Mistress' Boots

[MistressEva]

lol she's just using u guys she knows u will reply like that 2 get more pics of "her" boots when thats not even her

These are most definitely photos of me, look, here's one with my face in it, so how can i not be "me"
Mistress Eva

[MrAuz1989]

Such luscious thigh high boots! Who wouldn't be drawn to worship the sleek ebony leather, clinging to Mistress Eva's thighs like a jealous lover? Approaching her booted feet on my knees, as respect demands, I would smother her boots with welcoming kisses, savouring their taste like a fine wine. Homage done, I would run my hands up and down her boots, revelling in the feel of the warm, smooth leather. You know what I need and command me to kneel and place my turgid manhood between your boots. I obey and you trap my throbbing member between your legs. The butter soft leather envelops me, imprisoning me in their sweet embrace. Their soft warm grasp makes me harder still and my scrotum hardens as your soft, silky voice orders me to fuck your boots. Slowly, hesitantly, I begin to thrust my penis against them, the joyous caress of the smooth leather contrasting with the harsh grating where my prick rubs against the sharp metal zips. I moan softly as I grind against their fanged embrace. You demand more and I grasp your boots at the knee as I thrust harder against them, my breath coming in harsh gasps as your sweet torture makes my cock swell even more. You goad me on to further effort. A harsh cry escapes my lips as I hump your boots harder still. My face is inches away from the top of your boots and the intoxicating scent of leather and sweat fills my nostrils. You cajole me further, demanding greater and greater effort. My vision grows blurry as sweat fills my eyes. The sleek leather wraps around my prick like a mouth. My manhood feels like its burning as it grinds against your boots. My whole body seems to tighten as I near release. Merciless, you demand more. I am near the edge now as I slam my prick between your booted legs. You somehow sense this and abruptly order me to come. On demand, I erupt all over your boots, coating the night black leather with milky pearlescent sperm. I spasm repeatedly as I continue to blast my load onto their luxurious surfaces. You smile sweetly when I finally collapse, exhausted, at your feet. You grant me the honour of licking my offering from your boots before you grant me leave to crawl, bruised and aching, from your presence.

[MistressEva]

Such luscious thigh high boots! Who wouldn't be drawn to worship the sleek ebony leather, clinging to Mistress Eva's thighs like a jealous lover? Approaching her booted feet on my knees, as respect demands, I would smother her boots with welcoming kisses, savouring their taste like a fine wine. Homage done, I would run my hands up and down her boots, revelling in the feel of the warm, smooth leather. You know what I need and command me to kneel and place my turgid manhood between your boots. I obey and you trap my throbbing member between your legs. The butter soft leather envelops me, imprisoning me in their sweet embrace. Their soft warm grasp makes me harder still and my scrotum hardens as your soft, silky voice orders me to fuck your boots. Slowly, hesitantly, I begin to thrust my penis against them, the joyous caress of the smooth leather contrasting with the harsh grating where my prick rubs against the sharp metal zips. I moan softly as I grind against their fanged embrace. You demand more and I grasp your boots at the knee as I thrust harder against them, my breath coming in harsh gasps as your sweet torture makes my cock swell even more. You goad me on to further effort. A harsh cry escapes my lips as I hump your boots harder still. My face is inches away from the top of your boots and the intoxicating scent of leather and sweat fills my nostrils. You cajole me further, demanding greater and greater effort. My vision grows blurry as sweat fills my eyes. The sleek leather wraps around my prick like a mouth. My manhood feels like its burning as it grinds against your boots. My whole body seems to tighten as I near release. Merciless, you demand more. I am near the edge now as I slam my prick between your booted legs. You somehow sense this and abruptly order me to come. On demand, I erupt all over your boots, coating the night black leather with milky pearlescent sperm. I spasm repeatedly as I continue to blast my load onto their luxurious surfaces. You smile sweetly when I finally collapse, exhausted, at your feet. You grant me the honour of licking my offering from your boots before you grant me leave to crawl, bruised and aching, from your presence.

