#bootworship

[thebootworshipper]

As you round the corner of the building, heading towards the car park, a figure blocks your path. The first thing you notice is his boots, gleaming under the light of a nearby street-lamp, they almost call to you. Your gaze is fixated on them for a few moments, and you feel a twitch in your trousers. “You like them boi” says a deep voice. Realising the figure is referring to you, you slowly look up to see him standing with a baseball bat over his muscular shoulders. His biceps bulge as he lowers the bat off his shoulder and grips it with his right hand menacingly. You stumble over your words before clearing your throat, “Excuse me, I must be going.” As you attempt to move around the figure to the side he steps in front of you. His muscular body feels like a wall as you bounce off his chest. “You’re not excused, we have business”. You back away as he steps forward towards you, the boots making a satisfying thud on the hard ground. You continue backing up until you hit the wall, and then the figure quickly places a hand on the wall above your right shoulder, causing the baseball bat to rest on your neck, as he grins, you feel your trousers get tight around your crotch. With his now free hand he draws a line with his index finger from your neck, down past your abs and torso, until he reaches your quivering cock. With a quick move he grabs it through your trousers and leans in. As his hand tightens around your erection, causing you intense pleasure, he whispers in your ear. “You belong to me boi”. His hand tightens again and you feel yourself sweating heavily with pleasure. Getting lost in the moment you fail to notice the incoming danger, as two hands grasp your arm and shoulder tightly from either side of you. Looking down your see the hands on either side of you are covered in a strange black material, their grips tighten and as the skin headed figure steps back you feel your shoulders being rolled forward and your hands being pushed behind your back. Panicked at the two rubbered figure restraining you, you attempt to free yourself yet their grips are like iron bands. A moment later you feel the pressure of cold metal wrapping itself around your wrists and the unmistakable sound of ratchets on handcuffs clicking shut. As you are pushed down to your knees, you hear the cold robotic sound of “Sir, target detained. Standing by for orders.” Emanated from the two rubbered figures. From your kneeling position you feel the baseball bat slowly moving up your body until it is under your chin, before it forces you head. Your eyes meet the gaze of the skinhead who hocks up a spit at you. The warm slippery alpha spit, slowly drips down your face and into the corner of your mouth. “Take him to the reconditioning centre, I look forward to having my boots cleaned by this Drone” The figure begins to walk away as you feel a gas mask getting forced onto your head. “Resistance is futile, you will obey” Shaking your head violently but in vain, the gas mask is sealed to your face as a warm gas is released. Holding your breath for as long as you can, you eventually take a deep gulp of contaminated air, your vision slowly blurs as your muscles relax. As you slowly drift to sleep you feel yourself being dragged along the floor, and as you lose consciousness you begin to hear a rhythmic pattern. “You will obey, You will obey, Drone will obey”

[flamboyantjelly]

A Mistake

[blightbrxt]

[pomegranateshrimp]

Greg House x Fem! Reader

Kinktober day 1: Boot worship

Summary: You had been extremely distracted, more or less hot and bothered the whole day. You couldn’t focus on any of your work. House walks into your office to check on you and notices you checking out his boots a little too long.

A/n: you have an office because, why not? Idk. It worked better. Also Ik this is behind schedule I’m really sorry I’ve been busy with family problems. Also I’m making my own list for kinktober bc I didn’t like a lot of the prompts sorryyy. Also this is kinda short.

Nsfw under cut

You were trying to focus your hardest on the paperwork you were doing on your desk. You hadn’t been all too present mentally speaking. You had your mind on something else. You couldn’t pin point why but for some reason you were just so fucking horny today. Probably had something to do with you ovulating. So horny, that in fact you couldn’t even do your job. Sure, you got the work done, but you weren’t at your best, and House could tell. You worked on the diagnostics team and were, admittedly, his favorite. He payed close attention to you whenever you did, anything really. He watched your every move like a hawk, and he knew when something was up, and he wouldn’t let it go until you told him. This time, it was different. Obviously you can’t just tell your boss you were super horny and that’s why you couldn’t do your job well enough today. You just had to hope he wouldn’t talk to you about it.

The universe just had to have a personal vendetta against you. You were convinced of it. Someone had opened your door and walked into your office. Without knocking. Only one person you knew who did that. House.

