Cold Leather Revenge

'Struggling to balance on your slutty heels are you?' Lydia said 'Tell you what, I'll do you a favour. Remove them.'

'I'm sorry?' Ms Harries replied.

'Your slut boots. Remove them. Give them to me.' Lydia snapped.

'Please. No. Not my boots. I need them!' Ms Harris said, looking up at Lydia with pleading eyes.

Realising how much this act meant to Ms Harris, Lydia became more resolved to further humiliate her.

'Now, MS Harris. You parade around this office in your slutty heels & boots, letting every male drool over you while you swan around as though you own the place. Why is that? Could it be because the men here admire you in your sexy leather boots? Could it be that you know this and dress like a cheap slag because it is the only way you manage to get a sexual kick?' she said.

Ms Harris just looked down at the floor.

'Answer me bitch!' Lydia snapped, grabbing Ms Harris pony tail and yanking her face up towards her.

'Yes. Yes it is. I love my boots. They make me feel sexy. Powerful.' Ms Harris replied.

'I see. Well, seeing as you are now in a position where you are no longer "powerful" I see no reason for you to wear your sexy boots. Lose them. Now.' Lydia said, the last words purring from her in a sexy manner.

'Oh please Miss Jones. Let me keep my boots. Please, just let me keep them.' Ms Harris pleaded.

'You are trying my patience slut. Lose them. Now.' Lydia snapped at her, yanking on her pony tail.

Ms Harris gingerly tugged on one of her zippers and pulled a boot off. Sighing, she moved onto the other one until both boots were on the floor next to her.

'Now. As the "shoe" is on the other foot -- pardon the pun! I think you should know the feeling of true humiliation.' Lydia said as she sat herself on the sofa.

'Remove my shoes and replace them with your sexy boots.' She barked at Ms Harris who was now kneeling on the floor looking utterly dejected.

'What? No! These are my boots. Custom made, for me. Nobody else has ever worn them, they cost me over £300!' Ms Harris bleated.

'Oh I see' Lydia sarcastically said 'Well, then that makes this all the better' she continued as 'That makes perfect sense now. Custom made for you, but now as you have lost your own self respect & dignity, you do not deserve to wear such fine footwear now do you. Dress me slut. And be quick!'.

Ms Harris gingerly moved to pick up her boots and shuffled over to Lydia's feet. Trembling, she picked up one of her boots and slowly placed it onto Lydia's foot. As Lydia pushed her toes into position and pressed down, the leather of the boot instinctively wrapped itself around her foot snugly.

'Now zip me up slut.' Lydia snapped, feeling the leather of Ms Harris boot encase her leg.

'Now the other one, and be quicker this time.' Lydia said, whilst admiring her newly booted foot.

Ms Harris bent to pick the other boot and continued to dress Lydia. She was now feeling utterly defeated. Her beautiful boots, the symbol of her power lost and to make it worse, now being worn by her own secretary. Pulling up the zipper to the second boot, Ms Harris leant back and couldn't help but admire the sexy, glistening black leather boots that, until a few minutes ago, had adorned her own feet.

'I see what you mean slut. They do make you feel very sexy! And they look amazing don't they?' Lydia chirped. Ms Harris now sat, looking at the floor.

'I said don't they slut! Fucking answer me when I talk to you!' Lydia snapped, grabbing her ponytail.

'Yes Miss. Yes they do.' Ms Harris answered.

'Do you think they make ME look sexy? Seeing as you are the expert, you can be honest -- for once.' Lydia cooed.

'Yes Miss, they do. Very sexy.' Ms Harris sighed.

'I am being so selfish!' said Lydia sarcastically 'I have taken your shoes, I think it only fair to give you mine! Put my old shoes on slut. They will suit your new position!'

'Please Miss, my feet are used to wearing heels at least four inches. My feet are naturally arched now!' Ms Harris cried, almost pleading with Lydia for mercy.

'Tough luck slut. This is what you are reduced to, now put them on.' Lydia replied.

Picking up Lydia's battered old worn flat almost 'ballet style' slip on's, she reluctantly put them on her feet. Looking down at Ms Harris, a wicked smile came across Lydia's face.

'I tell you what Donna. If you miss them that much, why not give them a little kiss.' Lydia whispered down at her.

'Excuse me Miss?' Ms Harris replied confused.

'Kiss them. Show me how much you appreciate MY new boots.' Lydia smirked.

'Oh please Miss. No, not that. Please don't make me kiss my own boots.' Ms Harris pleaded.

Lydia stood, towering over the humbled & humiliated Ms Harris, her big blue eyes looking up at Lydia with complete humiliation & contempt.

'Correction slut. They are no longer YOU'RE boots. They are MINE. Now kiss.' Said Lydia as she beamed a wicked smile down on her new slave.