Love it
Mistress Eva x

[MrAuz1989]

A wicked sneer crosses your face as you spot me at the bottom of the stairs. Beckoning your latest plaything closer, you have me stand by the balustrade. Unmindful of who might pass by, you deftly raise one booted foot and begin to tease my hardening member through my trousers. My breath hitches as the pointy toe of the luscious overknee boot caresses my manhood. I glance around feverishly to see if anyone is watching. The fear of discovery makes my heart race, adding a extra tang to the encounter. You sense my anxiety and ,grinning evilly, rub your boot even harder against my crotch. I begin to feel dizzy as a warm glow grows in my loins. Slowly, seductively, you slightly lower the zip of your tight leather jacket, teasing me with a glimpse of the top of your breasts. My knees start to feel weak as the heat in my loins grows into a sharp ache, my dick straining against my trousers. I look around again, fearful of discovery. My fear amuses you. You begin to move your foot in a tight circle around my penis and, abandoning all restraint, I begain to thrust my crotch against your boot. I gasp at the sensation of my bulging erection rubbing against the soft boot. You egg me on, your soft silky voice hissing commands. I gently grasp your booted foot and hold it against my crotch, unmindful of the jabs I receive from your dagger like heel. You flex your long svelte leg, grinding your sole and heel harder and harder against my manhood. My mouth is parched and my throat is tight as you tease me towards the edge of climax. My breath is coming in harsh gasps as you continue your sweet torment, my manhood throbbing with desire. As I draw near to climax, you order me to take out my prick. I gasp, shocked, looking around again to see if we are being watched. My fear brings a cruel laugh from your lips. You repeat the order. Cowed, ashamed, I slowly unzip my fly and let my throbbing prick loose. You laugh again and grind your sole hard against my member. The soft boot feels so good against my cock I forget where I am and, gently holding it to my prick, begin to hump it like a dog in heat. My knees begin to buckle as climax nears. You curtly order me not to let a drop of my manseed soil your precious boots. A sharp cry escapes my lips as I fall to my knees. I blow my load on the concrete at your feet. I twitch convulsively as again and again, sticky gobbets of manseed fall at your feet, an offering to the Mistress. Squeezing the last drop from my rod, I wipe the sweat from my brow as I move to tuck my penis back into my pants and zip up. "Not yet" you hiss. You point to a tiny drop of come that has landed on your jeans. "Remove that" you order. I gently lick the come from your jeans, careful to remove every trace. Again I go to zip up,"Not yet" you whisper. You point to the come at your feet. "Remove that". I kneel and lick the sperm up, the smooth salty taste of my come contrasting with the gritty dust from the concrete stairs. Once again I go to zip up. Again you stop me. You hold one booted foot to my mouth."Say thank you" you whisper. I extend my tongue and lathe the sole of your boot, removing every particle of grit and dirt. I take your wickedly sharp heel into my hungry mouth, sucking on it like a minature cock. I run my lips up and down the shaft. Just then I hear the sound of people approaching. I move to stand and zip up but you hold me down with one booted foot."Not yet" you whisper coarsely, a evil grin on your face. You hold up your other boot for the same treatment. Feverishly I lick your other boot, cleaning the sole and deep throating the wicked heel. You hold me down until the last second, then graciously allow me to rise and zip up. I do so just in time before a couple come into view and pass by on the steps. They look at the exquisite creature sitting on the steps and thankfully do not spare me a glance. When they are gone, you wink seductively and blow me an airy kiss as you dismiss me from your presence.

[MistressEva]

