An Experiment in Shoe Worship

For several months my libido has seemed to be connected to a randomizer. Dead one weak, powerful the next. While a dimming of sexual energy doesn’t interfere as far as I’ve noticed with my desire to surrender when it is strong being alone bothers me more.

Today’s experiment. Knowing Alexandra wouldn’t mind I thought I would see how it felt to lick her shoes while she’s away. So I inventoried her footwear.

Most of the boots wouldn’t do. There are a couple that I dearly like but they don’t evoke my D/s component. The others would only flop over if empty making it impossible to sustain the illusion that her legs were in them.

A couple of colorful high heels tempted me but I was wary of their small heels. Two shiny, shiny black pairs seemed the best choice.

On the bed I placed a simple girlish pair. Often I’ve wished I could adore her as she sat on a pedestal or throne.

Closing my eyes and pretending that she was sitting above me I began to lick them. But found that kissing them, rubbing my cheek across them was more comforting. My mood was more romantic than slavish.

By Demonia’s standards the pair on the floor were mild looking. But they have tall, heels that curve outward as they descend to the base. Any attempt to lick the heels almost knocked them over. So I moved to their fronts. Even after dropping flat on my belly tender feelings predominated and kissing and caressing them with my cheeks made me happiest. I’m more of a fond fool than slave.

The whole episode lasted but a few minutes. I know the compass of my imagination.

It left me a little spaced out. Then I just missed Alexandra more. An interesting experiment that I don’t see myself repeating.