The Confrontation
Well, time passed and I noticed that she wore heels less and less. In fact unless we went to church on Sundays, she hardly wore them at all. And while I could still find opportunities to secretly spend time with her shoes or boots, it was not very satisfying knowing that they had not been worn since the last time I had licked them. And of course polishing clean shoes is a waste of time.
So after a while, I broached the subject. “Mary how come you never wear your heels, anymore?” I asked timidly. “You know how much I enjoy seeing you in heels.”
“And do you also know how uncomfortable those things are? Have you ever tried doing housework in heels? Is that why you married me because I wore high heels?”
“Of course not, dear, but I do enjoy how they make your legs look. And no, I have never done anything in high-heels. Men don’t wear high-heels.”
“Well, maybe they should and then they would realized what we women go through to please them. And don’t think I don’t know what you are doing when I am not around. My shoes and boots are never where I leave them. And as much as I appreciate how well you polish them for me, I do sometimes wonder what else you are doing with them. In fact I had a little talk with my friend Jennifer and you know what she told me? She said you were probably a closet boot licker. Would you like to tell me more about your little foot fetish? Do you kiss my shoes the way you kiss my feet, when you are rubbing them? Or maybe you let your tongue caress them the way you tongue the bottoms of my feet. Well, speak up, do you?”
I looked down at the floor, trying to avoid looking her in the eyes, but she was having none of that.
“Look at me, damn it and answer my questions. Are you licking my shoes behind my back?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“What did you say, I couldn’t hear you. Speak up, when you answer me!”
“Yes, ok, yes I do sometimes lick your shoes. It is not as if I am some kind of a pervert. I just have a fetish for heels and boots.”
“All heels and boots, or just mine?” she demanded.
“Just yours,” I replied. “I am attracted to them because you have worn them.”
That was not the complete truth but I am sure you can see that I did not want her to know that. I figured I was in enough trouble as it was without having her go all jealous on me. And at that point I just wanted to slink away and hide. I was hoping that she would let the subject drop. But my hopes were not to be realized.
“So is this fetish of your sexual? Do you jack off your little weenie when you are licking my footwear? And speak up this time, don’t whisper.”
I am sure that my face was as bright red as a cherry. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die about then. But I could tell by the stern look on Mary’s face that she was not going to let this drop until I had confessed every sin I had ever had. So I steeled myself up, but as much courage in my voice as possible and confessed to her that yes I did jack off while I licked her shoes and boots.
“Really, this I have to see. Go get your favorite pair of my shoes or boots and bring them into the living room.”
I went into her bedroom and found her knee high leather boots. I thought of just taking one of her pairs of pumps as I would get the agony over but then I figured, in for a penny, in for a pound. I might as well have one good time before she kicked me to the curb. So I raised my head high and took her boots to her. When I arrived she was sitting in what was usually my high-backed chair with her shoes off.
“I see you brought the boots, alright then get down on your knees in front of me and put them on me.”
Wow, this was over and above what I had expected. I figured she would just watch me lick them a little and then tell me to get out of her sight. But the thought of actually licking her boots while she had them on. That was truly a dream come true. I guess, I was not fast enough in following her orders.
“Well, what in the fuck are you waiting for?” she spit at me. “I said get down on your knees and I mean right now. Or are you so fucking stupid that you don’t know how to get down on your knees when I am in the room?”
Well let me tell you, I have never been as humiliated as I was that day. But I had never been as excited either. Having my wife treat me as a common servant was over the top of any fantasy I had ever had.
I got down on my knees in front of her and started to put her foot into one of the boots.
She jerked her foot away from me at that point and said, “No you don’t. Do it right. Kiss my foot before you put the boot on. And make it a good kiss, use your tongue.”
I am telling you, I was lucky I did not cream my pants right there.
Feeling totally subjugated, I followed her instructions. I bent my head, gave her foot a long kiss and breathed in her aroma. I then picked up the boot again and looked up for her approval. She simply nodded and I placed her foot into the boot, gently drew the boot up her leg and pulled the zipper up. I then repeated the process on her other foot. I was not completely sure how to proceed at that point. Should I just raise one of her boots to my lips or should I get down on my belly and start licking them while they were planted on the floor? And so I looked up at her to see if she had any other instructions.
“What are you waiting for?” She asked. “Get out of your clothes and get back on your knees and start licking.”
“You want me to undress?” I asked.
“Of course, I want you to undress. You can’t very well jack off with your pants on. Now, get with it before I get bored and decide to call this whole thing off.”
Well, you never have seen anyone get out of his clothes as fast as I did.
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.”
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