Bitch Trap

You shouldn’t have gone into the forbidden room your rich aunt had told you was off limits with your best-friend Taylor.  But he wanted to know what was in there and you didn’t want to look like a wimp, so you snuck in and found it was full of rare antiques and her ‘special collection’ of objects.  The centre of the room was dominated by a huge black trunk and you both found yourselves gravitating over to it almost magnetically. There were some notes on the box, left in your aunts spidery hand and you read them aloud.

“Identified as magic bitch boots.  Beware and wait until x-ray can be completed. Legend says the wearer of the boots will become a complete bitch.  You will have to obey any instruction that comes from inside the boots. Only the boot wearer can take off the boots. Dangerous magic.”

“Hah, what a crock of shit,” laughed Taylor unlocking the clasps and throwing back the lid. Inside were the shiniest, blackest, sexiest, stiletto heeled boots either of you had ever seen.  And tucked into the top of one of the boots was a piece of card with the instructions “PUT ME ON” written down.

As you both read it something clicked in your head.  You suddenly knew you had to obey the instruction no matter what it took.  You had to put the boots on, you had to wear them.  Unfortunately Taylor had the same idea and as you reached down he did too and you both grabbed a boot each.

There were no words, just grunts as you began tussling and wrestling, trying to get the boots from each other.  Like men possessed you were now mortal enemies as you tried to get the boots on.  You pushed Taylor over triumphantly and began unzipping a boot ready to slide on to your foot.  Pulling the tight welcoming black leather apart as wide as it would go, you kicked off your shoe and positioned your foot above the boot.

Bringing your foot down it entered the boot and the the leather closed magically up, melting through your jeans and encasing your leg in tight black shiny material. It felt wonderful.  Taylor was desperately opening his boot and trying to get it on, but before he could, you pirouetted perfectly and with your new shoe kicked him hard in the chin, knocking him back and causing him to drop the boot.

Picking it up, you quickly slid it onto your other leg and moaned as the set completed itself.  “NO, GET BACK!” you screamed as he approached and he froze and retreated up against the wall.

Pleasure suddenly arched through your body and you moaned and gasped, Taylor watched jealously from across the room as you fell to all fours and began to change. Panting and moaning, your bones cracked and shifted and your skin softened.  Your hair lengthened as you became a raven haired, green eyed sex Goddess with a tight bubble butt and big tits.

Running manicured fingers over your boots a slutty smirk appeared on your wet pink lips and you beckoned to Taylor.  “Come here and fuck your Mistress.”  Soon he had you bent over, fucking you deep and hard just as you required.  His hands were on the boots, but it didn’t matter… they had found their new owner and they weren’t going anywhere…