Shopping

My 4th Story, exploring my shoe fetish.

I would like to thank the volunteer editor malcah_ms for correcting my structure and grammar,
and also for her friendly advice and warm nature.

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My body feels the crisp cool ocean air as it blows through the French doors, languid next to yours. My skin is surrounded by your soft silk sheets. You smile as your warm naked body greets me with your soft eyes, which are adjusting to the glare rippling from the ocean, flooding the room with light. Naked, half covered in a sheet, my head lays on your chest, listening to you breathe, feeling your chest slowly rise and fall.

Your holiday villa is more like a small mansion, and as I feel the suntan from the day before, it was a good idea to get away for two weeks from the hustle bustle of the city, and come to your Caribbean getaway. Today is Saturday, and after arriving on Thursday evening, my time has been spent enjoying your private beach and your other private areas.

The bedroom is decorated in soft feminine almost girly colors, large bed side tables are next to the large bed, two half empty glasses of red wine, are the remainder from the night before, my ass is numb as well, as I try to think back of all yesterdays events. Your room also has a large dressing table, and a massive closet, full of luxury dresses and hats and shoes, who would have thought after finding your husband cheating, you would be awarded so much in the divorce. I wonder how he would feel with me lying in his bed, anyway I can’t worry about that, she has chosen me, and I know we both please each other immensely, I can’t believe he cheated on you, what a fool!!

I am impressed with the changes that you made to the house, since the divorce, the double garage has now been emptied of his toys, why a man needs two porches anyway and well is now full of your toys. I am sure I will see more of that room, in the remaining two weeks. I wonder what other surprises are in for me. I am impressed with the whole property you have here, it’s secluded, private and with grounds that are lush in foliage and trees.

The morning is so tranquil, enveloping me in warmth and peace. You have snuck out of bed, and my eyes follow your beautiful body, naked like the day you were brought into the world, walk across the room in front of me, towards the bathroom. I feel guilty about enjoying all these luxuries, and I cherish it more than the glamorous surroundings.

I don’t enter the bathroom, I am scared to interrupt you, and I wait lying on the bed thinking about what the day will hold. I drift off again, but I am woken with your hands running down my chest. I look up and see that you are dressed and ready for the day. Your hair is tied back and you have put on soft light red lipstick and a seductive perfume. It lifts me out of the bed towards you. Your shirt is a simple white cotton blouse but it’s made more glamorous by the fact it’s a halter-top. You’ve matched your shirt with a long white French skirt that ends just below your knees. You know how I love shoes, and you haven’t disappointed me at all. They are gold wrapping around your ankle, and then a strap down the middle of the foot, opened toed, and showing off the manicured toes. You turn to me and say,

“Now pet, please go and shower, so I can take you out for the day.”

My heart almost skips a beat as I realize you are taking me somewhere. This island is new to me, so it will be filled with new sights and experiences, all of which I am dying to taste and discover. I enter the bathroom; sultry and themed with Moroccan motifs. It has a large, deep bathtub, which could easily fit three people, and a rain shower, with different sprays at different heights so the whole body is refreshed. A large counter top contains two sinks, with a selection of perfume bottles and other girly goods, obviously your end. I hop into the shower, rush through it, as I don’t want to keep you waiting, and dry myself. I look at my body in the ornate mirror -- my ass is a pale red. It looks worse than it actually feels. I have a towel wrapped round my waist and as I glance some more, I notice that I have a 5 o’clock shadow. I decide to shave, so I don’t look scruffy.

The room is still misty as I apply the shaving foam. I am just about to take my first stroke with my razor when your hands wrap round my waist, your fingernails digging gently into my skin. You reach up to take a small nibble from my ear. The towel is dropped to the floor as you look at me from top to bottom in the mirror.

“Mmmmm pet, how much do you trust me?”

“With my life Mistress,” I say without hesitation. Your hand lowers down and you wrap your hand round mine, which is grasping my razor. Your hand and mine synchronize as the razor glides down through the foam, like a plough through the soft winter snow. With most of my face all-smooth, I release my hand as you have gotten used to how the motion is. With only the moustache of shaving foam left, you take another soft slow stroke, but I jump back, as you misjudge the power, and a small trickle of blood pours out of the small razor cut. I am freshly shaven and patted dry, but the blood is trickling down my face. You don’t notice the cut at first as you reach for a soft wet towel to clean the excess foam off.

