The Christmas Boots - Part 2

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"So, are they working?" Hazel asked as she glanced down at the boots she'd gifted Charlotte.

Though she still couldn't quite believe the boots possessed some sort of magical quality that filled her with dominant desire, there was no question that's precisely what had happened to Charlotte over the past week, so she nodded and smiled at her lovely friend.

"I told you," Hazel said with a satisfied smile on her face. "Those boots are...I mean, they're magical. There's no other way to say it. Did it happen right away?"

"The next morning," Charlotte answered. "I wore them for the rest of the night after you gave them to me. I didn't feel anything that night and I didn't feel anything when I woke up, but then it happened."

Hazel leaned closer, reached out, and rested a hand on Charlotte's arm as her eyes lit up with excitement. "Tell me how it happened for you. How did you first feel it?"

"So, the first thought wasn't a dominant one," Charlotte explained. "It was a...a sensual thought, I guess. I was in the bathroom after getting up and I saw this satin robe that I rarely wear. Touching it filled me with this incredible, erotic desire and I stripped and put it on." Charlotte lowered her voice, leaned a little closer, and said, "I was turned on, Hazel. Wet. Really wet, in fact. I didn't feel dominant, though."

"But it happened after that, didn't it?" Hazel asked.

Again Charlotte nodded. "I went to the kitchen in the robe and made coffee. I felt sexy, but not dominant. Then Vince walked into the room. He looked me up and down like he was hungry for me. He came over and kissed me and it felt remarkably hot. He lifted me up and put me on the counter, pulled out his...well..."

Hazel reached out and rested her hand on Charlotte's arm once more as she said, "You don't need to feel embarrassed, Charlotte. Believe me. There was a time when I was a little bit shy about all things sexual, too, but that time has long since passed for me and there's not a single thing you could say that I'd find inappropriate."

Charlotte smiled, took a deep breath, and said, "Vince took his cock out and slipped the head inside me. I was wet enough that he could have filled me with ease, but I stopped him. I grabbed his cock and I stopped him from fucking me, Hazel, and that's when it happened. I stopped him because I was filled with this incredible dominant desire. I didn't want Vince to fuck me. I wanted to see him on his knees. I wanted to see him looking up at me with desperation in his eyes. I wanted to feel his tongue in my pussy and on my clit. I wanted him to make me cum and I wanted him to do it without touching his cock. In that moment, I wanted absolutely everything he did to be for my pleasure, without a moment's thought for his desires."

"Was it the hottest thing you've ever experienced when he actually did it? Did it make you cum like you've rarely cum before when your husband offered his submission?" Hazel asked with genuine excitement in her voice.

Charlotte couldn't contain her smile. "It was incredible, Hazel. I've never felt anything like it. It was completely different from any sexual experience I've ever had. And...Hazel, I'm hooked on it. Completely hooked. I can't imagine going back to a life filled with the kind of sex I used to have, the kind of sex where it almost always felt like Vince was in control."

"How does Vince feel about it?" Hazel asked. "I mean, it's been a week, so I imagine you've had more than a few dominant sessions. How is he handling it?"

Charlotte smiled as she thought of the struggle Vince had endured the night before as she'd taken him inside her but refused to let him cum. She could still see the agonized look on his face - one with a wealth of pleasure mixed in, of course - and instantly she felt that surge of dominant lust, crossing and uncrossing her legs in the process and generating a bit of friction and heat between her thighs in the process.

"You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" Hazel asked. "You're getting turned on thinking about dominating your husband, aren't you?"

Charlotte smiled and nodded. "I wouldn't let him cum last night. I got him close - I had him inside me while I was on top, in fact - but I wouldn't let him cum. He kept begging for me to ride him faster and I wouldn't. I kept rocking my hips back and forth nice and slow, giving him pleasure but not letting him come anywhere near an orgasm." Charlotte looked away for a moment and felt yet another surge of lust lead to a beautiful tingling sensation between her legs. "I came, though. I came three times sitting on his cock and I didn't let him cum once."

"I love tease and denial," Hazel said.

