kissherboots
01-17-2004, 11:29 AM
I am submitting this story for a very special Lady...You know who You are....and i wrote this for Her pleasure
The day started like any other day but certainly ended with a twist. I prepared myself for work, not knowing what the day had in store. If I knew I probably would have immediately jumped back in bed and stayed there under the security of my blanket.
The day was a typical dank and wet day in winter. I shivered in my winter jacket and hurried inside the building in which I work. The day was one of those typical days filled with many boring meetings and administrative paperwork.
Unbeknownst to my employees and the world in general, I had a fetish for worshipping a woman’s boots. I was a bootslave and loved the humiliation of kneeling in front of a dominant woman and worshipping her boots.
As a rule, women generally wear boots to work in the winter, particularly having to walk through the slush of a melting snow, et cetera. And this day was no exception. Having experienced a major snowfall several days earlier, the snow was starting to melt on this warm day. Most women would wear the boots traveling to work and then when they reached their work station would change the boots to more common heels, et cetera.
Not only was the day dank and wet, I was having a rough day. It seemed that everything was a problem that needed immediate resolution. Finally, things settled down by lunch. I walked from my office into my assistant’s office looking for her to finish up some minor things. She wasn’t there but on her desk were her boots…They were gorgeous, black leather, stiletto heels….Deep down, I had an acute boot fetish and had always fantasized about being on my knees at the feet of a woman worshipping her boots. Matter of fact, my computer screen name at home was ‘worshipherboots’.
I picked up her boots, and stuck one stiletto heel in my mouth. I then kissed the toe of the boots and was euphoric. Unbeknownst to me, my assistant was standing in the door watching me caress and worship her boots. Suddenly, I could feel her eyes drilling into my back and she said, “Is there something you want to tell me?” And, before I could answer, she said, “you didn’t ask permission to kiss my boots, did you – slave?”
I was mortified and stammered “what…what….do you mean Chelsea?” And She replied, “that is Mistress Chelsea to you slave! If you don’t want me to file a sexual harassment suit against you, and run to tell everybody in the building, you will become My slave. From now on, you will address Me as Mistress Chelsea, understand slave?” Closing and locking the door, Mistress Chelsea put on Her boots, had me kneel at Her feet and lick the soles of Her boots. She then had lie on the floor and She stood over me and lowered Her boot onto my face and had me continue licking Her soles…She then trampled me, and the grin on Her face made me want to sink into the floor and disappear.
I was helpless and petrified that She would expose me. She then had me take off Her boots, and massage Her feet, lick and suck Her toes. I was in ecstasy but embarrassed and fearful at the same time. She told me that from that day forward that I would be Her foot and bootslave and worship and massage Her feet each day.
We settled into a routine, I would kneel and kiss her boots each day and that seemed to suffice. Then one day, I knew that I was in trouble because when my intercom rang for me to go worship Mistress Chelsea’s shoes, Chelsea’s sister was there with an expectant look on her face. Janet also worked in the building, and with a slight shrug, Chelsea told me “you didn’t think that I wouldn’t tell my sister, did you?”
And turning to me, Janet said, “Okay, slave get to work!” I was humiliated and enslaved to be Mistress Chelsea and Mistress Janet’s slave or suffer the consequences at work.
The day started like any other day but certainly ended with a twist. I prepared myself for work, not knowing what the day had in store. If I knew I probably would have immediately jumped back in bed and stayed there under the security of my blanket.
The day was a typical dank and wet day in winter. I shivered in my winter jacket and hurried inside the building in which I work. The day was one of those typical days filled with many boring meetings and administrative paperwork.
Unbeknownst to my employees and the world in general, I had a fetish for worshipping a woman’s boots. I was a bootslave and loved the humiliation of kneeling in front of a dominant woman and worshipping her boots.
As a rule, women generally wear boots to work in the winter, particularly having to walk through the slush of a melting snow, et cetera. And this day was no exception. Having experienced a major snowfall several days earlier, the snow was starting to melt on this warm day. Most women would wear the boots traveling to work and then when they reached their work station would change the boots to more common heels, et cetera.
Not only was the day dank and wet, I was having a rough day. It seemed that everything was a problem that needed immediate resolution. Finally, things settled down by lunch. I walked from my office into my assistant’s office looking for her to finish up some minor things. She wasn’t there but on her desk were her boots…They were gorgeous, black leather, stiletto heels….Deep down, I had an acute boot fetish and had always fantasized about being on my knees at the feet of a woman worshipping her boots. Matter of fact, my computer screen name at home was ‘worshipherboots’.
I picked up her boots, and stuck one stiletto heel in my mouth. I then kissed the toe of the boots and was euphoric. Unbeknownst to me, my assistant was standing in the door watching me caress and worship her boots. Suddenly, I could feel her eyes drilling into my back and she said, “Is there something you want to tell me?” And, before I could answer, she said, “you didn’t ask permission to kiss my boots, did you – slave?”
I was mortified and stammered “what…what….do you mean Chelsea?” And She replied, “that is Mistress Chelsea to you slave! If you don’t want me to file a sexual harassment suit against you, and run to tell everybody in the building, you will become My slave. From now on, you will address Me as Mistress Chelsea, understand slave?” Closing and locking the door, Mistress Chelsea put on Her boots, had me kneel at Her feet and lick the soles of Her boots. She then had lie on the floor and She stood over me and lowered Her boot onto my face and had me continue licking Her soles…She then trampled me, and the grin on Her face made me want to sink into the floor and disappear.
I was helpless and petrified that She would expose me. She then had me take off Her boots, and massage Her feet, lick and suck Her toes. I was in ecstasy but embarrassed and fearful at the same time. She told me that from that day forward that I would be Her foot and bootslave and worship and massage Her feet each day.
We settled into a routine, I would kneel and kiss her boots each day and that seemed to suffice. Then one day, I knew that I was in trouble because when my intercom rang for me to go worship Mistress Chelsea’s shoes, Chelsea’s sister was there with an expectant look on her face. Janet also worked in the building, and with a slight shrug, Chelsea told me “you didn’t think that I wouldn’t tell my sister, did you?”
And turning to me, Janet said, “Okay, slave get to work!” I was humiliated and enslaved to be Mistress Chelsea and Mistress Janet’s slave or suffer the consequences at work.