As you turn round, you see the small drops of blood on my face. Your brows furrow, and nose crinkles as you grab me and spin me to face you. You move in and kiss the blood sucking it off my face. As your kissing me, you pause to linger on my lips. I can taste the drops of blood on your tongue as it explores my mouth. I grab hold of it between my teeth, and my arms pull you towards my naked body. You let yourself go for a minute and enjoy the passion. I let go of your tongue as your hands have snuck down and grabbed my balls.

“Mmmmm Pet, you’re nice and hard, excellent for what I have in store next.”

You leave the bathroom, and come back, your stiletto heels clicking on the tiles of the bathroom floor. I am still naked, but all clean and ready for the day. In one hand, you have a small leather box, and in the other you have an aftershave bottle. You spray it over my face and on my chest. I squirm as the aftershave hits the fresh cut. You let out a soft moan as you inhale the scent.

You tell me to face the window. I was hoping to just look at what was going to happen in the mirror, but instead I look out at the soft swells of the ocean breaking on the shore of your beach. I feel you attach a chain round my hips. It’s cold but soft. Then your hand reaches round and a ring is placed round my cock, with another chain round my balls and back clipped on the ring. The cock ring and ball chocker is then attached to the chain round my waist, so that if you pull on it, my balls and cock are yanked hard.

“Now pet, just like the misbehaving pet puppy, this is a way for me to keep you under control today if you misbehave, or I see fit to use it at my pleasure. There is a small chocker wrapped round your balls. This is connected to the chain wrapped around your waist and all I need to do is pull on this, and you will feel me control your cock and balls.”

“I understand Mistress.”

“Now get changed, so we can have a leisurely day.”

I put on a pale blue cotton shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. I finish the ensemble with a pair of beach slippers. I find the feel of the silver chains a bit uncomfortable, but the thrill of wearing something just for Mistress excites me deeply. What adds to my excitement is the fact that nobody is aware I am wearing it. The shorts sit just below my hips, so the chain is viewable and easy for you to grab, if you require it.

Unfortunately, for your husband, you also got custody of one of his Porsches. It’s a light metallic blue, and of course a convertible. You toot the horn as I lock up behind me, rushing down the stairs, to greet you. I hop in as my legs slide in on the cool white leather. In addition to your sexy white outfit you’ve put on a dark set of sunglasses making it impossible for me read your eyes. As I fasten my seatbelt, you grab my cock.

“Oops that’s not the gear stick,” you say with a sly grin.

You laugh wickedly; as your stiletto hits the accelerator and we head down the long drive way. I take in all the sights and smells of all the flowers, plants and exotic trees that make part of the lush grounds. As if by magic, the tall black gates at the bottom of the drive slide open.

As you power towards the city I take out my camera and take some snap shots of the stunning scenery. I take a picture of you; you give me a dry smile, as you focus on the road. It’s only about a 20-minute journey into the town. It’s my first site of the island, apart from the airport and your luxury villa. I am surprised that it’s not as low-key as I imagined it would be. It’s not the small quiet market town I predicted, but instead an upbeat and bustling hub of shops and bistros.

The Architecture is early French, and most of the shops have small decks and are given shade from the hot sun by large overhanging canvas blinds. It takes as long as it did to drive to town just to make it up this narrow street. I am trying to take it all in, but failing miserably. There are so many colors, sounds and smells. Myriads of beautiful people skin on show, bubbly and joyous.

I drift back to the present and think on how lucky I am to be here with you. I am glad we met. I feel like I am getting closer to you and maybe even more cherished. I think I am more open and I let you in deep, deeper than your ex.

We finally get to the end of the street; we turn into a parking lot, and as you flick the switch to put the hood up you command me.

“Take of your shirt.”

I wonder what is going to happen next, as she reaches in her small fashionable purse.

“Pet, I think that there are too many distractions here for you. I think these measurements will keep your focus and attention firmly with your Mistress.”

Another chain is pulled out, followed by another small chain, two clamps, and another heavier silver chain. The large chain is placed round my neck, a symbol of a collar. It has a small chain leading down my chest and attaches to the small clamps that you wrap round my nipples. The last chain goes from the back of my collar, fits down, and grasps the hip chain.