"Tease and denial," Charlotte repeated with a smile. "I like the sound of that. Is that...is that a thing in this world?"

Hazel nodded. "Absolutely. Thomas has grown to love tease and denial, actually. He likes it so much that sometimes he actually begs me not to let him cum just so he can stay in that aroused state for longer. Of course, that gives me the opportunity to dominate him by giving him an orgasm, though sometimes I make it a ruined orgasm, which is the ultimate form of tease and denial."

"A ruined orgasm?" Charlotte asked.

"It's an orgasm without the pleasure," Hazel explained. "It's easiest to do with your hand. You stroke him right until he's at the edge of an orgasm and then stop. If you get him close enough, he'll cum, but he won't feel those crazy muscular contractions that bring all the pleasure of an orgasm. So he'll still be in that state of insane desire, which is so useful."

Charlotte thought of the agony Vince would feel were he made to cum without feeling any pleasure and she felt yet another surge of lust. She shifted her legs once more and felt the overwhelming wetness between her legs, which had now soaked her panties. "I still can't believe how much the idea of that sort of thing - of making Vince suffer in that way - turns me on, Hazel. Sometimes it's honestly overwhelming. Like, I'm absolutely soaked right now, my pussy is tingling, and I'm having trouble thinking about anything other than an orgasm."

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Hazel asked with a devilish smile.

Charlotte laughed. "It really is."

"Honestly, I think this is what it's like to be a man. Sometimes, at least, like when a man gets insanely horny and absolutely must have an orgasm to clear his head. I'd never experienced that until I put on those beautiful boots," Hazel said.

"I can't thank you enough," Charlotte replied. "For the boots, I mean. It's only been a week so I suppose this could all change, but right now I feel like you've given me the most incredible gift I've ever received, Hazel."

Hazel leaned, smiled, and said, "It gets better, I promise." She sat back, crossed her legs, and called out, "Thomas, dear, would you come in here?"

Thomas appeared at the edge of the living room a moment later. He clasped his hands behind his back, paused for a moment, and asked, "What can I do for you, dear?"

"Come here, my love," Hazel said.

Thomas approached without hesitation and Hazel reached out and caressed his crotch. He glanced nervously at Charlotte, but his hands remained behind his back as his wife played with his cock.

"Who owns your cock?" Hazel asked.

"You do," Thomas replied.

"Show Charlotte just how true that is," Hazel instructed.

Thomas's hands shook a little as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. Charlotte felt a little uncomfortable, but that sensation was quickly replaced by fascination as Thomas lowered his underwear and revealed that his cock was encased in what she could only describe as a cage.

"What's that?" Charlotte asked.

"That's a chastity device," Hazel said. "I have the key, which means I have complete control over Thomas's cock. I control his pleasure. I decide when he gets hard, when he gets to cum. I decide how he gets to cum. I decide everything, Charlotte. Everything."

Charlotte recognized the lust in her friend's eyes. It was the same lust she felt each and every time she'd dominated Vince that week. It was the lust driven by power, control, and domination. It was the lust she'd been entirely unfamiliar with until the boots had come into her life and their magic had rubbed off on her. Most importantly, it was the lust she never wanted to be parted from.

Hazel reached up and caressed her husband's balls, which Charlotte noticed were smooth, as if they'd been waxed to ensure their complete hairlessness. "Tell me, Thomas," Hazel said as she looked up at him, "Do you like that I control your cock and your pleasure?"

"Yes," Thomas admitted. "I like being turned on all the time. I like being denied. I like not having to think about my pleasure anymore. I like only having to think of your pleasure."

Hazel turned to Charlotte and asked, "Isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever heard?"

Charlotte nodded as she watched a drop of precum appear at the tip of Thomas's cock and slowly drip down, forming a long string of shiny liquid as it approached Hazel's leg. She caught the precum on the tip of her finger and held it up. Charlotte watched Thomas lean forward, take his wife's finger in his mouth, and close his eyes as he sucked it clean.

"Thomas, I'd like to get fucked tonight," Hazel said.

"Would you like me to text Ted?" Thomas asked.

