Magic Dance Shoes
(Posted on Thursday, May 16, 2002)
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My name is Robin, and I am a very attractive woman. My eyes are playful and flirtaous and my smile is sweet, yet seductive. I am slender, with a well toned, drop dead body. My legs have always been one of my best features. Through years of exercise and dance, my legs have developed an awesome look. I am also blessed with thin ankles. I have been told by many my feet are very sexy. Shapely toes supple feet with high, soft arches. Very delicate, and sculptured feet.  In the past, I have been asked if I would consider modeling my feet because they are so exquisite.

Because I love to dance, I have always pampered my feet. Weekly pedicures, creams and lotions are part of a ritual that I have developed in order to keep my feet soft, and feminine. Spending time taking care of them is a luxury that makes me feel womanly and sexy. When I dance. my feet feel their sexiest.

A few weeks ago I went to a social ballroom dance. I was very excited about this event because I just bought a new pair of dance shoes. (Buying sexy shoes is one of my favorite hobbies!)  I even had my toes done in a French pedicure to show off the shoes.The shoes were fabulous. The heel was a bit higher than what I was used to, but I knew I could handle it. A 3in heel, with gold trim on the bottom. The top of the shoe was a soft black leather strap, with some rhinestones. A slender ankle strap accented my shapely legs. With my toes playing peek-a-boo , and showing its cleavage, I knew the shoe had the look I wanted.  Just slipping the shoe on my foot made me feel like a princess. I had lots of energy that night, and I was ready to party.

As I was sitting down and changing my shoes, I noticed this man walk into the room. I saw him glance at me, and I observed he checked out my shoes for a split second, then smiled. He had this million-dollar smile that made his whole face light up. But the thing that really got my attention were his eyes. Large almond shaped eyes that were a steel blue color. He had the look of seduction written all over his face. As he started to approach me I felt my heart skip a beat, and my throat became a bit dry. “Hi he said, great dance shoes. My name is Robert, wanna go for a whirl around the dance floor” I couldn’t get the word yes out fast enough.
A cha-cha was playing, which is one of my favorite dances. Our rhythm and motion were in sync.  The connection we had on the dance floor was fabulous. I could feel my nipples swell as his hips swayed to the Latin rhythm. This man could dance, and I was getting hot just watching him. I kept thinking, this must be the magic of my new dance shoes.

Song after song, we danced. Each dance was better than the next. I felt this subtle sexual tension flooding my body from my head to toe. I knew he must have been feeling the same thing because he wouldn’t let me off of the dance floor. By the end of the night, we were dancing so close; I could feel the generous bulge he had to offer.

After two and half-hours of dancing, we both finally felt as if we had enough. I went back to the chair to change my magic shoes. He followed me and sat down next to me. He reached down and firmly grabbed my ankle for a split second that sent shivers up my spine. He then said, “the night is still young, I think your feet need some pampering. How about a foot massage? I just live a few blocks away.” My first thought was, I don’t even know this man. How can I go back to his place? But the touch of his firm grip on my ankle was so overwhelming I knew that I could not refuse.

By the time we got into his apartment, I was so anxious and excited, I could barely talk. He told me to sit down and relax, and he would be right back. I sunk into his soft leathery couch, and enjoyed the aroma of the material. I propped up my feet, and slid my shoes off and closed my eyes. When he returned, he came back into the room with a chest full of foot goodies. I thought, boy, have I struck gold, this man is a footman, a fantasy of mine that I have not experienced. My excitement just escalated another notch.

The first thing he took out was a mint scented lotion. He generously poured some over my feet and they immediate started to tingle. He started to massage, and rub in a way that was very confident and experienced. I know this man did this before and I felt excited about what was to come. His stroke was unpredictable, which was very stimulating. First is was firm and hard, then he would change it to soft and tender. I had no idea what was coming next. The anticipation was killing me. He rubbed between my toes, he stroked my heels, and he slipped his firm hands in circular motion around my ankles. The only thing he did not touch was the soles of my feet. At first I thought this was by accident., but the longer he massaged, the more I realized he was doing this to tease  me. The more I squirmed and wiggled, the more he avoided my soles. It was driving me crazy. I wanted him to touch the center of my foot so bad that I began to let out soft moans.

He suddenly stopped with the massage and looked at me with his seductive eyes. With one quick stroke, he lightly went from toe to heel on the sole of my foot. My reaction shocked me. I let out this uncontrollable giggle and screeched, “ You are tickling me!” He then asked me if I had always been this ticklish. I told him I was as a kid, but I never thought about it since then. He then told me to lie back, and close my eyes, to enjoy more pampering. I obeyed his command. He grabbed my ankle again, and in one quick motion before I could realize what was happening, he reached into his bag of toys and strapped on a set of cuffs to my legs.

I let out a shriek and screamed “What are you doing?” He said “ I am going to tickle you to paradise.” He started tickling my feet with quick sharp strokes. I began squirming and twisting in efforts to get away. But it was so difficult to move because the laughing was so uncontrollably. The man was relentless, the more I struggled to get away, the harder I laughed, and the more he continued. Full-bellied giggles were coming from deep in my throat. I could feel my stomach muscles contract because I was laughing so hard. I thought my insides would come out. The tightness in my abdominal muscles grew firmer, and the laughing started to feel more pleasurable. At that point I realize how wet I was, and I didn’t want him to stop. I could suddenly feel waves of pleasure roll into my groin. My laughing became loud moans of pleasure. I had one orgasm after another. It felt as if my clit traveled to the soles of my feet.

He stopped tickling briefly to allow me to catch my breath. He reached into his bag of toys. This time he pulled out a rope and tied the rest of my hands up so could not move. He started to lick my toes with moist wet strokes .He slowly unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I was so hot at that point I began begging him for it. He reached down again, and grabbed my feet and started to tickle me once more. Again, the giggles turned into pure joy. This time he slipped his cock deep into my mouth and started pumping as he was tickling my feet. Within seconds he came all over me with a powerful jolt. We were both exhausted and well satisfied.
I haven’t worn my magic dance shoes since that night, but my feet are starting to feel that sweet tingle. I think is time to get them out of the closet again.