The Jewelry Store
(Published on Friday, March 4, 2005)
This story was submitted anonymously.

Feel free to submit your comments about this story in our free foot fetish chat forum.
To do this, just click here for the story section topic to make your comments public.

I saw a beautiful brunette at the mall, working in a jewelry store. I couldn't catch my breath, she saw me, and how she affected me by the look on my face. I couldn't stop, but I did call. She agreed to meet me after her shift with one or two of her girlfriends.

We met, and had a few drinks (I thought her friends would never stop asking questions). Then we went to a local nightclub for some dancing. The whole time, from the time I saw her, until later in the evening (not there yet), I couldn't stop thinking about her feet. You see, she had a black pair of closed toe pumps on with black nylons. I knew that her toes and feet would be nice, warm and sweet smelling. Yet, I couldn't see them, much less smell, touch, or taste them (pure torture).

While we danced, I did get her to kiss me, and not like a brother. While we danced, we did have another drink, but all I could think of was how to see those, what must be, beautiful toes and feet.

She had had a long day, and suggested that we leave. She dropped me at my car, and I followed her to her apartment. I couldn't wait to get in, and had to relieve myself at the side of her building. She watched, and was amused.

We talked for awhile, and finally she had to get into something more comfortable. She came back into the living room with an oversized shirt, and tight shorts on. Fortunately for me, she was barefoot. I could barely contain my excitement!  I asked if she could use a foot massage, and she said, "Yes."

She asked me if I had a thing for feet, and embarrassed I said, "No. " I added that I thought she could use a foot massage because she had been on her feet all day. I was able to massage, and smell, and stroke her lovely feet, soles, toes and ankles. I didn't want her to think I WAS a foot perv, so I only spent about ten minutes on each foot.

Then, as we moved to the bedroom, all I could think of was that I would get to be near her feet again soon. Sshe made sure I knew to be a gentleman on the first night; no home run, which was okay. You'll see why next.

I started to kiss her all over her body, and spent just a normal amount of time at her feet. But I was able to inhale A LOT under the sheets, and soon after we both started to doze off.
 

PART 2:

First, a couple of details that I left out of the first part. My Angel (her preference) lived about 2 1/2 hours away, so we have many conversations between visits. Also, I could see in her that she would like to be in control. Up to this point, she had not had much control in her life.

After that first wonderful night, that I was able to get as close as I did to starting to worship her feet, our relationship started to become more Dominant/submissive. Of course, My Angel was the one in vontrol.

Before long, something like the next scene would happen, and thankfully I was able to experience it real time. Hopefully, I will soon meet someone who will allow the same to happen again, or something similar.

Relax and let me recall it for you ...

I came to serve her for the weekend, starting Friday night. As usual, I had instructions on what to do while she was closing the store. She had worked for ten hours in hose and heels. Yummy, yummy, yummy! Of course I was so excited, I could hardly wait.

I arrived just before 10 p.m., and set to get into place for her. You see, I was just to be in my place like any other convienance, tool or toy. For humiliation, I had to wear a black lace teddy, thigh high nylons, and black closed toe pumps. I was to be kneeling in her closet, with my ankles cuffed, my collar with a leash tied off to the pole above me, and then with my hands cuffed together behind my back. As you can imagine, it was not easy to stay in that position, but once there I had no choice. There I knelt between sets of clothes, and amidst her shoes, just like all of her other possessions.

This evening my timing must have been off. She arrived an additional twenty minutes later than usual. I was definitely ready to be unstrung from the pole. I could hear her enter the apartment, place her keys and purse on the counter, and then take her time before she entered the bedroom. I could not be sure though, because the closet doors were also shut, making me feel even more as just a convenience to be used by her, and only if she wished.

She opened the closet doors, and I made sure to have my head down, submissively as possible. She said nothing. After looking me over for a minute or so, she unleashed me from the pole, and I immediately bowed down as low as I could lower my head, just above her pretty shoes. Suddenly she commanded me to kiss her shoes, both of them like I loved it. I did so, but this was different. Up until then, I only had to worship her body, feet first. Now she has me worshipping her shoes, too?

Of course I was so turned on by her use of control over me, I didn't care that I didn't like shoes or not. I obeyed her, and respected her even more!

After my initial worship of her shoes, she decided that it was time for me to relax her, and please her. She uncuffed my hands from behind my back, and stepped backwards to the bed. As she did, I kissed her shoes as she stepped.

I was allowed to take her shoes off, one at a time, sniff them, and then gently place them aside. I worshipped her feet in her stockings. I was then allowed to take off her nylons, one at a time, leaving them on my shoulders like I'm nothing more than a shelf. As I did, I did so with my lips and teeth, only as instructed while I was on all fours. This would take some time, but I loved every minute of it. Pure joy! I was inhaling her scent the whole time. While taking one nylon off, she rested her other foot on my shoulder like a foot stool, which was a privilege for me, and I knew it.

As you might imagine, her feet were moist, wet, and warm from being in heels and nylons all day. I loved her sweet smell and taste. I would lick, kiss, and suck on every pore on her feet and ankles. No space between her toes was missed. I french kissed each toe. massaging her feet with my hands as she permitted. I sucked on her ankles. I sucked on her soles. I sucked on her heels. I sucked on her toes again, and again. There was no scent left when she decided to let me work my way up her legs with my tongue and lips, only I did nibble at the back of her knees.

By the time I was at her inner thighs, I could smell and taste her sweet scent from her pussy. It was soaking wet. You see, she had never really had good oral sex performed on her, and she grew to love it, for she always kept me in place until I was able to make her cum at least three times.

She was wet with anticipation. I loved being able to please her by eating her out. I felt like I was really doing her a service if I could please her with my tongue. Of course, I used my lips, teeth, chin, nose and whatever else helped her to an orgasm. I spent so much time enjoying the service of My Angel in this way that my whole face was soaked in her sweet juices. As I spent more time there, I learned that I could bring her to orgasm in a number of different places and ways. At her clit in three different ways, and inside her vagina in a number of different ways. Most importantly was rhythm, and a real
deisre to please.

I loved being able to please/serve My Angel. I loved seeing real pleasure in her eyes as she was pleased, or as she commanded me to do other chores. If I was lucky, she would spend time spanking me, just so I would know she cared enough to discipline me.