Posted Wed Feb 1, 2017 | 429 Words | Tagged story boots chav cocky

The master control boots you see them advertised. The advertisement had them in a blue colour, while not your favourite of colours stood out. It was bold and so were the reflective stripes in the corner. You imagine them on your feet. How much they would stand out compared with the black shoes and jeans you wear for work. But they would look so good on your feet.

Without realising it you walk into the shop and straight towards the display of the shoes. The colours all perfectly displayed. The one you want is in sight, a bright red. Your favourite colour, even stemming to the shade of red shirt you are wearing. The black tip and sides accentuating the colour. Imaging them on your feet. That’s all you want right now.

Picking up a box of some size, you head to the changing rooms and slowly realise you are trying on a pair of shoes which have managed to enchant you so much. You wonder how well they’ll actually look on your feet.

Off come the boring shoes and socks and on goes the feel of the boot. It feels soft and comfortable. A small thought pops into your mind, why didn’t you put them on with socks? You don’t think much of it and take a step in them before realising you had managed to pick up a pair at least 5 sizes too big for your own feet.

But then again they don’t feel that bad do they? You look in the mirror and pull a cocky grin. They look well hot on you don’t they? All that looks wrong is well the rest of you. It just looks crap and not worthy of wearing these boots.

You think about if for a second but then something itches at you. You feel the need to get out of this shop and get someone worshiping these boots on you. That’s what they were made for. You think anyway. Where did these thoughts come from? Who knows but they sound well fucking worth it.

You pull up your trousers and walk out of the changing room, grinning at glances of yourself in the mirror. You flip open your phone and open one of those apps, and see messages flooding in from people wanting to worship your master boots. Picking one you like, you get them to come over later.

After walking home full of confidence, you look in your full length mirror and see a pair of grey trackies with red stripes and your Adidas top to match.