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Fetish! Erotic Fiction By John Gordon It is the mid-1960s and London is beginning to swing. Young Danny make a sudden and seemingly crazy decision to follow two very beautiful young women, drawn irresistibly by their very high, black leather boots and stunning looks! Soon he is welcomed enthusiastically into a deliciously uninhibited, shameless world. His fantasies about 'boots, leather, discipline' (and much else besides) become a thrilling reality topped with lashings of whipped cream. It was a mild and murky Saturday afternoon in London early in January 1965.
Shortly before Christmas Danny had won a scholarship at Cambridge, and now he could relax. The academic year did not start till October and he had a temporary job for the next few months.
Danny was a slender 18-year-old with soft sandy hair and exquisitely smooth skin, of the kind that delights girls and boys, women and men. Having taken the entrance and scholarship exam he was doing simply nothing for a while. It was several months since he’d last taken a walk with no particular aim in mind and here he was, strolling aimlessly down King’s Road, Chelsea.
King’s Road was still genteel, with small art dealers, antiquarian bookshops and antiques shops, and the famous landmarks were in place. Just across the road was that famous establishment with showrooms full of baths, showers and lavatories that gloried in the name of Thomas Crapper & Son (by appointment to H.M. the late King George V, Sanitary Engineers.)
The street was changing, however. There were the first small clothes shops aimed at young people, and new cafés and record shops had opened recently. The majority of people in King’s Road were young; the boutiques and cafés were busy. Many of the people, especially the young women, wore the latest fashion clothes. The street was youthful, brash and brassy, classy and sexy.
Suddenly Danny noticed two young women on the opposite pavement. Their dress left him a-goggle and a-boggle. They were wearing high black leather boots, shortish grey woollen skirts and black capes. Danny had never seen anything like it before. He felt unmasked. It was as if someone had penetrated his innermost fantasy world and found out exactly what he thought about of when masturbating in the privacy of his own bedroom. It was, above all, those amazing black leather boots. He stood there intrigued and unnerved. Someone somewhere had managed to penetrate a very private corner of his world. What would they discover next? Did they, he wondered, perhaps also know about the whips and canes that lurked in this intensely intimate fantasy world of his. Perhaps someone somewhere even knew exactly how he spiced up his masturbatory activities when he was alone at home and that he enjoyed putting on extremely tight swimming trunks and whacking himself with a cheeseboard during those sessions of self-pleasure.
Arm in arm, the young women in their spellbinding, immaculate boots were walking slowly towards Danny. He wondered whether he would be able to contain his excitement, but there was no question of doing what he really would have liked to do. As they drew closer he finally paid some attention to the wearers as well as their footwear. One was above average height for a woman and had auburn shoulder-length hair; the other was small, even petite with collar-length dark hair, which framed her face. Both looked very mysterious, beautiful and so, so sexy.
When the women had passed him, Danny decided to follow them. On one level it was crazy, he told himself, but the temptation was simply irresistible. They entered a café and after hanging around outside for a few minutes, he followed and sat down at a small table that gave him a good view of the pair. He had to be careful not to be noticed staring at them. He ordered a cup of coffee, then another. Suddenly, several people left, and Danny and the bebooted young women were almost alone in the café. The smaller of the two women came over to Danny and with a charming smile asked him to join them at their table. Again, he had the feeling that he was unmasked but she smiled kindly and enticingly.
The women introduced themselves as Kim and Sadie or, as they put it amid much laughter, "Kinky Kim" and "Sadistic Sadie." Danny was beginning to get used to being unmasked, and he rather liked it. His yearning for erotic beatings would surely be uncovered next.
“These boots of ours have amazing powers, especially over naughty boys. They are as good as magic – a true fetish item,” said Kim with a knowing wink. “They work wonders. I’m sure we’ve set many boys a-wanking. Boys are so very naughty. They need discipline - strict discipline,” she added, relishing the word “discipline”.
Kim’s lack of inhibitions, her frankness and shamelessness left pretty young Danny helpless. He couldn’t take his eyes off those magnificent boots. He had a powerful erection. Kinky Kim was aware of his helplessness and was enjoying it. Danny said with undisguised enthusiasm, “Yes, it’s those boots that do it!” Kim and Sadie hooted with laughter. “We are a pair of very wicked and very, very kinky girls,” said Kim, and whispered to Danny, “Be a good boy, Gorgeous, and mind you don’t cum! I cane boys severely for that kind of thing. My absolute minimum is nine strokes – on the bare bum.” And with that she and Sadie in turn flung their arms round him and kissed him.
