Just a Pair of Boots
“It’s just a pair of boots,” Judith thought. “Nothing more.” So why the hell was she getting so worked up about it? Meredith had about fifty of them, all different, and none of them provoked the same lustful response as the patent black sheen where she could see her eager face reflected. “What’s wrong with me?”
It was a question without a definitive answer, one more to add to the list of doubts and insecurities that had started plaguing her mind ever since she had gotten herself a new roommate. Carol she understood and had fun with her antics whether they involved boys or girls, but after six months together, Judith remained a mystery, and mysteries pissed her off.
“It’s just a pair of boots,” Judith grumbled, staring at the thigh-high PVC boots that wouldn’t look out of place in a BDSM club or dungeon. Not that she had ever been in any of those – she wasn’t attracted to the lifestyle in the slightest – but certain images become ingrained in people’s minds through pop culture and this was definitely one of them. Did Meredith enjoy trampling people with those dangerous heels? Had anyone ever been forced to lick them clean from top to bottom?
“What are you even talking about?” Judith scolded herself. “Who cares about such nonsense? It’s just a fucking pair of boots!”
Yes, nothing more. An expensive pair for sure and one of Meredith’s favorites. It was strange to see them abandoned in the living room, the summer sunlight kissing them through the main window. If the sun had feelings, would it enjoy doing so? How pleasurable would it be to shower the sexy footwear with kisses, including the soles and the heels? The more she considered the idea the hotter it sounded. “Shit, Judith! Will you get a hold of yourself already?”
The college girl momentarily averted her gaze, and it was as if a cloudy veil was lifted from her thoughts. She shook her head and headed to the kitchen to get breakfast. How bizarre that a simple pair of boots could have her ramble so much and experience sensations she wasn’t willing to accept. She would have to ask Meredith to keep them out of sight next time. Where was she, anyway?
It was half past eight in the morning and her mysterious roommate was nowhere to be seen. Her bed remained unstirred meaning she hadn’t slept in the house last night but she had to have been there at some point because the boots were not in the living room when Judith turned in, so what was the deal with that?
In the kitchen, she prepared a French Toast and poured a glass of mandarin juice. As elusive as Meredith was, she always left the most delicious juices in the fridge for her. The bittersweet citric taste felt wonderful on her lips. Judith had her breakfast yawned right after the last gulp, and returned to the living room where the black fetish boots remained in the same place, waiting for her. Suddenly unable to keep her eyes open, she collapsed on the ground and slept.
“Good girl,” Meredith’s sultry voice echoed in her dreams. “Back here for me, adrift in my words, and completely receptive to them. You love my black PVC boots, Judith. You’ve always loved them. Whenever you see them, whether I’m wearing them or not, this addictive feeling grows. Fantasizing about worshipping them is a natural state of mind we both want it to become permanent. You will dream of my boots at every moment until the day finally comes I allow you to surrender completely to their power, my little boot slut. Sleep and dream of this. Sleep and never stop dreaming. When you open your eyes again, you will be a little more conditioned to my will, a willing slave to my boots. Sleep.”
Judith squirmed on the hardwood floor, pussy tingling as the programming become stronger in her soul, almost unbreakable. It was just a pair of boots, but the boots belonged to an irresistible Goddess who demanded her subservience. She would sink deeper, accept her fate, and obey.
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