I forgot how much I love love love my thigh boots. As soon as I put them on I feel sexy, empowered and fearless. I have no qualms about making a man get on his hands and knees to crawl towards me, worshipping the very ground I walk on. The boots command him to treat me like a Goddess, and he obeys. I don't even need to tell him to fuck me fast or hard - he already knows what to do. I think I should wear them more often!The other date was average, nothing much exciting to say. He was pleasant, a nice time was had... I'm not sure a guy like that could handle the boots though. He's far too tame.
I really can't be doing with this cold, wet greyness so I'm going to find a cocoon somewhere and get cosy.
Brooke x