“Knock knock” he imitated the sound while looking down at you as you did your paperwork.

“What do you want Greg?” You didn’t want to talk to him. Not because you didn’t like him. You liked him a lot. You just didn’t want to spill the beans about how much you wanted to fuck him, and you knew if he pestered you long enough you’d either admit it or lash out on him. Neither one being good.

“Someone’s fussy.” He raises his eyebrows, comes into the room and closes the door behind him, leaning on it as he speaks. “What’s wrong with you today? You seem a bit… gone.” He makes a weird motion with his hand above his head.

“Nothing. Drop it. Im fine.” ‘Please leave now’ you thought to yourself. You couldn’t look directly at him but didn’t want to totally dismiss his presence either. You settled by looking at his boots. They looked new. Black and sleek. Doc Martens. Your state grew unknowingly as he stared at you.

“Really? Doesn’t seem like ‘nothing’.” He didn’t move from the door but shifted his posture, standing more straight than before.

“Why does it matter to you anyways?” You retorted back. You were being rude but it came from a place of good. All you wanted was for him to leave your office and for your day to be over so you can go home and finger yourself to sleep.

“It doesn’t. Until it affects your ability to do your job. Which it seems like it has. Therefore, it’s my business, and it matters.”

You didn’t respond, your eyes just moving between the paperwork on your desk and his boots.

“What’s wrong? I get dirt on them or something?” He sarcastically asked and pretended to inspect them.

“Oh, n-no.. sorry.” You were caught so extremely off guard by him noticing your stare. You moved your gaze back to the paperwork but because he wasn’t leaving you lifted your eyes every now and them to his boots.

“Hmm, let’s see..” he started “you’ve been bright red all day, unable to focus, and now you’re staring at my boots, and it’s certainly not because they’re dirty. Hmm..” he puts a hand to his chin and pretends to be in deep thought for a few moments before speaking up again, this time with a shocking ‘omg’ sound. “I got it! You’re horny.” He was now moving from the door and walking towards you.

“That’s— that’s ridiculous please I-”

“You sure? All evidence points to me being right.” He now stood in front of your desk, chin resting on his cane, looking back at your surprised, crimson red face. “I will say though, the boot thing definitely came as a surprise. Didn’t think you were into that kinda stuff.”

“Even if I am, what are you going to do about it? Or did you just want to know?” You rolled your eyes. There was a certain annoyance in your voice because you immediately assumed once he knew he’d just leave the room, but to your surprise he stayed.

“Gee I don’t know, you seem desperate enough to fuck a shoe! By god, I wonder if there’s anyone willing to let you get off by riding their new Doc Martens. Get on your knees.”

You were shocked by the change of voice from his usual sarcastic tone to a much more demanding one now, but you liked it. You needed him so much right now and he was just letting you have him. If this was a wet dream, you didn’t want to wake up. You got out of your chair and compiled to his demand.

“You might wanna take your clothes off first.” He told you and you threw everything you were wearing to the side, not caring about anything anymore, just chasing that high you so desperately needed. Without warning, he moved his boot in between your thighs, right up against your pussy. You gasped, moaning out and grabbing onto his leg, surprised by the suddenness of the movement. “Greg…”

“You’re so needy for me.” His raspy voice sending shivers down your spine as you began to grind on his boot. The silence of the room being rid of with heavy breaths from the both of you.

You grind on his leg harder, wanting to cum so badly despite how degrading the situation was. Riding your bosses boot in broad daylight, office unlocked. If anyone saw you…

The thought made your mind race, your breath picked up speed as your hips thrusted faster, aiming for more friction. You could feel yourself getting close, the lewd noises becoming louder and louder. “Greg I’m gonna—“ before you could even finish your sentence you came onto the boot, leaving it shiny with arousal.

“Lick it off.” The way he looked down at you was enough to give you a second orgasm. You hesitantly reached down and gave the shoe a slow, long lick, from toe to heel, looking up at Greg as you did so. You were extremely grateful that he had given you the satisfaction you wanted.

“Don’t let me see you getting distracted again after this.” He gave you a sly smirk and left the room.

[8bitmilk]

where are my boot licking beta bitchbois at

[toes-r-us]

Use the point and SCRATCH that itch!!!!