A wicked sneer crosses your face as you spot me at the bottom of the stairs. Beckoning your latest plaything closer, you have me stand by the balustrade. Unmindful of who might pass by, you deftly raise one booted foot and begin to tease my hardening member through my trousers. My breath hitches as the pointy toe of the luscious overknee boot caresses my manhood. I glance around feverishly to see if anyone is watching. The fear of discovery makes my heart race, adding a extra tang to the encounter. You sense my anxiety and ,grinning evilly, rub your boot even harder against my crotch. I begin to feel dizzy as a warm glow grows in my loins. Slowly, seductively, you slightly lower the zip of your tight leather jacket, teasing me with a glimpse of the top of your breasts. My knees start to feel weak as the heat in my loins grows into a sharp ache, my dick straining against my trousers. I look around again, fearful of discovery. My fear amuses you. You begin to move your foot in a tight circle around my penis and, abandoning all restraint, I begain to thrust my crotch against your boot. I gasp at the sensation of my bulging erection rubbing against the soft boot. You egg me on, your soft silky voice hissing commands. I gently grasp your booted foot and hold it against my crotch, unmindful of the jabs I receive from your dagger like heel. You flex your long svelte leg, grinding your sole and heel harder and harder against my manhood. My mouth is parched and my throat is tight as you tease me towards the edge of climax. My breath is coming in harsh gasps as you continue your sweet torment, my manhood throbbing with desire. As I draw near to climax, you order me to take out my prick. I gasp, shocked, looking around again to see if we are being watched. My fear brings a cruel laugh from your lips. You repeat the order. Cowed, ashamed, I slowly unzip my fly and let my throbbing prick loose. You laugh again and grind your sole hard against my member. The soft boot feels so good against my cock I forget where I am and, gently holding it to my prick, begin to hump it like a dog in heat. My knees begin to buckle as climax nears. You curtly order me not to let a drop of my manseed soil your precious boots. A sharp cry escapes my lips as I fall to my knees. I blow my load on the concrete at your feet. I twitch convulsively as again and again, sticky gobbets of manseed fall at your feet, an offering to the Mistress. Squeezing the last drop from my rod, I wipe the sweat from my brow as I move to tuck my penis back into my pants and zip up. "Not yet" you hiss. You point to a tiny drop of come that has landed on your jeans. "Remove that" you order. I gently lick the come from your jeans, careful to remove every trace. Again I go to zip up,"Not yet" you whisper. You point to the come at your feet. "Remove that". I kneel and lick the sperm up, the smooth salty taste of my come contrasting with the gritty dust from the concrete stairs. Once again I go to zip up. Again you stop me. You hold one booted foot to my mouth."Say thank you" you whisper. I extend my tongue and lathe the sole of your boot, removing every particle of grit and dirt. I take your wickedly sharp heel into my hungry mouth, sucking on it like a minature cock. I run my lips up and down the shaft. Just then I hear the sound of people approaching. I move to stand and zip up but you hold me down with one booted foot."Not yet" you whisper coarsely, a evil grin on your face. You hold up your other boot for the same treatment. Feverishly I lick your other boot, cleaning the sole and deep throating the wicked heel. You hold me down until the last second, then graciously allow me to rise and zip up. I do so just in time before a couple come into view and pass by on the steps. They look at the exquisite creature sitting on the steps and thankfully do not spare me a glance. When they are gone, you wink seductively and blow me a airy kiss as you dismiss me from your presence.

Loved the ending, you know how to serve a mistress x keep the stories cumming

[castuk]

Personally i would just bend you over and smash you hard lol

[MrAuz1989]

