kinky boots
the domestic minx
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Batten down the hatches, lock the doors, stay inside and hide the credit card, for
Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Winter approaches and with it march the Boots.
Oh boots, sweet boots.
I cannot hide it. I need therapy. I am the owner of a full blown, growling, snarling boot obsession. I am the Imelda Marcos of boots, the fanatically flagrant female fiasco of the foot fetish. I cannot help myself. I have 35 pairs of boots and counting.
For those readers whose weather is entering a warmer clime, you will no doubt be laughing, stashing away your boots with glee, exposing your moist wintery white footy flesh to the sudden peek of sunshine and reaching for the sandals.
But on this side of the world I enter my most dangerous period. The shops are alive with boots. They call, they beckon, they lure me with their siren song, their leather smells reaching out in tendrilly fingers of decadence to entice me. I touch them lovingly, each pair, my hand running their length, my fingers fondling their zips. My hand encircles their toes as I smell them deeply, the richness of their aroma filling my nostrils, playing with my thoughts as I entertain the idea of entering them.
Oh, it is no good now. They know they have me as I plunge into their depths, my toes searching the smooth spot at the end of the tunnel as my heel sinks deeply into the base. The leather encases my leg as I pull at the zip upwards, upwards, ahhh... Captured... The sweet smell of leather and defeat. I own the boots!
Or do the boots own me?
It is a curious concept to find myself strapped and held in bondage by my very own boot fetish, captive and tied at the ankles by my own obsession.
Oh and I have no desire to be free.
The boots will call and I will answer.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalyse
ride towards me on the storm.
Ooh, they are wearing boots!!
(Gucci. Yes! Fendi! Oh my!)
I want them.
And I shall have my Tools of Armageddon.
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Let the Apocalypse begin - boots are wicked hot.
Sadly, not ALL boots are wicked hot. I have a co-worker who is quite misguided when it comes to fasion (read: converse with dress pants) who is still wearing some knee-high square toed boots from the 90s.
I need to find something sticky to spill on them...
Ah, boots. I too heed the call of the boot each fall with gleeful abandon. The naughty boots, the saucy boots, the girlie boots, the kick ass boots...the boot's just made for walkin'...
What's a few new additions to the boot collection, really? The other boots might be loney and in need of the company of a platform, a thigh high or a kicky wooden heeled number. It's kismet, what can one do?
Boot me, Daddy-O.
xox,
M
Kitty B-ware!
The Apocalypse begins right here in my boot-y-licious boudoir!!
Boots are wicked! I think that's why I love them so!
However, I think it is so utterly and diabolically miserable when boots fall short of the mark...
shame, shame...
I think it would be much more to spill something sticky in them.
How can we make this happen? ...
Mistress M,
I can visualize it now...
You and I, my bootylicious friend, kicking some collective ass in our thigh highs! Whooo!
I have a pair of boots for every situation, in some cases two or three pairs for the same situation...
I love the naughtiness, the sauciness and the kick-ass appeal that a shoe simply doesn't have (although I love them too.)
My 'everyday boots' are my absolute favourites.
I have worn the sole thin on my cowboys, but sort of replaced them with the most DIVINE pair of brown leather boots when I was in Seville. They are of the finest Spanish leather, almost Victorian with a little Louis wooden heel and ragged lace at the top. Words cannot capture their exquisteness. Even better, I traipsed all over the cobblestoned streets of Andalucia wearing them, with not one blister to show for it!
They kick the ass, baby!!!
xox
Here's a website I love
http://www.punitiveshoes.com/database/ballets/nausicaa.shtml
If you're already familiar with it, I need say no more
ps. Expect lots of boots to turn up on my regular sunday shoe post :)
J'adore, surtout celles en serpent rouge, tu me fais frissonner de plaisir sweety !!!
Ils sont Kinky Gerlinki!!!
Je les adore aussi, chéri!!
Ils sont aussi, trop sexy!
Et tellement délicieux décadent!!
xx
Wow, 35 pairs of boots? Thanks, you've given me enough reason to go out and get some more boots, I see I have a lot of catching up to do. I must admit boots are my favourites out of all my shoes, my fave pair have been worn so many times that the heel has now broke. I shall be getting it fixed again soon. It's a shame it's too hot to wear boots coming into summer, I would if I could.
Oh hello Lola Cherry Cola,
You sound positively delicious!!
There is always a good reason to buy another pair of boots..
And there is only one reason I don't like summer - not being able to wear my boots...one of the 35 pairs that is...sometimes the cowboy boots can work on a cloudy day...yes, I know, I'm grasping at straws now...
Thanks for visiting Lola - come back soon xx
Oh Thinista,
I checked out Punitive Shoes.
Deliciously, decadently dangerous!!
Gorgeous x
Thanks for the tip!
I will await, with bated breath, the Sunday Feast!
You make me think about what a sad state my knicker drawer is in, lol! Seriously though, You make me think about the joys in life. Why you can turn even the most mundane of objects or situations into something special with your witty repartee :) ah hinnie, thanks for the award, I really appreciate it especially considering the choices, eeek! there are so many good one's. And what a nice little suprise this morning, it's my birthday today (yay, me thinks there is a camera in one of those birthday boxes).
Have a great weekend :)
Those boots are made for walking!