Boot Stories

Copyright 2020 Christopher D.B. My black high-heeled pumps made a hollow clonking sound on the worn marble treads as I made my way up the stairs with the ornate iron railing. While my shoes looked like leather, they were from a discount department store and the label inside the uppers said they were all manmade materials. That didn’t bother me because they fit well and were comfortable. The heels were three and a half inc...

I am a bisexual man forty-eight years old, six-foot, one hundred eighty pounds, masculine, pretty hairy with a nice trimmed beard. My wife and I have a good sex life, but I enjoy some man-on-man sex once in a while. A number of years ago, we bought a nice house that had been built about forty years ago. Last week I received a telephone call from a man who said his father was a builder, had built our house and they had liv...

I am down on my knees before her. There is a dull pain from the clamps on my nipples, and the sharper bite of clamps on my sack. If I was not so horny, it would hurt. At her command, I bend over and kiss her boot. I stick out my tongue and start licking. The smell of leather and polish fills my nose. I lick the smooth leather. Every few laps of my tongue I have to wet it again. I bend forward to better trace the length of...

I thought I would share something that happened to me when I was 16, that has stayed in my memory for years. We lived in the north of England when I was growing up. And although not rich we had a cleaning lady who came during the week, she looked after me during the school holidays while my mum and dad were at work. I thought things might change as I got older, but they didn't trust me to be in on my own all day, probably...