Shoes and whiskbrooms

Her latest present, she didn’t ask for them but the moment she mentioned wanting some platform boots ordering a pair follow automatically. I’m a little irked with myself for not licking them yesterday.

I’m trying to better incorporate my boot fetish in the way we spend time together. Certainly isn’t that I’m ashamed. Just need to feel sure that she doesn’t see my boot adoration as asking for D/s. Welcome if it follows but her boots can be happily enjoyed outside of BDSM: another way of making out.

She wore a simple pair of black Demonia ‘schoolgirl’ heels the other day. Equally pretty shoes for a pretty girl and rich in the power to evoke the desire to be down on my knees.

We’d been in the dining room drinking when I got down and kissed and licked them for a couple of minutes.

Later in the living room I asked to return to them. She told me to lie on my back. The instant she issued an order my own will vanished. It was like instantly entering a hypnotic trance.

She allowed me to enjoy the shoes and shoes my face about with them.

Then she stroked me with a whiskbroom. That was very sensual. At the end if was as if she’d come to focus on the broom and had forgotten I was there. Exciting in another way.

I spent maybe fifteen minutes on the floor. Perhaps the shortest we’ve played together that way. But I didn’t feel as if I’d been ‘cheated’ of anything.