Oh yeah! I had just experienced the first thrill of teasing and denying a nice, older, and very willing BootBoy with a pair of wildly kinky thigh-high black leather spike heeled boots...I was dressed up in a revealing, furry black low-cut angora sweater over a push-up leopard print bra, and I had put on a matching skin-tight leopard print miniskirt. I was wearing the usual collection of sparkly gold jewelry and had on a matching sparkly gold belly chain too, in addition to the essential long shiny red fingernails. My hair was, of course, teased up all wild and sexy, and my slutty makeup completed the picture: wild black cat eyes, deep red rouge cheeks, and dripping wet blood-red lipstick!
I had confronted my first boot-teasing subject with his desire for my boots after dating him several times, wearing progressively sexier boots each time for him, noting how he became more and more fascinated and attracted to me (and my boots!) each time we went out. And now, I was openly discussing my interest in prickteasing him, confessing how I had already been teasing him a little (okay, a lot!) as we casually talked about our shared fascination with my sexy boots!
We had both agreed to incorporate my teasing desires with his interest in paying attention to a girl's slutty spike heeled boots, and I had purposely worn a deliciously kinky pair for him...just to begin the process of his inevitable enslavement! After we reached an understanding about how I was going to control him completely, and make him do things for me according to my whims, I had promised to reward him by letting him do some of the very naughty things he had always wanted to do to my slutty thigh high boots...and I had a pretty good idea as to what those things might be, but we both continued to dance around the specifics!
To initiate the whole scenario, I had purposely dressed up in the somewhat aggressive-looking black and leopard-print outfit that I just described, figuring that it would be the best way to assert my sexual superiority and power over him. And I had done exactly that - he was clearly intimidated by me, but also very attracted to me at the same time, and I had my first taste of the wonderful feeling of getting to observe his response to my mixed message of arousal and authority.
I was actually watching this guy anxiously fumble over himself as he flattered me and tried to tell me his desires, and I proceeded to study him carefully as he began to unravel before me! He stammered and stuttered as he nervously attempted to express his undeniable attraction to me, and I just stood there, watching the simply delicious way he was losing control of himself...
And then, I had performed my very first official cocktease by encouraging him to reach out and touch my slutty spike heels, which I showed off for him quite brazenly. First I encouraged him to describe his desire for my oh-so-high heels while he stared at them, and I had insisted that he tell me exactly what he liked so much about them. And then, it was indescribably kinky to encourage him to touch them, only to simply pull them away when he tried!
Wow, and I mean, WOW!! That first time was such a simple act of tease and denial, but it was a moment I will never forget. I could tell he loved it too, as I observed the look on his face when my blatantly cruel deception sunk slowly into the deepest recesses of his pervy little mind...
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Feeling completely empowered and emboldened by my first little cockteasey boot-seduction, I marched off into my dressing room and quickly removed my clothes, picking out some white items to match the white boots. I put on a white lace bra and a little white pair of g-string panties, and slipped my arms into a tight white angora sweater. It was almost the same style as the black one, a cropped button-down, low-cut in front, and I left it completely unbuttoned except the bottom button. My large breasts formed absolutely delicious cleavage, being held up by my bra and pushed together by the tight sweater...
I absolutely love wearing white angora; the combination of the innocence of white as a color with the sensuality of the furry, fluffiness of the angora fur makes for a simply irresistible appearance, evoking images of sensuality, femininity and sweet arousal.
And I have found that combining the soft, feminine and furry angora items with wildly revealing slutty skirts or booty shorts creates a simply overwhelming effect: the look is so irresistible; it's such a mixed message of feminine attraction and seduction combined with sheer sexuality! And of course, I always include wildly teased up "big" hair, lots of jewelry, and most of the time I add long, shiny red fingernails to the mix...and when I add a pair of super-slutty high heeled stripper shoes or thigh high boots, I have learned that most men are completely helpless to resist me!
This serves only to further my intentions to seduce and enslave any man I set my sights on, and it is only a very lucky and carefully selected few that have had the privilege to engage me in my specialized sexual desires...and tonight, this considerate, worldly older gentleman was going to join my exclusive, elite little club!!
