#boots.

[housecow]

btw y’all. my ideal outfit during winter is a huge fur coat + tight dress w my boobs pouring out. i live to look expensive and fat

[pigeonsplayground]

the boots

[phoenix-corvid]

i need to be kicked. to feel the toe of a boot connect with my tender flesh. my weak little body, folding so easily until i can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t do anything but ride the wave of nausea and hope i don’t vomit, hope the boot doesn’t come down the wrong way and split my lip and soak my blood into the leather while i gasp for air. i need my body ground under your heel. reduce me to nothing.

i need to be spat on. slapped, hit, until i’m tearing up and sniffling, then covered in your spit. make me look worse. denigrate me until im crying in shame and humiliation from how you treat me. then let me crawl back and beg for more, tongue out, saying please won’t you please spit in my mouth. it tastes good. a mutt like me wants it. i need it.

i need to be stretched. i need my hole split open while i kick my feet and howl and scream for help that never comes. i need to be sore and bruised and bleeding… but you’re stronger than my pelvic floor. you do what you want with me, not just because it’s your right, but because i’m weak. because i’m pathetic. because i deserve it.

[sawhxre]

I'm not a villain but you made me one 🩸

[thedivingtrooper]

[x-raykinks]

As I put on my boots to leave, I see your eyes follow. I stop.

"Do you want to help me?" I ask, motioning down. You knees buckle like you were only waiting for my approval, and you start your job.

First you help me slip my heel in, balancing on my cane. Then you slowly lace up every bit, making sure the laces are taut and the leather is tight on my skin. I can see you almost salivating at being that close.

You tie my laces and look up with those pleading eyes. You almost stand up again before I push your head back down.

"You forgot to kiss the tip, lovely. I can't go home without that." I say, lifting my foot up slightly. Your mouth eagerly meets my boot and I watch as your lips purse and part to let your tongue taste the leather.

"Harder." I say, and you make out with my boot like you were making out with me, needy, gripping, full of tongue. I enjoy the show for a second before moving my boot back. "Enough."

You wipe your lips and come up, lust filled eyes meeting my own. I grab your hair and kiss you deeply, and taste my own leather conditioner on your lips. It's sloppy and teeth-filled but we moan throughout, before parting with pants and groans. We seperate, until we meet again.

[mved2gardenia2006]

they should have taken more photos of this outfit