Commercial lace-up boots too large for the
wearer
The photo:
A pair of calf length eyelet and hook lace-ups that is too large for the
wearer. The eyelet lacing over the instep has no room to be tightened more as
the wearer’s foot changes shape. As a work-around she could wear heavy sox to
give her feet more volume to get the eyelet laces tighter across her instep. The
toe of her boot has also been damaged giving some indication that the toe-box
will probably collapse if the wearer tries standing in them for very long.
The twins go
clubbing: With defensive lessons from Yardley well learned Cyndi,
Yardley and I took the twins boot clubbing for their first time. I had intended
to start at Naughty’s Boot Bar, but Yardley suggested we try another boot club
first as it was supposed to cater to newbies initially strutting their stuff.
Since it was supposed to have a Goody-Two-Shoes reputation I thought that was going
to be a bit tame given the twins background even though they were new to ballet
heels, but we could give it a try and move on. There is a sort of uniform for
women frequenting boot clubs here, not that there are many of us, but there are
a lot of wannabes most of whom make fools of themselves or show a flash of
talent and then disappear. The uniform is no panties, black fishnet tights with
an absorbent crotch gusset, black ballet boots and a black sports bra under a
fitted black leather jacket. I wear a front closure Champion so I can breast
feed while I’m clubbing. Most of us wear toe pads under sheer nylon anklets
over our fishnets to make the boots easier to get on. Platform and flexed
forefoot boots aren’t considered ballet boots (true BB must have the foot and
toes pointed in the boot) and if they are worn to boot clubs the wearer is
ridiculed unmercifully so she leaves soon after arriving.
We intentionally avoided the bikers clubs where some of the
female members are ballet heel enthusiasts and brawlers. We were just looking for some conventional
ballet boot sex for the twins to get their boot cherries harvested. Taking a
tight wet neophyte in her new boots is something males at boot clubs dream of;
shoving their dripping erections in a ballet boot chick’s tight pussy and
inseminating her so his semen drains into her boots. The club had recently
changed ownership and it had been redecorated, but its atmosphere and clientele
were still as benign as I remembered when I first took Cyndi and Bea there. It’s
a sort of up-scale almost Hanna Montana wholesome sort of place for young High
school ballet boot enthusiasts and their dates to gather. Almost all the girls
there take ballet have moms who were or are dancers and married well or have
good jobs so they can afford a six or seven hundred dollar pair of well made
leather ballet boots for their daughters. The boots aren’t nearly as good as
Gepettos, but at a fifth of his price they are good enough to strut around in
to impress boys and stand in while having sex.
There were no 4WD pickups and Harleys in the parking lot
just Suburban and Tahoe SUVs and minivans indicating Ballet heels moms were
lending their children their rides their for “boot lessons” and cokes. Actually
I was surprised that they were as busy as they were and it was sort of a high
school crowd with Hitachi Magic Wands as the fave toys which could be rented by
the half-hour. There was no obvious penetrative sex but couples went into the
back from time to time and in the Ladies rest room two very young boot-chicks
were trying to insert contraceptive sponges so there almost certainly was
somewhere on the premises.
The Today
Sponge: I asked the girls why they were using sponges and they said
wearing one their partner didn’t need to wear a condom, they could wear one for
the entire weekend, it offered some protection for the cervix from direct thrust
injury from a well endowed partner and it absorbed a lot of a partner’s semen. Actually,
the literature that comes with the sponge says it should be replaced every 24
hours, but the tests run for FDA approval showed it was effective for at least
48 hours. The failure rate for the sponge is: for Parous women: typical use 24%
Perfect use 20% and for Nulliparous women: typical use 12% Perfect use 9%,
which explains why it’s an over-the-counter teen favorite, but not for their
moms. If you aren’t allergic to the Noxynol-9 (N9) used in the sponge it’s easy
to forget the sponge is inserted. Depending on where you buy them three count
boxes are $14 to $16 USD so if you are planning on a very active weekend,
aren’t allergic to N9 and don’t have to worry about STIs the Sponge might be a
good choice.
It can also be a good faux method to wear on top of a
properly fitted FemCap, or in my case an Oves, if you think a mischievous partner
is going to pull out your barrier protection. I’ve used a Today when a partner
can’t reach my cervix when I’m aroused or fertile. Then I’ll wear an Oves for
contraception and insert a moistened sponge to shorten the depth he needs to
penetrate me to feel my cervix. Except of course he will be ramming the sponge
from which I’ve carefully trimmed the removal strap. It’s amazing how much
pushing into a sponge can improve a partner’s ejaculatory experience when he
thinks he has completely filled me with his erection.
The young teens in their commercial boots were like colts
walking shakily around on wobbling ankles. A few had boots that were obviously
too large and most of them were fascinated by and in awe of my girls in
Gepetto’s ballet heels. It was obvious we were the oldest group there and with
no male partners we rented Hitachi wands and played with one another, had a
coke and left. We were all wearing Penetrator plugs and the Hitachi is
particularly effective in giving both clitoral and G-spot orgasms when held
against the head of a Penetrator so our visit to the baby’s boot bar wasn’t a total
loss and we left relaxed.
