boots) would simply leave him with no ability to resist me, none at all! As I admired myself in the full-length mirror near the entrance back into the living room, I turned from side to side and posed as I inspected every inch of my curvy body. With just one look at myself, I knew full well that he was going to be my personal BootBoy tonight, and that I was going to make him MINE from that moment on!

Now he didn't know it yet, or maybe he did...but either way he was about to find out!

And then I strutted back into the other room, brimming with confidence and just tickled to death about the way the whole scenario was unfolding before me. And when he looked at me, the effect was instantaneous and obvious. His eyes kind of glazed over as he caught my eye and stared at me, and I marched over to him and stood with my hands on my hips right in front of him, saying "Hi!" as though I was meeting him for the first time.

He was sitting on the couch, and he looked up at me, staring into my eyes for a few moments. Without saying a word, I spun around on my high heels and marched over to a big mirror on the other side of the room. He just sat there, but I knew he'd be watching, and as I reached the mirror I looked back at him and said with a challenging tone, "Well don't you want a nice, close up look at me? Come here!"

He got up and came over without hesitation, and I smiled at his immediate compliance. I posed and preened in front of the mirror for a minute as he stood a few feet away, and I focused only on myself and said innocently, "What do you think? Do you like the way I look??"

He couldn't speak, and his eyes just moved all over me in stunned silence. And I just stood there, shifting my weight from side to side, posing for him, and watching him in the mirror as his eyes moved slowly over every inch of my body. As he looked at certain parts of me, I made it a point to do little things to titillate and arouse him...

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