I kneel naked on the carpet, my eyes lowered, as I await your judgement. A sharp twitch of fear twists in my gut. My offering lies on the floor at your feet. You stand there, barefoot, a blue patterned minidress clinging to every curve of your lithe body. Your mane of platinum blonde hair frames your face like a halo. Coolly, with a look of professional detachment, you remove the lid of the box. The warm aroma of leather wafts out, mingling with the faint smell of my sweat and your own floral scent. You remove a layer of tissue paper and draw my offering from the box. The River Island thighboot glistens like black ice in the wan light. You turn it over in your hands, examining every detail from the wickedly pointed toe upwards with a practiced eye. You turn and pad noiselessly to the bed. "Assist me" you hiss sharply as you sit on the bed. I crawl to your feet, bearing the box in front of me. You hand me the boot and raise one slim leg so that I might help you put it on. The sensation of the butter soft leather in my hands, coupled with its smell and the scent of your body makes my manhood swell and a dull ache build in my loins. Already, my scrotum is tightening and throbbing painfully. You notice this and with a look of icy contempt, you arch one slender foot. My breath hitching in my throat, I slowly unzip the long boot and offer it up to your slim leg. Gingerly, I slip it over your foot and drape the polished leather over the alabaster perfection of your skin. My chest feels tight and hot as I draw the long zip closed. It seems to growl threateningly as I do so. Gently, I adjust the ankle strap of the boot, its buckle glinting in the light. My breath is coming in harsh gasps as I glory in the sensation of caressing the soft leather, feeling the heat of your flesh within. Silently you lower your leg and raise the other so that I might repeat the process. My harsh breathing and the occasional creak of leather is the only sound in the room. My heart feels as if it is pulsing in my throat as I slowly zip up the other boot. Finally, when I am done, you gesture me away and arise from the bed to try out your new boots. Confidently, you stride across the room with panther like grace. I follow you with my eyes, watching the thin material of the minidress cling to the twin globes of your arse as you cross the floor. The shining leather clings to your shapely thighs like a second skin. I gasp as my desire makes the dull ache in my loins build to sharp stabbing pain. My manhood burns as I behold my leathern goddess. You gently adjust the top of one boot then cross the room to stand in front of me,your feet apart and your hands on your slender hips. I lower my eyes as I await your verdict, my mouth dry with anticipation. You run one hand along my cheek, fondling me like a favoured dog."Your offering is acceptable.....", you whisper sweetly, ".... but I need more, you know that, don't you?". I nod dumbly. Anointment. The goddess needs her virginal boots greased with my manseed. Briskly you cross the room to a sturdy wooden table. Obediently, I crawl along behind you. You make me kneel at the table, my turgid prick brushing the tabletop. You grab a pair of used tights from the bed and, placing one booted leg in the small of my back, you tie my hands behind me. I grunt as you pull the binding tight, my taut prick grazing the table top. I just about lose it then and there, but I grit my teeth and resist the siren call of release. You stand and regard me, trussed and ready for milking, as a she wolf regards the tethered lamb. With an evil grin, you turn and whip open the curtains, exposing this tableau to anyone who might be passing by. A flash of fear crosses my face and I flinch involuntarily.With a wicked laugh, you deftly mount the table. You tower over me, your booted feet either side of my aching prick. My face is level with the top of your boots and the scent of leather and flesh, together with my vunerabliity, is driving me mad with lust. Fearfully, I look toward the window. "Think only of me",you breathe coarsely as you raise one booted foot and gently trap my penis beneath the sole. The cool smooth sole slowly crushes down on my member, making me writhe like a worm beneath its painful embrace. I gasp hoarsely and sweat slicks my skin as you reduce the pressure on my penis. A beatific smile is on your lips as you again grind my worseless prick beneath your sole like a cast off cigarette. I tremble as the pressure in my scrotum builds. My whole body feels ablaze as your boot wreaks heavenly torment on my helpless body. I jerk savagely as you jag my trapped cock with your heel, a sharp cry of pleasure bursting unbidden from my lips. Stars flood my vision and sweat clouds my eyes as you softly pump my raging erection beneath your sole. My hands thresh against the bindings as I near the point of no return. You slide your sole up and down my shaft, grinding it against the table top. My brain is tingling and my breath is coming in sharp gasps as your tender ministrations push me inexorably towards climax. I cry out in pleasure again and again as you mercilessly milk my straining cock. Just when I think that I will end up a juddering corpse at your feet, I scream with pleasure as I anoint the ebony leather with my pale glistening come. Twitching uncontrollably, again and again I hose my manseed against your night black boots. I can scarcely breathe as my spasms continue, coating both boots with hot sticky tribute. Harsh cries escape my parched lips as my orgasm grinds to its flaccid conclusion and I collapse, dazed and breathless, on the floor. You dismount the table and drag me upright by my hair. You pull me back to the table and return me to my original position. You remount and gently take my spent member beneath your sole again. Gingerly, deftly, you squeeze my manhood, milking the very last drop from my aching, bruised penis. I shudder as the last drop is brutally wrung from my flaccid member. That done you dismount and remove the bindings. "Show your gratitude" you order curtly. Groggily, I lower my parched mouth to your cum smeared boots. I lick the baptismal semen from their glistening surfaces, revelling in the sharp taste of the warm leather. The cracks in my lips give a twinge of pain when they come into contact with my sperm. I lap at your boots like a ravening dog, hungrily licking up my warm manseed, careless as to who might witness my degradation. Shivering, I lathe your boots until they once again gleam in pristine splendour. You keep me at it until the boots shine like new. Finally, when I feel light headed and likely to collapse, you grant your kind permission to crawl, bruised grazed and aching from your presence.

[Wetshoe]

ssg

[MrAuz1989]

