Steampunk Boots Womens Novels & Stories

A light dusting of makeup, hair in an elegant bun, and my mother staring proudly at her handiwork done on me tells me I was right in thinking she was enjoying this moment just as much as I was dreading it. “I hate pink.” I groan out, getting an exasperated sigh as a response. “Well too bad. You agreed to wear what I pick out for you this trip to keep your façade up.” She mock scolds. Staying quiet, I slip on the luxury boots that my mother had gifted me months ago, the Giuseppe Zanotti Juliette boots, perfect for walking on the forest grounds and quite comfortable.

Rows of modest heels, flats, running shoes, and boots turned before her. Cassie stopped turning when more of Tricia's inner slut appeared before her in the form of silver, sparkled platform heels, thigh-high, red patent boots, and feathery, black strappy heels. Eyeing the black plumes, she tipped her head to the side in recognition.

She smiled. “I saw that.” Her teeth where so white it’s almost blinding to look at. I looked down at her feet. She was wearing combat boots that were pure jet black. I don’t understand why girls now a day’s like combat boots and boys’ cargo pants as well as our polo t-shirts. “Combat boots make it easier to walk and run in rain.” Daylight said as if hearing what I was thinking. “How…” I was cut off. “How did I know? I’m not a mind reader, Ian, but I can read expressions.” She said.

I clutched the lining tightly, definitely aware that underneath, I wore nothing but the delicate red lingerie that Mike had forced me into. “Welcome, Madam,” another attendant greeted me, another warm smile flashed towards me. What’s so good about the day?“We’ve been expecting you. We have just received a limited edition pair of boots, crafted by Latift himself. It’s the only pair in the world, and I’m certain you’ll love it.” Her words barely registered as my mind went blank.

"As much as I hate to interrupt the show, boss, we have a tight schedule. I found some high-end, reinforced combat boots in the back section. Black leather, steel shanks, lightweight." ​He stepped directly into my line of sight, effectively blocking a portion of the mirror. He crouched down in front of me, his half-open jacket swinging forward to reveal the sharp lines of his chest and the dark ink tracing his collarbones. He picked up one of the heavy boots, holding it out toward my foot. ​"Let's see if we can get your sizing right, Feisty," Daniel murmured, his voice dropping into a quiet, unexpectedly smooth register as he took off the current boot I was wearing, his fingers brushing the

Chastity gushed. I had found a pair of handmade brown leather boots with cut outs that had a dark purple material behind the cut outs. They should reach about mid-calf on her. I had also gotten lucky that they had them in her size because the store only had the one pair, and would not have been able to get a pair in her size. “I’m so glad you like them.” I stated. “I really do. They’re perfect.” Chastity said as she put them back in the bag, “You’re turn.”

“I think he likes them too. They’d be a good contrast. And a hint of your personality too.” She puts the pairs she’d found back then grabs the boots. They’re knee-high and made from lace with a ribbon on the outside of the leg, the inside has a zip. The shoes at the bottom are a more traditional pointed toe heeled shoe with a wide block heel that offers a bit more stability than a stiletto. The heels are three and a half inches tall. Her feet would be uncomfortable, but she’d manage for Kai’s reaction to the idea of her in them.

They have been out of stock for a while. They were knee high with a sleek pink leather finish. The heels were about three or four inches high with a pointed toe. It didn’t really appeal to me. She ran her fingers over the intricate silver buckles and lace-like details on the shaft of the boot. ‘’The details are so crazy, Octavia.’’ She looked at me and smiled. ‘’Raven. You need to get one. Let’s get you something like this in black.’’ We found the exact type. I tried it in, feeling the soft and supple leather. It hugged my legs just too perfectly that I had no choice but to fall in love with it.

One of the horizontal poles was directly in front of me and held a whole lot of gowns. Beneath the gowns were two shelves of shoes; some were sturdy boots but most were delicate things made of soft leather with spindly heels and sparkly bits all over them as if some rabid jeweler had got a hold of them. I rolled my eyes. At least I knew where Aideen got her shoe inspiration from.

Cali spun and headed toward the back of the store, where rows of shoes and boots rested on metal shelves, arranged by sizes. “What size are you?” “Eight and a half.” “Ooh, ooh! Check these out!” Cali held up a pair of above the ankle red leather boots with four inch spike heels. Leesa grimaced. The boots were so not her. “No way. They’ll make me look like a hooker.” Cali looked down at the boots and grinned. “Yeah, they might be a bit too hot for you. I think I’ll keep these puppies for myself.” “Can’t I just wear my black leather knee-highs?” Leesa asked.