To that end, for this evening's activities I added a sparkly white mini-skirt to this little getup, quite short but kind of loose and flowy, not skin-tight like most of the miniskirts I like to wear. The rest of my appearance was pretty much the same as before: smokin' hot Barbie-doll hooker, slutty hair and makeup, dangly gold jewelry, long sexy red fingernails, etc.
I marched into the other room where he was waiting, and after seeing me in the black leather boots and leopard print outfit, this look was more tame, although still outrageously sexy. But my demeanor was different. I motioned for him to stand up, and I went to him and threw my arms around his neck, allowing his hands to slip around my waist, and I embraced him softly, whispering, "I'm gonna show you a good time tonight!" I pulled back a little to look him in the eyes as he caressed my waist softly, and I continued, "I'm so happy you're open to this! I've been dying to tell you how much I wanted to tease you with these boots!"
"You've been doing it already!" he commented, and I answered, "Yes, but we hadn't talked about it very openly yet, and I was so nervous, hoping you would enjoy being teased, but not knowing if we could discuss it!" Suddenly I was like a sweet and willing girlfriend, so seductive and appealing, very different from the strong and powerful persona I assumed with my last outfit.
"I...I was really nervous too," he answered, "and I just didn't want to offend you! You're so sexy, I just want to make you happy, and I'm okay with whatever you're willing to do with me, and I'm just so privileged to be with you!"
I smiled as I looked at him, knowing that we were reaching a nice little understanding of what was and what was not going to happen. "Well then," I said suggestively, "I want to make it clear, again, that I don't want to have sex with you, but I am going to allow you to enjoy yourself with all my sexy boots, okay?" I hadn't even decided yet exactly what that might mean, and the look in his eyes told me he didn't care about being denied sex with me, he would simply accept whatever conditions I gave him, and he'd thoroughly enjoy any little sexual treats I decided to reward him with.
"But first, I am going to indulge myself and explore my interest in tease and denial with you, and I would appreciate it if you would respect my wishes and let me take control of the situation. I want you to know that I am going to let you do yummy things to my boots, but first you must earn it, and you will do that by obeying me and doing everything I say, all right? Only then will I let you do all your naughty-boy things to these sexy boots you love so much, okay?"
We were still holding each other in our arms, and this exchange of our desires was quite intimate and personal. He was stunned at the way I was confronting him with his desires, but it was also obvious he was interested in the things I was revealing about how I wanted to treat him! And the way I was talking was sweet and seductive but also strong and assertive; the things I was saying were very much in contrast to my appearance, my soft white outfit being kind of the opposite of how I was assuming control of the whole scenario.
He held me in his arms, gently rubbing my waist as he slowly pulled me closer, and I continued, "I just love the idea of being a tease, but not the kind of girl you hear about, that lies to men to get what she wants, that leads them to believe they're going to have sex with her, but then doesn't give them any. No, what I heard is that some guys actually like to be teased, that they don't mind not having sex, that they want to be with kind of girls who can help them explore their desires to be teased!. Mmmmm, and I always wanted a nice guy like that to play with! And if that guy happens to love the kind of sexy high-heeled boots I like too, then all the better for both of us! Does all this sound like the kind of thing that interests you?"
I looked at him playfully, knowing full well what the answer to the question was, but enjoying the idea of asking it anyway, putting him on the spot, and waiting for his reaction. He looked back at me with a growing smile, and simply nodded and said, "Yes!"
I knew I had him now. He had this look in his eye, like this was the most erotic thing he had ever heard of, and here it was, right in front of his face! It felt truly wonderful to be talking so openly about these desires, and the best part was that our desires were shared...we both wanted the same thing, but from slightly different perspectives. This was going to work, just fine indeed!
I continued, "So, what do you say, do you think we can reach some kind of agreement? If you can let me be the prickteaser I've always wanted to be, I'll be more than happy to make you become my nice, obedient little BootBoy!!"
