Lydia expands her power and her new audience

Empty boots weren't exactly what Lydia had in mind, but she figured giving a command as vague as 'give me pleasure' was bound to elicit some interesting effects. Now she'd added another command with very unspecific directions: she told the enchantments that she wanted to come.

The results of both requests didn't disappoint her at all. She had always liked boots, and there was something powerful and fetishistic about them. Now that the magic of the book had given them the ability to walk around on their own, that power was multiplied.

The leather of one of her living boots played against her clit as she moaned and grabbed the empty shaft with both hands, pulling herself against it with urgency. It's mate lifted itself up into the air and played its toe gently against her nipple. She licked her lips as she watched the other two phantom pairs dancing around each other, beckoning to them with a finger as she humped against the one between her legs.

The pleasure flowed through her, and she moaned loudly as she remembered her soundproof apartment. She thought about writing her orgasm command into the tome, but then thought better of it. Writing the words in the book itself was certain to get her what she wanted, but she figured writing the command would create an automatic response – and getting there organically seemed like it would be more fun.

After all, these haute couture creatures of leather already seemed to be doing the job just fine. She wasn't actually sure what was making her hotter, the soft cool leather playing against her skin, or the fact that with the power of the book… she could literally fulfill fantasies that shouldn't be possible in reality.

She hugged one of the living shafts against her as she leaned over her bed, noticing that even pulling her weight against it didn't overturn the boot. Though there was nothing inside, it stood strong as if an intangible woman was planted in it. Lydia was reaching for the notebook again — she had a plan.

I want to be able to bring things like this to life through thought alone, she wrote unsteadily — her arousal distracting her from the task. As she put a finishing mark on the statement and set her pen down once more, she felt some novel power flowing through her. Instead of diluting her arousal, it exacerbated it. She humped against the boot, lightly laughing through her moans as possibilities raced through her mind.

As the two other identical pairs of boots approached her, obeying her command from earlier, she imagined an entire procession of her footwear bearing witness to her naughty act.

And then, with nothing more than a thought, her closet doors popped open once more. Out walked a pair of black pumps and a pair of equally black combat boots. Lydia's eyes widened as she heard footsteps from the doorway. Both her chucks and her crosstrainer sneakers stepped in to the doorway of her bedroom in the two-room suite. A pair of pink and white striped slippers joined the mix from under her dresser, and a pair of burgundy mules and Birkenstock sandals exited the closet as well.

And now her red lacquer knee boots descended from a box on the top shelf of her closet. They took her commands quite literally – every pair of footwear she owned was going to watch her fuck these leather boots.

"Oh fuck, why stop there?" Lydia asked, grinning as she slid her pussy up and down against the soft leather boot shaft. Now she imagined her roommates' footwear as well, and instead of simply watching… "I want you all to play," Lydia said. The book had some interesting interpretations on her commands, and her own living boots took to pleasing her in such an intriguing way that she just had to know how a bunch of shoes, boots, slippers and sandals would interpret a command to play with each other.

Lydia had plenty of stimulation, after all — if these things innately had some sort of magical sense about how to please her – why not let them really join in the fun?