I gulp as the needle sharp heel of your Le Silla boot hovers threateningly centimetres from my eye. I lie on my back at your feet, gazing fear stricken as the luscious heel draws closer. I gasp as you move your foot at the last minute and plant your heel firmly in the middle of my forehead, pinning my head to the floor. I shiver as the cold tip of your heel digs into my skin. You flash me an icy smile as you increase the pressure, making me writhe, transfixed beneath your dagger like heel. The feeling of helplessness, coupled with the sensation of your boot digging into my flesh drives me wild with desire. My erection grows as you gently slide your booted foot down my forehead and trace the profile of my nose with the wickedly pointed toe. You dangle your heel provactively over my parched lips. "Kiss...." you whisper softly. I put my lips to the tip of your heel and favour it with a welcoming kiss. I lick the fine dust from your heel, relishing the taste. Unable to resist any longer, I smother your heel with kisses, making the tip slick and moist. My pulse is racing as a flood of heat flushes through my prone body.You sneer scornfully as I worship your heel. "As I thought.....",you scoff, "... a filthy little Bootslut, that's all you are, isn't it?". I nod dumbly."Open your mouth, Bootslut...." you command. My breathing grows harsh and ragged as I obey. Deftly, you slip your heel in and begin to heelfuck my willing lips. You flex your slender ankle sensuously as you thrust your heel deeper and deeper in to my mouth. I wrap my lips tight around the killer heel, sucking it deeper into my horny mouth. I grunt lustfully as again and again you thrust your boot downward. Your Heel bites so deep I begin to gag on it. With a snort of disgust, you withdraw your heel and flick my head away with one deft flick of your foot. You examine your boot with a look of distaste. The heel is damp with saliva. With a demure sigh, you put your boot to the side of my supine torso and wipe your heel clean on my shirt. Its obvious I need more as its written all over my pants, my manhood straining to break free. You notice this and with a gasp of exasperation, you knead my erection through my trousers with the toe of your boot. "What's this then.....?", you demand, "Did I do this?". I nod mutely. You give me an evil grin. "Show me...." you whisper. I unzip my fly and my member, freed from its tight confines, springs forth. You choke back a laugh as you stand there regarding the evidence of my lust. You turn and stride with feline grace to a chair. You sit, then beckon me to you. I crawl to you and kneel at your booted feet, trembling with anticipation. The smell of flesh and leather is intoxicating and I am gasping for breath as you bend over and run your hands over the smooth polished leather of your boots. You slide you fingers over the studded metal bands at the top, caressing the glossy black leather all the way down to the studded pair of straps that circle each supple ankle. You pull the upper strap away from your boot. "We might as well put that thing of yours to good use....", you murmur ,"...... slip it in here". I slid my throbbing manhood beneath the studded strap. You let it go and it snaps tight, trapping my penis in its fanged embrace. My prick is sandwiched tight between the metal studs of the lower strap and the soft leather of the upper strap. "Now Bootslut.....", you whisper,".... I want you to fuck my boots". Gingerly, I begin to piston my hips against your boots. The smooth leather of the upper strap caresses my shaft while the metal studs below graze my scrotum. The sensation is so intense, I cry aloud with pleasure. A wave of pleasure surges through my body as I hump your boots harder and harder. I gently grasp the top of your boots for better leverage as the power of my thrusts increases. You goad me on to greater efforts."Fuck my boots, Bootslut ..." you gasp, " I want your cum on my boots...". I moan harshly as I all but impale my prick on your boots."Spunk all over them..."you whisper coarsely. I feel as if my skin is ablaze as I grind against your leg, I can barely breathe and sweat is starting to soak thorugh my shirt. "Harder Bootslut!",you snarl,"I want your manseed and I want it now!". A low cry escapes my lips as I near climax. My heart is racing and my lungs scream for air. I am so near to release when you gasp,"Take it out and wank it Bootslut.....I want you to wank all over my boots!". Dazed, I pull my turgid member from under the strap. I barely touch it once before I spasm and gout a thick stream of pearly manseed onto your luscious boots. I cry aloud as my thick sticky tribute coats their gleaming surface. Again and again I erupt, greasing them with sperm. My body aches all over and I feel like theres a smoking crater where my chest used to be. My breath comes in harsh gasps and I tremble as I wring the last drop from my bruised grazed manhood. I fall to the floor as you inspect my offering. You regard me coolly then softly whisper,"Take off your shirt, Bootslut". Dazed, confused, I take off my shirt. "Clean your filth off my boots and be quick about it!" you snap. My head flops forward as i kneel at your feet. I use my shirt to clean every drop of cum from your boots. You point to a drop of cum that has soiled one of your black stockings and make me lick it off with my tongue. When you are satisfied with the state of your boots, you make me put my semen ridden shirt back on. I grimace as the wet clammy cum sticks to my skin. You smile innocently as you curtly give me leave to crawl from your presence.

[kinkykaren]

Wow, all you bootfuckers are turning me on, keep cumming boys
Mistress Eva x

You are so turning me on too Mistress Eva, I thought i'd seen some stunning women in my time, but you are breaking my heart!! I would just love to fuck your leather boots while paying homage to your gorgeous sexy ass with my tongue, while wearing my own thigh high boots , until you order me to spurt my hot sperm onto the platform toes and then order me to lick them clean and swallow!! you then order me to point my limp cock down towards my thigh boots and order me to piss into them and to continue wearing them until they have dried out! Although i live in north yorkshire, i would love to visit you in london!