This afternoon, my friend Jean-Marc ( previously known as Apple Boy) stopped by the house to tell me about his new job. A job at a woman shoes store. A job at woman’s shoe store was perhaps the perfect job for him ( save the apple store where he was previously employed). This is because Jean-Marc has a huge fetish for women’s feet. He loved to be disciplined by a hot domme in a great pair of boots.
As he came into the house, he had a bag for me and when I opened it, there was the most beautiful pair of fuck me boots I had ever seen. Black, leather, lace up with a bitchin’ stiletto heel. These boots could kick some major ass should Mistress Isabella should decide to make another appearance.
As soon as I had taken them out, Jean-Marc was pleading with me to put them on. My friend Kat,a domme was due to arrive in minutes later and being a kinky girl, I just HAD to show them off.
I left him in the kitchen and went into my bedroom, deciding these beautiful fuck me boots would go perfectly with some fuck me black leather pants and a corset. I took everything out and began to get dressed. I heard a car turning into the driveway thinking
As I shimmyed my way into the corset, I heard a car pulling into the driveway assuming it was Kat, I continued to cinch my way into the corset.
A few moments I heard some more commotion coming from the kitchen, and not the sound of Kat finding herself a new foot loving sub, this was serious.
I came out into the kitchen and there was Thierry yelling at Jean-Marc. As I came inside Thierry grinned like the ass he is and came over to me. If you are unfamiliar with Thierry’s antics, you can catch up here.
” You look hot.” He drooled, reaching to take arm.
” Get the FUCK out of my house.” I snarled, pulling my arm away.
” I thought we could have some fun before I go.” He said in his slimy french accent.
” If you don’t get the fuck out of my house right now, I’m gonna…”
” What have Apple boy beat me up?” He asked turn to shove Jean-Marc into the wall with a smirk. That was it, no one screws with my sub.
As Thierry turned back to me, I thought quick, I knew he wasn’t leaving without a fight. As he came towards me, I did the first thing I could think of, I kicked in his general direction hoping I might hit nice and tender, and to my delight, my stiletto hit the bulls-eye, I heard him crouch down with a groan. He was going to be black and blue down there quite a while.
” Too bad I don’t have any boiling water like I did in Paris…that were perfect icing on the cake…” Thierry just groaned. ” Now are you going to get the FUCK out of my house, or am I going to boil some?”
Thierry began to hobble over to the door, at the same time and collided with Kat who was coming into the door carrying two coffees, she was so started, they dropped out of her hands and onto him. I heard him scream as the scaling hot coffee hit his skin. Normally if it was anyone else in the world I would have felt sorry for them…but not Thierry…that bastard deserved every dropped that scalding hot coffee.
” Of my God, I’m sorry!” Cried Kat.
” Kat,that’s Thierry”
” Oh, well in that case I’m not sorry, get the FUCK out of her house!” She said.
Thierry hobbled out and I shut the door behind him.
itsw amazing how useful heels can be! they can be used both as a tool to get boys but also to get rid of them x