Honestly I am a little bit ashamed of the vast number of boots I have, most of them only worn a few times, but I cannot pass a shop when I see a lovely pair. As I explained this a few weeks ago to a slave, he suggested to take him for “bootshopping”. At that moment, I hit him in the face as I did not wanted to show up in public with a slave. But, after a few days, I started to think it over again and decided that maybe it was not a bad idea at all. I realized it could be fun taking a slave to a city abroad for shopping. Nobody would recognize Me and who would be suspicious about a woman trying on new boots and helped with this by her husband or lover? Like that, a few days ago, we went to a city in the western part of Germany. In the beginning, I was a little bit anxious that nevertheless the fact that we were abroad and in a big city, someone would recognize Me. But, after a while I got acquainted to the anonymity of the big foreign city and I relaxed.
In the beginning I had jan only unzipping the boots I was wearing and helping to put the new ones on, but after a while a started to go further.
Like that, I told him, the boots had a small stain, so he took a clean handkerchief and polished the leather. Later on, he bent completely forward and exhaled on the leather to create some condensation on the leather for better cleaning,….
In one of the shops I pushed the sole in his the face when the shoplady left us for a moment and I ordered him to smell what material the soles were made of and I kicked his face softly with the sole while he was doing so.
In a Western-shop, I found some very vicious looking spurs and tried several. Of course it was jan who fixed them one by one on My boots. Finally, I bought three “special” types!
By the end of the day, I was walking through the streets, My slave behind Me, carrying several bags…..Afterall, wintertime indeed is boottime!
Oooohhh, I love the good life!
Lady Contessa Pat
