Boots (WebArchive)

Mandy was awakened by the constant itching from her legs, thankful she was in her own bed and it had all been a dream, a wonderful, kinky, scary dream. Her hands were frantically scratching her thighs making her pull the covers back while she swung her legs out from under them. The loud clunk when her feet hit the hard wood floor cleared her fuzzy mind making her slowly look towards her feet and gasp. The stunned woman said “Oh my god it was real?”

Mandy’s dreams had started a few months ago, every night she dreamt of having her legs encased in thick leather thigh high ballet boots, forever. The dreams had started after she had received her new boots that were like the ones in her dreams except, of course, they were laced on and could be removed. The dreams started with her wearing her new boots while walking in the mall like she had been wearing the boots all her life. In real life Mandy could barely hobble a few steps in her new boots but craved wearing them every minute she was out of them and lacing them tight every night and forcing herself to wear them from Friday night to Monday morning.

The toe boots went perfectly with herself bondage games making it much more difficult to reach her release when she had to stand and giving her legs and feet an erotic look and feel when she had them on. On weeknights Mandy would sit with her head harness gag, wrist and ankle cuffs all locked on staring at her out stretched legs and feet admiring how defined her leg muscles looked under the leather and how perfect she thought her feet looked when held en-point. As Mandy’s obsession with the boots grew the intensity of her dreams increased as well driving Mandy to wear her boots while driving to work just to make the feelings last longer. She even wore them even when she knew she had to get gas for her car forcing herself to fill her car while she stood in her normal work skirt and the tall leather boots relishing being outside in them...