Addicted To High Heels or A Slave To My Wife's Boots

By Wanda Peters

My wife took a few seconds to look me over and then laughed. “My, this does excite you, doesn’t it? Why I don’t think I have ever seen your little weenie as hard as it is now. Why if I was to let you fuck me, I might even feel it brushing the sides of my cunt. But that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. Right now, I want to see what a good little bootlicker you are. Turn to the side a little bit. I want to be able to see your tongue cleaning my boots.”

So I did as she told me, got on my knees off to the side, picked her left boot up, and started to lick from the bottom up. Since they were not really dirty, I did not spend a lot of time in any one area, and it did not take too long for me to have covered most of the boot with my tongue before she stopped me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jul 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005972189

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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Addicted to High Heels Or A Slave to My Wife’s Boots

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2014

Smashwords Edition

Addicted to High Heels

Or A Slave to My Wife’s Boots

The Beginning

Women’s high heels have always fascinated me. Maybe if I am frank, I should say women’s shoes. But that wouldn’t be entirely accurate either as I have no interest in a woman wearing athletic shoes of any kind. In fact, regardless of how good looking a woman is if she is wearing tennis shoes, I will not give her a second glance.

My sister was quite a lot older than me, and when I was little, I would wait for her to take her shoes off and leave them someplace. Then I would covertly steal them into my room where I could worship them with my tongue. And they did not have to have high heels; my favorites were a pair of low-heeled white shoes. I don’t think she ever knew about my obsession but looking back, it might have been great fun if she had caught me in the act. And this was way before I was able to achieve an erection, so I don’t think it was a sexual thing, at least not back then. The older I got, the more I would find myself staring anytime a woman would walk by if she was wearing heels.

Well, then I went through a stage where I didn’t even think about girls at all. I was much more interested in hunting, fishing, or playing baseball. I was 16 before I considered going on a date. And then it was only because the girl next door was enough older than me to be able to drive at night. My license was only valid until sundown. And so I invited her out to a movie and let her drive my car. Well, she managed to put it up on a cemetery's steps, and that ended my dating for another two years.

In my senior year, I had a few dates but none that were serious. That all ended when a friend of mine set me up on a blind date. I was enamored with Mary from our very first date. Where most of the other girls I had dated were timid or downright afraid, Mary put me totally at ease, from the moment she got into my car. Instead of sliding as far as she could towards the passenger door, she moved over to the middle of the bench seat. She didn’t sit so close that we were touching, but I would not have had to stretch my arm too far to put it around her shoulders. We went out to a movie and then stopped at McDonald's and got something to eat. We talked about school, and I was surprised to learn that she had been in some of my classes. This was during my girls don’t matter years and so it was not too surprising for me to realize that I had not noticed her then. When the date ended, I walked her to the door, and awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to do. I had never really kissed a girl, and so it was a relief when she put her hand gently on my arm and said goodnight.

I waited a few days and then called her to ask for date number 2. She didn’t completely turn me down, she just told me she had something else going on, and perhaps I could call her again in a week or so. I was devastated, thinking back on that first date and trying to find out what went wrong. And then I figured it just was not meant to be. After all, Mary was a downright gorgeous girl, and at best, you could call me plain. Why would she want to go out with a loser? I did try one more time a week later and again was told she was busy, so I gave up.

And then out of the blue, my friend called and said that he and Sandy would like me to ask Mary to double date with them. I told him that I didn’t think Mary was interested in going out with me. He replied that Sandy had told him how Mary really enjoyed our first date and he would have her call Mary to see if she would be willing to go out with me as part of a foursome.

Well, sure enough, he called back a few days later and informed me that Mary was waiting for my call and would love to go out again. And so date number 2 came about. The four of us went bowling and had a wonderful time. We jumped for joy when one of us made a good shot and laughed hysterically when someone threw a gutter ball.

When the date was over, and I took Mary home, I told her how much I had enjoyed the evening. She, in turn, said to me that she had enjoyed it as well and asked me if I would like to go to church with her on Sunday. Well, I wasn’t much for religion, but I did like her company, and so I decided that sitting through a dull sermon for an hour or so would be a small price to pay for seeing her again and I told her I would be glad to go. I then made plans to pick her up Sunday morning and to take her to church.

Well, when I arrived at her door on Sunday, I was pleasantly surprised to see her all dressed up. And the best part was that she was wearing a pair of pumps with at least three-inch heels. I am sure my mouth must have fallen open a little bit, and maybe a little drool might have formed on my lips.

What is the matter, is there something wrong with my shoes? she asked.

It was only then that I realized that I had been staring and had not even commented on her dress. Oh, Lord, no, I said. You look magnificent. I guess I am just speechless in the presence of such beauty.

Why you silver-tongued devil, she said. I guess we better get going, we don’t want to be late for the start of service. That is if you can get your eyes back in your head, she laughed.

I walked her to the car, held the door for her and drooled some more when she had to hike her skirt up a little to get into the seat. Her legs were magnificent, but it was still her feet encased in those shoes that had me really excited. All the way to the church I kept sneaking looks down at her feet, and by the time we got there, I had a full-blown erection. I was glad that I was wearing briefs under my pants because they kept me from showing everyone that I was sexually aroused. Nonetheless, I was sure that someone would notice and I imagine my face was beet red. Mary took my hand, and we walked into the church and found our seats. All the way through the sermon, I kept taking peeks at her shoes. My mind was not on the sermon, my mind was imagining how it would feel to settle down on my knees and begin kissing and licking her shoes. I am sure that if she had known how depraved I