Hazel looked at Charlotte, smiled, and replied, "Yes. Tell him I'd like him to come over and fuck me in our marital bed. Tell him I'd like him to spend the night, and make sure you mention that you'll be sleeping on the couch while he spends the night with me in our bed."

A pained look crossed Thomas's face and more precum appeared at the tip of his cock. Charlotte was almost certain he was turned on by the idea of his wife welcoming another man to their bed while he slept on the couch, which astounded her. She couldn't imagine Vince ever being willing to make such a sacrifice.

"You can leave now," Hazel said.

Thomas pulled his pants back up and hurriedly left the living room.

"Is he really going to text your...I don't know, your boyfriend?" Charlotte asked.

"Honestly, he's really just a fuck buddy," Hazel said. "He's just very, very good at being a fuck buddy and my pussy keeps demanding that I have him, and I no longer have to deny my pussy anything it desires. You could have that too, Charlotte. You could truly have anything you want."

"I don't know if Vince is ready for that," Charlotte replied, though she wasn't entirely sure she was ready for it either, despite the desire she felt at the notion of her husband giving her whatever she wanted, no matter the cost to him.

Hazel smiled. "He will be. It takes time. It took time with Thomas. I promise, though, that if you keep wearing those boots you'll find that you have the skills to turn your husband into whatever you want him to be. Do you want him to be the kind of man that wears a cock cage and happily sleeps on the couch while you're fucking another man in your marital bed? Do you want him to be the kind of man that yearns to get on his knees and worship your pussy the moment you walk in the door? Do you want him to be the kind of man that cooks you dinner, gives you a massage while you're watching TV, and then makes you cum with his tongue before bed? Do you want him to be all of those things, Charlotte? Because he will be if it's what you want. Trust me, the boots will ensure that you know how to make him what you want him to be."

Charlotte wasn't sure what she wanted Vince to be. She was, however, sure that she was out of her mind with lust. It was as if it had invaded every cell in her body, leaving her unable to do much other than think about.

"Do you need to go home and dominate your husband, Charlotte?" Hazel asked.

She smiled. "I do. I need it desperately, in fact."

"The boots will do that," Hazel said. "They'll do it over, and over, and over. Just keep wearing them."

"I intend to," Charlotte replied. She liked being the dominant version of herself. She liked how powerful it felt. More than anything, though, she liked how much it turned her on to dominate Vince, and how hard she came when she did it. That was the thing she truly wanted more of, and the thing she was going to have as soon as she got home.

Vince was naked in the bed. His hand was wrapped around his cock and he was slowly masturbating at Charlotte's instruction. She stood beside the bed wearing nothing but the leather boots and Vince's eyes wandered over her body as he played with his cock.

"Does my body turn you on?" she asked.

Vince nodded. "You're so beautiful, Charlotte. You look so good."

Charlotte grasped a breast with one hand and played with the soft, perky flesh as she reached between her legs and slipped two fingers into her exceedingly wet pussy. She'd remained soaked after leaving Hazel's house and had demanded Vince strip and get in the bed the moment she walked through the door.

"Do you want my pussy, Vince?" she asked. "Do you want to feel my warm, wet, tight pussy around your dick?"

"Yes, more than anything," Vince answered with a nod. "Charlotte, please, ride my cock. Please."

Charlotte approached the bed, pulled her fingers from her pussy, and rubbed them over Vince's lips, leaving his flesh wet with her juices. "Lick your lips clean," she instructed.

Vince did so and Charlotte leaned over to kiss him. She grasped his balls and pulled down as their tongues mingled. He moaned, but Charlotte felt just a touch of fear in him, too, as he no doubt worried that she intended on hurting him. She didn't, though. She intended on arousing her husband, which wasn't hard considering that he hadn't cum in a handful of days and she'd spent the previous night teasing his cock relentlessly.

"Would you like to cum inside me?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes, I want to cum inside you," he replied hastily.

Charlotte stood up, released his balls, and smiled as a thrilling notion popped into her head. She pulled Vince's fingers from his cock, straddled him, and engulfed his erection in the slickness and heat of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck," Vince said as he arched his back, closed his eyes, and reached out to grab her hips.