“Pet, the nipple ones will not hurt unless I pull, and all I need to do is slide my hand down your back, up inside of your shirt, give it a tug and your whole body will tense up in a quick flash of pain, as I enter you, and grasp control of all of my pet.”

As you fasten my shirt, your fingernails run down my chest, and grab it.

“Now, let us go for brunch, then shopping and before we return home we’ll enjoy a nice game to end the evening.”

I exit the Porsche and scurry round and open the door for you, like a movie star exiting a stretched limo at a glitzy movie premiere. Your bronze leg exits as your gold stiletto stretches out to find the ground. I close the door behind you, and follow you out of the car lot. Before we enter the main street, you push me against the wall, and slide your hand down my shirt, and grab my cock. Your touch arouses me, and the choker almost takes immediate effect.

“Now Pet, do everything I say and do this afternoon, and you will have an evening you will never forget!”

Before I can stumble out, “Yes, Mistress,” your lips meet mine, and your tongue delves into my mouth. It feels so good, and your hunger grows more by each kiss, your hands releasing my cock. You put your hand around my waist, as we walk down the road together. I feel so close to you, but I know your hand is there for a reason -- it can easily slide into my shirt, and pull on the chains at any moment.

I walk slowly to accommodate your slower strides -- each click of the heel like a melody in my heart.

We walk along the busy street. The smells in the air so fragrant and fresh, the atmosphere so subdued but electric. I try hard not to let my eyes wander and concentrate on you.

“Are you hungry pet?” You ask as you give out an evil ripple of a laugh.

“Always my Mistress,” I reply.

As she leads me into a street side Bistro, we decline from sitting outside (as you know my attention may be pushed by looking out at all that is going on). Instead, you opt for a table in the middle of the room. It’s a Mexican restaurant and the room is full of pale reds and mellow yellows; beautiful black and white pictures are hung on the wall of native Mexico. A young handsome waiter leads us to our table. It’s quite cozy; we are against the wall, a lush table, with a red tablecloth, and beautiful cutlery and accessories. We are face to face. The waiter brings us a menu and a wine list. As he departs, I catch you looking at his tight ass. I give a quiet cough to let you know I seen you.

‘Yessss, do you have a problem?” You reply, your eyebrow raising on one side.

“No not at all Mistress,” I fib as my jealousy creeps to the forefront of my feelings.

“You are to order for the both of us. You will order what I tell you, and you will refer to me as your Mistress. Understood my jealous slut?”

“Yes Mistress.”

As the waiter approaches, Mistress leans down and scratches her leg, well at least I thought she was scratching it, in fact she had taken her shoe off. As the waiter offered to take our order, her long smooth leg crept up my leg. The soft touch had immediate effect and as my cock grew hard and firm. I could feel the cock ring grip as my cock was filled with a mass of rushing blood.

“My Mistress would like the chef’s special, while I wi-, wi-, will have the chicken fajitas,” Her toes push hard and squeeze my balls. I stumble on my words as I turn a shade of deep red in embarrassment.

As I look up, the waiter is looking anywhere but at our table. He is aware of what is taking place.

“My Mistress would also like a bottle of the house red wine, please,” I desperately get out.

Her toes softly stroke the end of my hard cock. I think everyone in the restaurant heard me. I am so red but secretly loving it.

As the waiter takes the menus, he scurries off to the safety of the kitchen.

“Now pet, I hope that has showed you where my real interest lies, so drop the jealously bullshit and just relax.”

As her leg just falls down the side of mine, I look towards her.

“Yes Mistress, I am sorry, you just mean so much to me…” I trail off.

She takes off her sunglasses and dips her finger in the salsa sauce, and licks her finger, twirling her tongue around it before slowly inserting her finger all the way into her mouth.

The waiter serves us our food and then returns with the bottle of wine.

“I am sorry about before, my little slut boy, is very jealous and I am sorry if he caused you embarrassment.”

He nods and scurries off back to the kitchen. I am sitting having dinner with a powerful woman, no wait a dominant Goddess, and even better she has chosen me. The day is going great so far. I can’t wait for what else will come my way.

