Author: Julie

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 A few weeks have gone by since our first steamy night together. I would’ve never thought that the sweet, shy, salesboy would end up being my Dom. No one would ever imagine that he could be capable of these things. I never know what to expect. Every night with him is more exciting than the last. He always brings me a new pair of sexy stilettos and something else, always some kind of kinky sex toy that I’ve usually never seen or heard of. But he always knows exactly what to do with them. He turns me on like I never imagined possible. I’ve never felt that kind of pleasure before. The way his hands caress every inch of my body with such dominant authority makes me feel so safe. I miss him and crave him when we aren’t together. I wonder if he has other subs that he meets at work. After all , we don’t really communicate much during the week except for planning our next get together. He’s so mysterious and that only adds to the intrigue and excitement. But sometimes I have to stop myself from longing for more.

My heart is racing as I’m waiting…

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The Tie

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 His eyes turned gray and glazed over as he watched his fingers slide between my toes as if in a trance. I close my eyes, lay back, and enjoy his strong hands having their way with my feet. My fantasy starts to wander when all of a sudden he stops. I open my eyes and snap back into reality. The look on his face is intense. I see his huge, rock hard cock through his black slacks. I look up at him with a flirty grin, but his look is very serious. Is he upset? I wonder. My heart starts pounding as he grazes up my inner thigh with his hand. He stops about three quarters of the way up. Our eyes are locked as I wait with anticipation for his next move. He starts to remove his tie but the look in his eyes is dark. I’m beginning to get scared. Where is the sweet, shy, salesboy from the shoe store?  I can’t believe I invited this stranger into my home. He takes my hand and guides me up off the sofa, picks me up , and sets me on the dining room table. He ties my hands together

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 Soaking in a warm bubble while sipping on a glass of wine, my imagination starts to wander and so does my hand. Before I know it, I’m deep into fantasy about the sweet salesboy that’s going to hand deliver my brand new red satin stilettos. Oh, yeah! I quickly remember that he’s going to be here soon and I have a lot to do! I hop out, dry off, sit on the side of the tub, and proceed to squirt warm oil all over my feet, I thoroughly rub it into my soft, pink soles. My red toenails are the perfect shade to match my new shoes. I slip on a simple, slinky, little black dress and tiny red gstring. After hair, makeup, and a dab of my seductive natural perfume, I’m ready!

I put out some cheese, fruit, bread, and a couple of glasses. The bottle of wine is breathing. And I’m waiting in anticipation. Soon I hear a knock at the door. It’s him! My heart begins to race with excitement. I run to the door and open it. His eyes grow big, as if surprised to see me. He has to remember me, the shoes, my size….

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I haven’t been able to stop thinking about my encounter with the salesboy at the shoe store. The way he caressed my feet with that look in his eyes. I can’t help but get so wet when I think about it. I wonder if he gets that turned on by a lot of women’s feet. He probably doesn’t even remember me.

Butterflies flutter through my stomach as I call the shoe store. I’m really hoping he’s working today and he answers. My heart stops as I hear a female voice on the other end of the line. ”Uh, hello, I was in your store last week and I’m wondering if you’ve gotten a shipment in because you didn’t have the shoes I wanted in my size.” “Please hold” she says. Disappointed, I wonder if I should just hang up and go in. But just as I’m about to.. ”Hello, Ma’am?” says a sweet young man’s voice. My heart sinks, I know it’s him! “Uh, YES!?” After a brief pause, his voice changes.  I think he knows it’s me! Now I’m really nervous! “How can I help you?” he asks in a much more serious tone. Trying to act calm and

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As I sit in embarrassment with the whole store watching, I look up to see the sweet salesboy holding out a hand for me to grab so that he could help me up off the floor. I reach up and grab his hand. He’s nervous. His hand is trembling and sweaty but he holds on tight, as if he really cares and wants to get me safely onto the bench. I look up, he’s blushing and sweating but our eyes lock. He helps me onto the bench but we can’t take our eyes off each other. “Are yyou ok, ma’am?” he stutters with a quivering voice. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you, just a bit embarrassed” I smile up at him and can’t help but blush myself as I feel a surge of energy and palpitations between my legs.

He kneels down between my legs and grabs the red satin stiletto and shows it to me as if to showcase model it in his hands for approval. My heart skips a beat, it’s so gorgeous! I start to fantasize about what I can wear with them and where I can go in them. I want them! I need them! And I

 

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Shoe Fetish

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My shoe fetish started as a young girl. One of my first memories was trying to steal my friend’s shoes because they were the first heels I had ever seen for little girls. They were white wedge sandals. I was so sad when I had to give them back.

Ever since then I just can’t pass up a cute pair of heels! I think it may be an addiction! Just yesterday I found myself headed towards the mall as if I didn’t have power over my own body. I knew I didn’t NEED any more shoes but the thought made me so wet.

By the time I got there I had to take my drenched panties off and leave them in the car. The excitement was building as I was walking to entrance. The cool breeze was swirling under my sundress giving my wet pussy goosebumps and making it single even more. I finally make my way to my favorite shoe store. The are heels in every color, style, and size on glass shelves floor to ceiling. I feel my clit starting to tingle and I wonder if everyone can tell. I blush as I look around, feeling naked, looking guilty.

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