"The Top"
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Shauna smiled as she looked down to attend to her slave - or stocking slut as she enjoyed profession him - disconnect her boots. He took the ultimate care not to injure her precious feet. He distant both boots and appoint them aside, status them next to the secure chair she lounged in. She wiggled her toes in anticipation of his army. He took both of her feet in his hands by their heels and, next exactly his education, he pushed his nose into them, sniffing them long and thoroughly, all along the underside of her toes. He inhaled their scent deeply as he had hundreds of period before. The imprisonment in the tight boots had made her stockings hot and moist with perspiration, and the detect of nylon and leather mingled with her own adorable scent. It was weighty that her slut adored her feet whether they'd been solely bathed by him or if discard just run a long-winded in old, foul sneakers. It went to the very essence of his worship of her, which should be unrestricted if it was to have any genuine meaning. So, to substantiate his worship of her, her slut was to smell her feet every period she (or he) impassive her shoes...you've enjoyed their perfume long enough for now. You may take off my stockings and commence my oral servicing."
Without a second's hesitation, he reached up under her midcalf-length skirt and slipped off her knee-highs and put them on the ground next to the boots, folding them by the book as his working out dictated. His adoring lips the minute began kissing it.... He even open out her toes so he could kiss between them...kissing her feet to show his complete worship of her, and it was required that his lips not miss any part of her feet. She leaned back in her luxurious chair and reminisced distantly of that stumble upon as her slave's lips attended to her cooling feet. She remembered back to when she met him many months since in a team hall....
She'd been permanent there with her ally from work, discussion about all sorts of belongings, when she noticed a guy sitting on a stool staring at her. He appeared to be looking at her breasts, so she looked him speedily in the judgment and told him point blank to bring to a standstill. He chuckled calmly and tossed her an insincere apology.
Shortly thereafter she again noticed him staring. This period he was across the extent, standing near one of the collection tables. He appeared to be eyeing her legs. She put down the soda she was drinking, excused herself to her isolated, and walked over to the operate, her high heels clacking on the timber floor." she'd said to him, not smiling in the least.
"Yeah," he grinned, "I see a luck I like."
"Well, that's too terrible, cause none of it's yours to have, is it? I would escalate if you'd find something else to stare at, if you don't mind too much." she thought sarcastically.
"Um..well..it wasn't your legs, unerringly," he believed, slurping from a pot of beer.
"What? "What wasn't my legs."
"It wasn't your legs I was staring at, not that they're not gorgeous, of way."
She looked down at her legs, bemused....well....I was merely noticing how nice-looking your feet are," he confessed, looking down at them again.
Again Shauna looked down. Her toes were painted a matching red. In those shoes her feet were beautifully bare.
When she looked back up at him, she noticed his clear admiration for her feet. He was smiling and his eyes were compelling in every inch of them, emotive from toes to in keeping to ankles and back again to the toes. She tried to keep in check a laugh, but could only manage to partially restrain it. And the gears were already rotating in her rule.
"So, apparently you have a foot fetish, besides being crass and rude," she declared frankly, then added slyly, "Well, at least you have good taste in feet."
"Well now," he stammered, "I wouldn't say I have a bottom fetish. "Let's just say I admire beauty where I see it."
"And you see beauty in my feet?"
"Well...yeah."
"No, not really. I don't reflect so at all."
Now Shauna felt the need to prove her point. She needed to substantiate to herself and to him that he did indeed have a base fetish. And a plan came into her awareness.
"Well, Mr....."
"Sam.....call me Sam."
"Okay, Sam. It seems to me that a male who thinks my feet are good-looking can't be all bad, in spite of his efforts to prove that he is. So, what do you roughly we get a taste together somewhere? Maybe if you like my feet so much you could give them a fussy massage for me."
When she held that she knew by the spangle in his eyes that he beyond doubt had a foot fetish. And a man who had a inclination for anything could be under control, even controlled, if she played her cards exact. And she premeditated to do very soon that.
She made apologies once again to her acquaintance, who had decided to go family anyway. And then she and Sam not here to find a more private place. They took separate cars - Shauna didn't aspire any problems if this didn't curve out right - and went to a close by bar, a warm little place mostly frequented by trade. After Sam had gotten them both drinks, they sat and talked. They hadn't been conversation more than five report when Shauna plopped her feet in Sam's leg. She smiled as she remembered the startled appearance on his countenance. The wide eyes, the dropped babble as he looked down to his now to the top lap.....so precious....
Shauna was brought for a short time back to the present by movement at her feet. Slut was switching his interest to her other base, having completely worshipped the first. He assiduously lowered the end he'd completed adoring, laying it gently on his thigh, not wishing it to get mucky in any road, even though he knew the carpets were pure. He picked up the other base and without hesitation began to kiss it. Shauna sat back again and her memories of that first nighttime returned. She smiled as her way of thinking revisited that small bar and the dark corner booth.....
Sam looked at Shauna's feet with a mixture of startle... He stared at those wiggling beauties, difficult not to be too palpable, still wanting to screen his fetish. But his wishes were all too noticeable to Shauna. She knew he sought her feet. She didn't doubt it in the slightest.
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