As I stand up and pull her chair out, I pay the bill. It’s the least I could do. She slides her finger down my back and pulls tightly.

As I let out a soft groan you say, “Excellent, I do like My cock to be hard at all times. Now pet, I have to get some things before we return home, the better you help me, the quicker we get home.”

“Understood, Mistress.”

We are only about 100 yards down from the restaurant when you lead me into a store. It’s not like the stores in the city, this one is like an Aladdin’s cave, as I find out it’s like me being in a candy store when I was five.

“This is my favorite store in the whole wide world pet.”

As we walk through the door, the smell hits me -- fresh leather. I can’t believe my luck, as it’s a shoe boutique. It’s a long narrow shop with nothing but walls and walls of shoes and boots. The smell is driving me crazy, and we both let out a soft groan of pleasure at the same time. The noise and the hustle from the outside street is silenced as the door slowly slides closed behind us.

It’s like being in Imelda Marcos’ closet: the colors, shapes and variety are unreal. As my eyes are making their way up and down the wall, a figure approaches us. A very pretty tanned tall shop clerk saunters towards us from the back of the store.

As you let go of my waist you walk towards her, and kiss each other, hug, it’s so like out of “Sex and the City” I snigger to myself. You obviously know her, and well. It seems it’s like it’s been a while. As you both catch up with the small talk, I am looking at all the shoes and boots, getting harder, my cock stiffening, hungry to serve you.

You introduce me to “Karen” the clerk as your friend. As Karen goes into the back to get shoes that you had ordered months ago, you slide your hand back round my waist. You tug the chain hard, my cock and nipples are almost ripped from the skin.

“Now pet, you know that shoes are my fetish, as they are yours, so as a treat I want you to pick out a pair of shoes and boots for me. I am almost wet just by this shop, now think carefully and you may get rewarded, if I like them…”

As she walks off to catch up with Karen, I walk up and down the racks, knowing if I could I would chose them all, but having to think carefully, I feel that the right pair will jump out at me.

As I make my way by all the shoes, the smell of the leather overcoming my senses, I look up to see that you are still deep in chat. I pick a pair of Italian knee high leather boots from the top shelf. Sadly there is no thigh high’s in sight. I don’t imagine that they are much called for in the Caribbean. These have a thin sole that is hand-stitched with the perfect shape of a heel. Thin and definitely not chunky it swoops and sways the 5 inches up, as it gets firmer and stiffer by the top. The shape of the boot is meant to hug the calf to the maximum. A small thin zipper is located on the inside, while two straps, are at the top of the boot, so the boot can be firmly fastened. The boot is so fetish-like I am sure the designer must be into BDSM. As I carry it around with me, I hold it so softly, so aroused, I worry about if my erect cock can be seen protruding against my shorts.

As I look for the perfect pair of stilettos I can’t make up my mind between a 5” red pair with open toes and that just ooze dominance and sex, or a pair that are on a model’s leg. A 4” inch heel and a small leather hole for the big toe to go through then two long strands of the finest leather, that wrap round the leg several times before being tight tied to the leg. As I pick up the red ones, I make my way up to the counter.

As two beautiful smiles look round to me, I hand over my choices, almost embarrassed but deep down loving this. A selection of boxes is on the counter, and as Karen goes to get the boot and shoe from the back, you also ask for a pair of the ones on the model. God my Mistress has the best taste.

“Now Pet, Karen doesn’t know of my lifestyle, but I think it's time we play a little with her, you are to do as you're told,” she commands me sternly.

“Yes, Mistress,” just as I agree Karen comes back with her huge smile, and her silicon breasts walking in her 6” inch heels.

“Three excellent choices,” as Karen obviously knows the ridiculous prices of her shoes, and is no doubt glad to see Mistress and her wallet again.

As Karen lays down the three boxes, she gets down on her knees to slip them on your feet.

“It’s okay Karen, he shall do this.”

A look from the corner of your eye is enough to make me kneel down in front of you, and as I look up at you, I know how much you are getting off on this, me kneeling in front of you in public. You must be so wet.

As I slip the red opened toed stilettos on you, you let out a soft moan as my touch slowly pushes your leg, so as your foot slips into the shoe. As you stand up and walk up and down the shop, you gleam a bright smile and I know I have done well.