I stared at him, letting my words sink in for a second or two, and he managed to stammer, "Y...yes, Kitty! You can do whatever you want to me, turn me on, tease and deny me over and over, I'll do anything you say, I promise, just please let me have your boots!! I want to watch you strut around in them...I would love to touch them...run my hands all over them...and if you'll let me, I'd really like to...." and he paused and looked at me with a sudden look of hesitation, as though there were lots more things he was dying to do to them, but just wasn't ready to admit it to me yet.
Suddenly I realized that I might have to convince him to tell me his deeper fantasies, and that he most likely had some internally conflicted feelings about them. Perhaps I would have to coax his kinkiest needs out of him, and the thought of this instantly excited me. As I thought about it, I quickly realized that it would be lots of fun to force him to confess his most perverted boot-desires to me! And then, with his desires revealed to me, I could pick and choose kinky little games to play with him...I was more much open to his spike-heeled boot fantasies than he realized yet, but soon, we were both going to find out just how far we could play up this slutty little boot pricktease game!
But back to the matter at hand. It was clear that I was already in complete control of things that night, and we both knew it. It was a very fulfilling and comforting realization to arrive at! And now it was time to formally begin the boot games for the evening, and so, after a few more moments of letting him hold me in his arms, I simply pushed his hands away from my waist and pulled away from him a little, prancing over to the full length mirror again. He followed...
I was really attracting his attention now, and he was just eating it up. His eyes danced all over my body as he watched me fuss over myself some more, following my hands as I tended to little details of my appearance, fluffing up my hair some more, adjusting my tits, playing with my skirt. I stood there, admiring my slutty white outfit, and I asked him innocently, "So....do you like this little white outfit I've put together for you?"
He hesitated, again unable to quickly respond, feeling completely overwhelmed at such a brazen display of femininity, but finally managed to blurt out his obvious approval of me...I petted myself softly, rubbing my hands over the fluffy white angora sweater and continuing, "I really love wearing angora, it's so sensual, so soft and feminine! And it works so well with all my other slutty clothes, this little miniskirt, the sexy jewelry...and you do remember these sexy white boots, don't you, the ones I wore the night we met?"
"Oh yeah, honey, I remember those boots, all right! How could I forget?? That was a wonderful evening, I just loved the way you looked that night, and how you made me feel so comfortable! I never thought a girl like you would allow me the opportunity to be with her, and when you gave me your number and told me to call you, I was so surprised!"
"Well, you were so appreciative and interested in me...and my boots...I wasn't about to let you go!" I said sweetly, looking down at them, continuing, "I figured I should take the opportunity to express myself to you, and I really hoped we could have some fun and games with these sexy boots of mine!" And boy, did we have fun all right...I spent the next few months dating him and showing off various pairs of my boots for him, all the while making sure he knew that he was NOT going to have me...
I fussed over myself a while longer as he watched, fluffing up my hair even more and adjusting my titties again, jiggling them a little and adjusting them so they came almost spilling out of my white lace push-up bra enclosed by the soft furry white sweater. He couldn't take his eyes off me, and he stared at me shamelessly as I continued to primp and preen for him. He stammered, "Wow, Kitty, you are just so fucking gorgeous! I simply LOVE the way you dress, how you show yourself off, it's completely outrageous...I love it!!"
"Oh, so you DO love it, do you? My, my, that's a very nice thing to say! I was hoping I could hear you say how much you like me all dressed up like this, and I was beginning to wonder what I'd have to do to get you to tell me! But don't worry," I said with a wink, "It's okay, sweetie, you don't have to be ashamed about telling me how much you like me, how you love the way I look, how much you want to do naughty things to me and my sexy boots...I've heard a thing or two about boys like you and all the kinky things you like! Like I said, before you get what you want, you are going to obey me and let me control you, okay?" He nodded frantically, still somewhat shocked at my confidence despite my lack of actual experience.
I kept remembering all the naughty teasing games my girlfriend had told me about, how she'd show off her slutty boots for her boyfriend who had a boot fetish, how turned on he'd get, and how he could be made to do things for her, pretty much anything she wanted, just so she would let him have his way with her boots...and boy, did she make him earn all the little rewards she'd given him!
