PART ONE: DAVID I was irritated when old Glenda quit her job to retire in the countryside with her husband. She had been my personal assistant for seven years, she knew my quirks and I knew hers. The old dear was a valuable secretary and I didn't relish the idea of change, not least at a time of upheaval at the law firm. At her leaving party, as I handed o...
Sometimes Rebecca just wore the boots to attract attention. She loved the way some men stared but tried to hide it, no matter how obvious it was. She sat at the bar slowly eating pretzels, one leg crossed over the other so her boot hung lazily to one side. These were the black, shiny ones. Black patent leather, nearly to the thigh, with laces all the way up...
The Power of Feet Chapter 1 Author's Note: I am listing this under fetish, but it has elements of mind control, if that is not your thing feel free to skip. I always welcome constructive criticism. Also, if you have ideas on where you would like the story to go, feel free to contact me. All persons are over 18 and events are fictional. It was a beautiful s...
The day had started and proceeded as any day usually did. I had taken a run first thing, put on my suit and worked for the day, and before I was going to head home to watch some sci-fi reruns, I thought I would hit up the mall for some window shopping and a smoothie. I ended up finding a quiet spot on a bench in front of a woman's shoe store. After I sat do...
When I came into the bedroom and saw her off white skirt with the butterflies I knew it was going to be a great day and I was going to get to see her in heels and hose. I was ready and tending to the kids when she came out and she looked great. She had on her brown pumps and sheer Hanes silk reflections. I immediately got the camera and snapped as many pictu...
I'm sitting in the black leather chair as usual. The leather cool against my thighs. I'm dressed in a very short black skirt, a skintight low necked black top, black fishnet stockings and the main event: my six inch black shiny stiletto heeled shoes. I cross my legs and swing my foot impatiently, acutely conscious of the light reflecting off my shoe as it ma...
It's always been the shoes. No matter if the woman was young or mature, shaved, bushy, blonde, brunette, pale or bronze; the shoes were always the required accessory for a thunderous ejaculation. My earliest memories of sexy shoes were from the glossy black and white porn mags I had enjoyed as a senior in high school; mature beauties posed a la Betty Page i...
Quietly we enter your room. I shut the door behind us and lock it. As you stand in front of me, I can't help but to admire your beauty. Tonight you have worn your blue ADIDAS running shoes without socks. As my eyes trace up your leg from your feet, I see you are also wearing white shorts and a tank top. You are a sight to see! I set my back at the foot of t...
February. Blizzard-like conditions. Snow piling up faster than I'd ever seen. And cold! Thank God for my office, just down a flight of stairs in my home. I'd canceled my appointments for the day, both those I was to attend and the ones with people coming here. The only person I couldn't reach was the woman from Theater Direct, but I suspected she'd been sto...
This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around...