Naughty’s
ballet boots bar: At
Naughty’s I got Odette and Odile registered and entered into the clubs database
so they both now have accounts that will eventually be paid by me. Since their ID shows them as being 21 they
have access to every part of the casino and associated holdings, except the
High-Roller venues, where they can only enter as talent or guests. The first
thing we did after registering the twins was to go to the Ladies and remove our
Plugs. Because we had all masturbated with wands at Baby’s and our Penetrators
seal extremely well we were full of vaginal secretions that needed to drain and
be Kegeled out while on a bidet and then empty our bowels and bladders, clean
up and check hair and makeup before going out to look over the selection of
Bar-boys I had let know there were boot cherries to be harvested as partners
for the twins initial boot-fuck.
All the club members and staff have recent clean full STI
panels on file so there was no need to concern ourselves about the possibility
of infections, just pregnancy and all the others, Including Yardley, have GyneFix
copper IUDs implanted so I was the only one who checked that my Oves was screwed
down tight on my ripe cervix. It didn’t take long for the guys to come over to
admire the twin’s boots and some of them even asked knowledgeable questions which
the twins answered while flirting with them. The guys I alerted were escort
candidates the twins had trained with and they are exceptionally compatible
with both so I thought the girls would pick the men they felt were most attuned
to their needs and that’s exactly what they did. Perhaps the men were chosen
for technique, but I think psychological support as well since the twins think
being taken in ballet boots is far sexier than pointe shoes and they were being
taken for the first time in such erotic footwear.
After the twins made their selections Cyndi, Yardley and I
chose partners and the ten of us retired to a reserved encounter salle to enjoy
watching the twins lose their boot cherries and then had an awesome ballet boot
cluster-fuck. The cherry pickers were alternately gentle and brutal caressing
the girls G-spots until their ankles wobbled even with shaft guards for
support. Then I could tell that their shafts had swollen as the girls went
forward on to their platform with their heels off the floor trying to get away
from that momentary penis enlargement just prior to ejaculation as the boys
pounded their soft open cervixes and the girls gasped and moaned in pain and
ecstasy. The boys brought the twins to orgasm simultaneously and their powerful
vaginal contractions pulled the men into ecstasy with them.
Asthma and
ballet boots: Two hours later we all had just emerged from the
encounter salle into the main bar completely sated, drained of all sexual
tension and ready to leave when a medical emergency occurred. A woman in a pair
of gorgeous high quality German leather ballet boots, a fitted leather jacket,
fishnets and an M10 gasmask was in severe respiratory distress at the warm-up
barre. Both Odette and Odile recognized her from her enlarged chest the result
of asthma she has had since childhood.
Odette said the girl was a grad student and had been taking pointe at
UNLV, but had to stop because her asthma had gotten worse and she no longer had
the lung capacity and stamina.
What she was doing being penetrated from behind standing in
ballet boots while wearing a gasmask given her limited lung capacity was a
question that only occurred to us later when Yardley and I found out how severe
her asthma was. She was being thrust into by a very energetic Bar-boy while
bent over the warm-up barre against the mirrored wall. She was bleeding freely from
her vagina and moaning in seeming delight.
Then as we were getting ready to leave there was a strangled gurgling
moan only partially muffled by her gasmask as her right ankle turned out, gave
way and snapped inside her boot and she shrieked as she toppled on to her right
side almost pulling her partner with her. She lay writhing on the floor trying
to get her mask off with one hand and holding her ankle with the other.
Odette knew right away what was wrong and ran to Gasmask-girl’s
table grabbed her tote and emptied it on the table searching for her Asthma
rescue inhaler. Finding it she ran back pulled the M10 off the chick’s face and
had her partner pull her up and lean her against the mirrored wall so her chest
and head were more or less vertical. Then had him hold her mouth open as Odette
primed the rescue inhaler shoved it into the chick’s mouth and depressed the
plunger sending a mist of medication down her throat as she struggled to
breathe. Her breathing didn’t seem to
improve so she gave her another shot from the inhaler and then her breathing
markedly improved. By then the duty manager and the EMTs called by the
bartender had arrived and Odette stepped away as the professionals went to
work. Odile had gone over to
gasmask-girl’s table and put all her things; wallet, car keys, tampons, a new
pack of Beyaz, tissues and iPhone back in her tote and stood guard over it and
when the EMTs wheeled her out Odette rode in the ambulance with her.
We followed the ambulance to the hospital to take Odette home,
but she insisted on staying and our leather jackets, fishnets and ballet boots
in the ER waiting room raised a few eyebrows, but most of the others there were
too sick to notice what we were wearing. The twins decided to stay with their
injured friend so I got their dance bags out on my Subaru and they changed out
of ballet boots in to wind pants and GM pointes before we left them one of the
cars and Cyndi, Yardley and I went home to shower and relax.
Adolph’s party:
Today is Halloween so all of us are going to Adolph’s later for his party which
is starting very late. It’s a school night so the girls will almost certainly
cut classes tomorrow as we probably won’t get to bed (to sleep) until dawn.