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It was an evening, a few days later. Danny arrived at Kim and Sadie’s secluded ivy clad Victorian house in one of the older suburbs. It stood well back from the road.
The two young women had a very special treat in store for Danny in their candle-lit sitting-room. They changed into black leather gear. Kim wore high boots, a short black leather skirt and a black bra. Sadie wore somewhat shorter boots, a black leather bra with her erect nipples poking through tiny slits and an unbuttoned silk blouse which contrasted with her dark hair.
Soon Danny was kneeling on the carpet, completely naked, a harness round his neck and slender chest. There he was, trying unsuccessfully to rub himself against Kim’s boots, while Sadie held him on a tight leash and lovingly whacked his buttocks with her cane! He felt irresistibly drawn to those high boots. They seemed to promise the ultimate in pleasure.
Throughout his thrilling ordeal (if one can call it such) Sadie whispered gently to him and called him ‘Gorgeous.’ Highly trained in the taboo erotic arts, she did all she could to drive Danny crazy. From time to time she kissed him while caning him.
“Pain is so good for you, my darling Gorgeous, so exciting and – wow – so sexy,” whispered petite Sadie and kissed him and gave his balls a gentle fondle. “It’s also just a shade kinky,” she added with a giggle.
“Wuv you, Gorgeous,” said Sadie, as she kissed Danny’s neck and caressed his shoulder blades while caning him even harder. “I know what drives kinky boys really wild,” she added. She paused and pulled on a pair of long black leather opera gloves. Danny tugged hard at his harness but Sadie held it firmly.
Sadie fondled pretty Danny’s balls very gently while caning him harder and harder, her hands gloved in soft black leather on his balls.
“Boots, leather, discipline, pain, thrilling pain, Gorgeous,” she intoned rhythmically, while fondling and whacking Danny.
After several minutes Kim reached for her whip. She brought it down hard on Sadie’s buttocks. There was a yelp. The whipping continued, amid shrieks of joy from Sadie, and the beating became very rhythmical. The yelps and shrieks grew louder and more and more intense; they rose in a crescendo, peaked in a scream which gave way to deep moans and groans.
“Yes, darling, cum! Cum for Mistress; and gorgeous Danny, you will cum too! Mistress commands, girl and boy obey. If that sounds Fascist, it's meant to!" As Sadie’s moaning peaked she lost her grip on Danny’s harness. He moved a few inches closer to those bewitching boots.
What then followed exceeded his wildest fantasies. Mistress Kim planted the toecap of her left-hand boot firmly on the very root of his penis, behind his balls, and pressed very hard. There were several sharp, painful and thrilling lashes of her whip. The excitement was unbearable. He felt his muscles grow taut and heave powerfully. He went hurtling over the threshold; there was a powerful squirt that shook his whole body, then mini-squirts followed by oozing. The hot semen spread over Mistress Kim boot – thick cream on black leather.
“Well done, Danny!” she exclaimed and cuddled, hugged and kissed him before turning her attention to Sadie.
“Your homage to Mistress, girl!”
Pretty Sadie, glowing with joy, knelt before Mistress. In the soft light Danny had difficulty making out what exactly she was doing for the Great Lady in Leather. He was, after all, only 18 and not sure of all the details of the female anatomy. As Kim resumed the rhythmical whipping, Sadie slowly parted Kim’s labia, and then she seemed to kiss her passionately in the most intimate place of all.
The whipping stopped whipping and Mistress Kim flung her head back and shrieked loudly, then groaned and emitted a series of screams of pure ecstasy. It was only some months later that they let Danny into the secret: one of Sadie’s duties as a sub was to nibble the Great Lady’s clitoris.
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Danny became a regular guest at the House of Pain. In addition, he was sometimes asked to help Kim and Sadie satisfy clients who wanted a gorgeous boy. This was very well paid, and Kim also made sure the clients tipped him handsomely for his taboo services. By the time Danny went to Cambridge in the autumn, he had amassed a sizeable sum. In the vacation he always paid several visits to the bebooted young women. He was always delighted to see them, and later he regularly took charming little Sadie all the way to out of body experiences, to the very highest levels of ecstasy. Other visits to the House of Pain provided a most enjoyable and rewarding vacation job.
© John Gordon, January 2008
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