(kudos to /u/boozer1337 to turn this into an amazing piece of writing. This is about a month old. After hearing my story, /u/boozer1337 rewrote my experience with his great storytelling. Enjoy and AMA!
She giggled to herself as she re-crossed her legs, swinging the newly dangling boot outwards and twirling it in the air, the sunlight from the window shifting its reflection over the fluid creases which ran along the side. Her secret admirer visibly fidgeted, unmistakably adjusting himself so as to relieve the pressure of his boner against his jeans, while at the same time desperately attempting to keep it hidden – and yet unable to break eye contact with her boots. Smirking inwardly as she continued chatting with Jane, she extended her foot ever so slightly, so as to obstruct his view behind the leg of the table. To her amazement – and excitement – he cocked his head to the side and craned his neck so as to keep her boot in his line of vision. Suddenly, Sarah felt herself flooded with powerful, erotic thoughts – rocking her foot back and forth, forcing him to keep swinging his head this way and that to see it, she felt like a puppetmistress playing with a new toy. He was putty in her hands – she was quite sure that she could have strutted over to his table in her boots, snapped her fingers, and had him fall to his knees before her, worshipping her, kissing her boots, giving her compliments, notwithstanding the rest of the Starbucks’ customers watching him. In fact, in that moment she felt quite sure that she could have all of the guys in the shop – hell, probably some of the women, too – forming an orderly queue, on their knees, waiting for the chance to worship their newfound queen while she sat cross-legged, teasing each of them with her boots and making them beg for the chance to kiss one.
“Oh my God, what is happening to me?!” she wondered in amused fascination, as she continued to torment her secret admirer. Just a week ago, she had felt annoyed and objectified by Matt’s boot and femdom fetish, whereas now she was drawing immense pleasure from exploiting that same objectification. Her mind struggled to keep up as more and more deliciously dominant daydreams flashed before her eyes. In one, Matt queued up to worship her along with all the other Starbucks boys, but after letting each of the strangers kiss her boots, she taunted Matt by twirling them away and denying him each time he leaned in. In another, they were at a party together surrounded by their friends and she ordered him to kneel and grovel before her boots in front of everyone – which he did without question. In yet another, she simply strolled through town in her boots as an all powerful succubus, delighting and relishing in her power as she turned every head and engorged every cock as she passed, her head held high and indifferent to the thousand hearts she was simultaneously ensnaring and shattering with each click-clack of her heels on the sidewalk…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7957v2/fmm_exhibition_public_how_i_turned_a_starbucks