"So..." I said, putting a finger up to my mouth pensively, "the first thing I'd like to try is having you sit on the floor in front of me, and you can watch as I strut around for you! Would you like that? Would you do that for me??"
He didn't answer, but simply sat down on one side of me as I stood in front of the mirror. I could not contain my excitement at his obedience, and I let out a girlish giggle...somehow I knew he was going to do it without hesitation, but still, actually seeing him do it gave me quite a thrill. It was so new, so exciting, and such an incredible rush of power to have over him!
I fussed over myself for another minute as he ogled me, and then I pulled out a shiny red lip gloss. As he stared at me, I slowly and sensually painted my full, pouty lips until they were absolutely dripping wet. I was paying careful attention to this process, not looking at him as he watched, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye, and he had an incredible look of desire on his face!
And then, with another sly wink, I put down the lip gloss and asked him if he was ready for the show! He nodded again, and I started to march around the room, walking back and forth in front of him, moving away from him, coming back closer, then backing away, over and over. My walk became a bouncy strut, absolutely oozing with sex appeal, and I made every attempt to wiggle my ass and jiggle my tits as seductively as I possibly could. I knew he would absolutely love this, and I purposely didn't look at him, but as I strutted around I caught a few glances of his reflection in the mirrors in various places around the room, and he was staring intently. I could see his eyes drinking in every inch of me, but there was obvious attention being paid to my boots!
Next I went over to him and stood right in front of him, again with my hands on my hips, a pose which I was beginning to understand evoked a very intense feeling of power and authority over him. I then asked, in a somewhat accusatory way, "How's the view from down there? Is it nice to see these super sexy boots right before your eyes like this?" He looked up at me, staring into my eyes, and didn't respond. I giggled a little and encouraged him, "Don't worry, honey! You can drool at my boots if you want! I know you love them, and I know you must want to look at them, so go ahead, don't be shy! After all, that's why we're here, isn't it??"
That did it. He looked down at my boots, and his eyes paused briefly on certain places as they moved slowly down my things, over my knees, down my calves and onto my slutty spiked heels. And he stopped right there. The sky-high heels seemed to hold some kind of additional erotic power over him, and he continued to stare at them. I noticed this, and I turned around slowly, lifting one up toward his face as I sweetly encouraged him, "Sooooo....you really do love these high heels, don't you?"
He didn't respond for a moment, the whole situation was too mind-blowing, too incredibly erotic for him to find the words! And boy, did that excite me, the idea that he was so distracted and aroused that he couldn't talk! I giggled and coaxed him a little, "Yoo-hoo! Oh, Bootboy, I asked you a question!!" He stuttered out an apology as he gushed his feelings of attraction to my fantastic high heels.
They were about 6" high, and it seemed like they would be simply impossible to walk in, but as I stated when I described wearing them the night I met him, I had practiced extensively in them, positioning my shapely body just so, sticking out my tits and lifting up my hips and ass to adjust my posture so I could parade around daintily without much problem.
"God, Kitty, how do you walk in those heels? I've never seen a girl wear heels like that and be able to walk so naturally! And I LOVE the way you look when you walk, so dainty, the way you wiggle your body and move so sexy!! WOW!!!"
"Well, I'm glad you like it!" I said playfully, continuing to march around for a moment and then coming back and standing right in front of him, striking the pose with my hands on my hips again. There was a wonderful exchange of admiration and fascination going on here, with me showing myself off for him, him admiring me and telling me how much he loved it, which only encouraged me to show off even more! He was really getting turned on, and so was I!!
"Now," I said confidently, "be a good little BootBoy and tell Kitty what else you might like to do to these sexy boots!" He sheepishly looked up at me, tearing his eyes away from the high heels, and asked softly, "May I....may I please....touch them?"
"Hmmmm...." I said, pausing to consider his request, feeling incredibly empowered by the sight of him on the floor before me, shamelessly asking me to let him touch them, "well, I suppose I could let you do that! But you be nice, don't do anything too naughty yet, we're just getting started!"