"No touching," Charlotte instructed. Vince kept his hands on her, so she forcefully grabbed his wrists, leaned forward, and pinned them above his head. Vince fought her for a moment, but Charlotte began to ride his cock and every bit of fight drained out of him as he relished the opportunity for full-throated enjoyment of her pussy.

"Oh, fuck," he said again. "Charlotte...oh my God, your pussy...it feels so good."

Charlotte smiled and rode him harder. She was going to make Vince cum inside her, and once he did she was going to have her fun. "Cum inside me, Vince," she said. "Cum in my pussy."

It didn't take long for him to comply. His eyes closed and his face soon contorted in pleasure as he grunted and groaned while pumping his cum into her pussy, a notion that put a bright smile on Charlotte's face.

"My turn," Charlotte said when Vince opened his eyes.

"What?" he asked.

Charlotte leaned forward and held his wrists above his head with both hands. Then she lifted her pussy from his cock, slid her body forward, and dropped onto his face.

Vince's eyes went wide as he realized what was happening. He tried to wriggle free, but Charlotte closed her thighs around his head and dug her fingers into his wrists, pinning him down and making her intentions clear.

"Eat your cum," she said. "Eat your cum from my pussy, Vince."

Vince tried to say something, but his voice was muffled by her pussy.

"Eat your fucking cum," Charlotte insisted as she felt that dominant lust surge through her. She was in control. She was going to make Vince eat his load whether he wanted to or not. Either way, she was going to get off on it and that's all she really cared about in that moment. "Open your mouth and let me feed you your load, Vince. Let me feed you your hot, sticky cum. Let me feed you that delicious, creamy, salty load from my pussy."

There was genuine desperation in his eyes. He wanted to be released from having to eat his cum. Of course he did. Charlotte had no intention of releasing him from that responsibility, though. She craved it. She wanted to feed her husband his load from her pussy. She wanted to watch him drink it. She wanted to see the disgust on his face while she rubbed her clit over his lips and built to a massively pleasurable orgasm.

"You won't cum inside me again if you don't eat your load, Vince," she said. After all, she was in control. He didn't decide when they fucked. She did. He didn't decide when he got to cum. She did. "Do it, Vince. Open your mouth and let me feed you that hot load you shot inside me. Open up and drink your cum!"

Vince opened his mouth and Charlotte released the muscles holding the cum inside her. She listened to her husband's agonized moan and saw the pain on his face. She began to ride his mouth, generating beautiful friction for her clit and sending waves of intense pleasure through her body.

"Drink your cum from my cunt, Vince!" she said. "Put your tongue inside me. Clean me. Clean your mess from my pussy like a good boy."

Vince did as he was told. He'd surrendered. He was no longer fighting her. He was doing as instructed. He was being a good boy.

Charlotte came on her husband's face, and as she did she rubbed her pussy all over him, from forehead to chin, over and over. She covered him in a mixture of his cum and her juices and she shuddered with a particularly intense form of pleasure as her screams filled the bedroom.

When she was finished, Charlotte sat across Vince's chest and laughed at the mess she'd made. He didn't seem nearly as amused, though he managed half a smile for her.

"Did you enjoy cumming inside me?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes, I did," he replied.

She ran her finger through some of the slick mess on his face and said, "It's a privilege to cum inside me, Vince. A privilege that you'll have to earn from now on, and you might have to do things you don't enjoy to earn that privilege."

An array of emotions washed across Vince's face as he seemed to struggle to offer a response.

"You've proven that you're good at doing as you're told, Vince," Charlotte said. "I think you like doing as you're told, in fact. But, you can fight me if you like. I wouldn't mind breaking down your resistance. In fact, it might be more fun that way. Just know that I'm going to get my way, that I'm in control, and that you're going to earn every bit of pleasure you experience from here on out."

Charlotte ran her fingers through the mess on his face and then pushed them into his mouth. He didn't fight her. He sucked them clean in fact, silently offering the answer he couldn't seem to verbalize. He might fight her, but eventually he'd be a good boy for her. He'd do as she desired. He'd submit.