[blluumoon]

jolly goth giantess 👣☠️🖤👣

[shipmistress9]

Leather-clad Temptation

Fandom: Fourth Wing -- The Empyrean

Pairing: Xaden/Violer -- Riorgail

Rating: Explicit

Summary: One day, Violet Sorrengail will be the death of me. But maybe, if death comes in thigh-high boots then it might not be such a bad thing.

Part two of @kinktober2023

I always knew Violet Sorrengail would one day be the death of me. I just didn’t think it would be like this. My grip around the fork in my hand tightens as she walks into the dining hall, Rhiannon and Ridoc at her sides and laughing about something one of them said. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. Always is, in every situation, but especially when she laughs. But that’s not even it today. It’s not the way she seems to glow when she laughs, not the way she throws her head back and exposes her delicate neck, not the gleam in her eyes, the way her lips tilt. It’s those fucking boots. Black like everything around here and with a soft velvety shimmer, they reach aaaall the way up her legs to the upper half of her thighs, followed by a slim stripe of bare skin and topped with the skimpiest excuse of a skirt I’ve ever seen in here. I know I’m not the only one gaping at her walking through the hall—I can’t be, not when she wears something like this. But if I had a brain cell to spare, I’d bet most people were looking at the skirt and what it does a poor job to hide, while my eyes are firmly locked on those boots. On how endlessly long they seem to be, shimmering with the mage lights illuminating the hall, how they beckon me to examine them closer. My mouth goes dry, and I swallow, unaware of the low groan dropping from my lips. “Like what you see?” She’s definitely going to be the death of me.

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[thebootworshipper]

Everybody has dark secrets. Those secret interests which stay hidden from the world. Not me though, my secret is a deep dark desire, a pulsating passion which i want to complete more than once. Maybe you could help?

I want to experience a truly beautiful thing. I want to be kidnapped, restrained, dragged away by muscular rubber drones. Locked into an apparatus, forced to listen to and watch Drone Reinforcement Hypnosis. Slowly becoming a Drone. Slick, Black, encapsulating Rubber placed, piece by piece around my body. Teased, and edged, as my soon to be Drone brothers closely inspect my body, caressing every inch. My now rubbered feet, forced into the foot ware of Identical Brother Drones, Docs. The full body rubber suit works it’s way up my quivering body slowly, clasping around my muscular form. I try to fight, yet I am suppressed and held back by my Rubber Drone Brothers as the thick heavy gas mask is permanently placed around my face an head. The invasive intoxicating gas empties my mind as the reinforcement program continues. My Drone Brothers bring me close to excitement for the last time as a new set of rubbered hands slide a cage around my manhood, locking it down, allowing my now conditioned mind to obey. I am then moved, the Drone Programming still cycling through my mind, into a new black room. Swirling patters dance across every wall as speakers blast more Drone Reprogramming. Eventually I find myself on the streets with my Drone Brothers, hinting down the next victim to add to our Controllers Drone Collective.

Yet it’s only a desire, a dream, a deep dark unfulfilled secret… for now???

If your a Dom who likes this, and wants to help make it a reality, feel free to get in contact. Who knows, we might just get on.

[ditavonteese]

Sunday #bootworship brought to you by @louboutinworld and @vontourage @juliobyme #Glamonatrix ticket sales are in full swing, and going fast! I’m so excited and grateful for the chance to bring this show across the US and Canada, and especially thrilled to do Valentine’s Day 2023 at The Chicago Theatre, The Beacon NYC, plus a return to New Orleans after nearly a decade of absence while we waited for a theatre big enough to hold this @glamonatrix_official show! Tickets are @ticketmaster @livenation Quick links are at http://www.dita.net/shows/ and meet & greet info is at https://www.patreon.com/ditavonteese (link in bio) 📷 from Brighton by @truffsshots https://www.instagram.com/p/Cipzbr7rCJq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cyber-rivet]

Kinktober Day 3 - Bootworship

No actual explicit stuff in this one! The characters should look familiar, they're one of my fav couples from transformers! I want to be sandwiched between them Woah! 😲Who said that!?

[valkyriecainxxx]

Can't lick them clean 🥺 would just end up drooling on em. Very vicious cycle of never ending licks~

Oh yeah? Well then I guess we'd have to work out a punishment for not cleaning my boots wouldn't we!

[toes-r-us]

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