Her Red Shoes
» My Inner Life
Yesterday I said my BDSM libido was sort of in limbo, though rather confusingly.
Not long after writing that I tried to take a nap. Images of Alexandra doing the most degrading and cruel things flooded my mind. Too restless to nap I took a walk.
I like black boots best. Don’t normally think of brightly colored shoes.
Sometime back I saw a pair of these red high heels. They had a pure 1950s shape. It was easy to imagine some film noir director focusing on them as a woman ascended a staircase with a man, helplessly pulled along by his lust followed her.
Naturally I had to buy a pair for Alexandra.
She put on those shoes last night accompanied by fishnet stockings and a Chinese sort of dress. Wonderfully, powerfully carnal.
Though I know it is OK for me to kiss her shoes if I want I like to wait for her to signal desire. The element of command helps me feel more submissive.
When one of those red shoes pressed into my face I began to kiss and lick them ravenously but with tender reverence.
That was it for last night. No complaint, adoring her through her footwear is always enough.
