A college PhD Professor becomes the foot slave to a beautiful Administrative Assistant. * I was pleased with the response that I received from individuals who read Part I of my true account of how I became a foot/shoe/boot slave to the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught. Her name is Debbie and she still works for the same...
This is a true account of how I became the foot/shoe/boot slave to a very attractive young lady. The lady in question was the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught. I am a 62 year old, retired college professor. I have a PhD in Communications and had taught at the university level until my retirement, a few years ago. For as lo...
Rob and I had been married for twenty-three years. Rob was an insurance salesman, frequently on the road for days, sometimes at a company office two hours away, and otherwise working from home. He had an office in the house, with its own phone, computer, and furniture. Rob often had checks from clients, as well as confidential papers, which he kept in a lock...
As Her laughter fades down the hallway, Her dog Titan barks twice. A quick ruff ruff. i think he is confused by his freedom, as i lay locked in his crate. i can hear him walking around, but am unable see him. i am blindfolded with my hands cuffed behind my back. The only clothes i have on are a pair of soft pink panties. My tiny little dick is locked in chas...
After our first two encounters it was another 3 weeks until we got our third. Helen had started wearing really sexy clothes when ever I was around which made me want her even more. I was coming home from work and my girlfriend text me to say she wouldn't be home from work till 11 and to not bother coming to her house and that she would see me tomorrow. When...
She came into my office again today. This time she wore a mini-dress, ankle bracelet and high-heeled black patent sandals. Through the dark stockings it was evident her toenails were painted pink. I escorted her away from my desk towards the couch and coffee table corner, the less formal "just folks" area of my spacious suite. While my voice offered the usua...
I arrived early for my first day in The Fetish Shoe Shop. I was slightly nervous but also excited. Mrs. Wyles was already there sitting at her desk doing some paperwork. She looked very attractive with her hair freshly done and her face very well made up. She got up to greet me and I saw she had the red sandals on that I showed her yesterday in my mock inter...
My cock throbbed against the sole of her foot, held tightly to the skin by the elastic of her stirrup pants. The cum I'd just spent oozed between her toes, dripping on her pussy, splayed and sodden from the fucking she'd just had, and as I knelt down to lick the droplets off her pubes before cleaning her foot I pondered just how I'd gotten here. Just eight h...
Many thanks to the readers who have generously shared their encouragement and feedback. Readers who aren't familiar with my previous stories might enjoy Nothing More Gratifying or The Week That Changed Everything as background about our Loving Female Led Marriage, but this story stands on its own. ***** I didn't intend to steal his prize money, but in the...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter shows Tiffany his extensive women's shoe collection. "I'm sorry I mentioned my stripper clothes," she said with sadness. "Maybe some other time. I'll bring out all of my bras and panties for you to see them, touch them, and sniff them another time," she said with a laugh. "Okay?" No doubt she was kidding...