A Shoe With a View
Written from a woman's perspective, a man and woman go
shoe shopping. (Mdom/F, exh)
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Until I met him, I was just ordinary. Not anyone that
would stand out at the local grocery. Just another one
of the women you see each day doing the things women
do; shopping, running errands, rushing from one
function to the next responsibility. I had private
thoughts, secret fantasies, desires, but I had no one
to share them with.
Which doesnt explain what I was doing walking into
this expensive store in an outfit that would get me
kicked out of the PTA. It hadnt started out like this.
It was all pretty ordinary in the beginning. I was
attracted to his smile, his intelligence, the fact that
he made me laugh. Then gradually, we started sharing
those private things we had almost forgotten. We
enjoyed each others fantasies. Sentences that began, "I
think Id like to try..." made us perk up in
anticipation, and we usually found that we wanted to
try the same things.
Desires that had been suppressed were shyly brought
forth, encouraged, and elaborated on. Instead of the
things that originally attracted me, my desire for him
came to be based on the fact that no one else had ever
accepted me the way he did. As I admitted my feelings
of submission, he admitted his desire to dominate.
Every kink was one that, if not always matched, was
something that we would be willing to try with one
another.
Which is how I ended up in Mansours in a cream silk
blouse, a short black skirt, heels, lacy stockings, and
a pink lace bra. Over the years we had become more
public, more daring, had pushed the edges of taste and
good sense until we were in this store, walking towards
the shoe department. I feel his hand in the small of my
back, insistently pushing me towards the inevitable,
steering me with his hand to his goal. We walk briskly,
at least as briskly as a man and woman can walk when
she is wearing 4-inch spike heels, and I can hear his
rapid breath behind and above me, rapid not from
overexertion but excitement and anticipation.
He calls me His Pet and he likes showing me off. And
I like pleasing him. His cunt is already wet while my
mind races, wondering if Im actually about to do this,
will he think badly of me for doing what he wants, am I
going to get arrested, shamed, told to leave, have my
Mansours card shredded, told to never return again?
We turn past Womens Wear and there it is, the shoe
department. I stop. He leans down and quietly whispers
in my ear "Its ok. We dont have to unless you want
to." And he smiles his beautiful smile. And I smile
back because I know with him there, even losing my
Mansours card cant be that bad. Anything short of
being arrested would be something to share and laugh
about later.
I resume walking. Weve talked about this so many
times. Its been a recurrent fantasy. I already know
what he wants. I walk to the chairs and quietly take a
seat. I dont say anything. He takes his place behind
my chair, puts his hand on my right shoulder, and we
wait for the clerk to approach us.
Its a young man in his twenties, dressed like shoe
salesmen in fine department stores dress. He greets me
and is startled when my Master is the one who answers
him. I smile at him as my Master instructs him on what
we want, "I want to see what you have in a size 7,
heels at least 4 inches," I almost laugh when the young
man gulps and says, "Yes Sir," and rushes off to gather
what is required.
As we wait, my Master moves his hand from my shoulder
and traces his fingers along my jaw. I shiver at the
feel of him, thinking of what those fingers will be
doing in a few moments.
The clerk returns with a stack of five shoeboxes,
kneels at my feet and opens the first one. He looks up
at my Master and says "I think these may be what youre
looking for and he takes out a beautiful pair of
shoes. They are gold sandals with bangle ankle cuffs
that zip up the back. My Master says "Yes, I think
thats exactly the sort of thing were looking for."
The clerk reaches for my right foot and I lift it into
his hand. My skirt is so short that when I sat down it
came up on my thighs. As I move my foot, it pulls even
higher and just a hint of the lace at the top of my
right stocking can now be seen. My Masters hand has
returned to my shoulder and I feel it give the first
gentle squeeze and I open my thighs slightly.
The clerk places a shoe on each foot, demonstrates the
intricate fastenings, and asks if Id like to stand and
see how they feel. I look up at my Master and he nods
his approval. I stand and walk to the mirror, look at
the shoes from different angles, and walk back and take
my seat.
My Master tells the clerk well see the next pair. The
gold shoes are removed and another pair is brought out.
I should be paying attention to the shoes but all I can
think of is my Masters hand on my shoulder and what
that means. I wait for his signal. I wait for the
clerks reaction. I cant focus on the shoes.
Thankfully, Im not required to speak. Im not supposed
to speak. That is not part of the fantasy.
Again, I feel a gentle squeeze and I open my thighs a
bit wider. The clerk seems to be getting deeply
involved in our fantasy. I have become my Masters doll
and hes letting the clerk play with me. They speak
above me, around me, about me. How they will dress me,
what they think will suit me, what they want to see me
wear. And through it all, the gentle squeezes continue.
And each time they come, I spread my thighs farther.
By the time were trying on the fourth shoe, the clerk
has begun to realize theres a lot more of me visible
than there was at the beginning. I try to appear
nonchalant but I doubt I pull it off. If he is going to
get angry, this is the time. I see him look pointedly
at my Masters hand on my shoulder as I feel a strong
squeeze, and I open my thighs even wider. The clerks
eyes widen and he smiles and reaches for the fifth pair
of shoes. We will all continue.
The lace tops of my stockings are now completely
exposed and my Master squeezes one final time and I
respond. His cunt can now be seen. I brace myself for
the possibility of losing my Mansours card but the
clerk just grins as my Master says well take the first
and fourth pairs. The clerk says hell take care of
everything. Just stay and be comfortable.
The clerk returns with the shoes in a bag, the
receipts, and thanks us for our business. We smile and
I rise and we walk hurriedly out of the store.
I thought we walked quickly when we went in, but it was
nothing compared to our pace as we left. My Masters
hand is almost shoving me as he propels me through the
store, taking the quickest route to our car.
We cross the parking lot, he opens my car door, goes
around, enters, and starts opening his pants as he
reaches for the back of my neck. He pulls my head down
as he pulls out his cock, my mouth opening
automatically as my head lowers. He pushes his cock in
my mouth and thrusts deep, hard, fast, saying, "I cant
wait. I just cant wait," until he cums in my mouth.
As we sit there, out of breath, his cock in my mouth,
it occurs to me that we are in a crowded parking lot
and we could have been seen by anyone who had walked
by. "Please tell me theres not anyone watching?" I
ask.
My Master laughs and lets go of my neck. I peek up to
make sure we are safe as he puts his cock away and I
settle back in my seat. "Turn this way," he says. "I
want to play with my cunt on the way home."
When we get home I unpack my new shoes. I want to see
which ones my Master had selected. I wasnt paying
attention at the time. Inside the box with the gold
sandals I find the clerks card with, Thank you for
being one of my favorite customers and his home
number. I wonder if my Master will call him?
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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