“Mistress Loves Shoes”
I was so excited. Mistress was finally going to meet me. I had arranged for a lunch meeting, and was sitting nervously at work, when the text came in…
“Change of plans. Meet me at the shoe store in half an hour”
“Oh shit” I said out loud… it was only 9:30, and I had to get moving… “Wait, what shoe store”… a quick internet search left me hopeless, so I guessed at one near her, and ran to my car. 15 minutes into my drive to the store…
“Don’t be a fuckhead.. if you need further instructions ask for them here is the address….” As I set my navigation it said I would be there just in time.. “holy shit, I hope there is no traffic”… When I got to the shoe store, I looked around a fairly empty parking lot 2 or 3 cars, it must have just been opening. I walked in, and that’s when I first set eyes on mistress.
She was gorgeous, and standing near the back looking at absolutely wicked high heeled boots. There were only two people at the registers, and a couple of other shoppers in the far back of the store. The store was huge; this place is like the Wal-Mart of shoes I thought.. I double timed it back to Mistress so that I wasn’t late….
“Hello slave” she simply said. I was dumbstruck, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think. I fell to my knees right there in the aisle. Hidden by the rows of shoes, I gently place a kiss on her stocking feet (she must have been trying on shoes). Finally, I mustered the words… “Thank you so much for even meeting my Mistress, I couldn’t possibly be worthy of such an honor”.
“Stand up, and tell me what you think slave” she said as she picked up a stiletto healed boot. They were lovely black leather, coming just about the knee, with a sharply pointed toe. I thought about how it would feel if Mistress were ever to bury that toe in between my legs. “They are exquisite Mistress” was all I could say. She handed them too me, and started heading into the back sections of the store, as she sat down on the bench she instructed me to put them on her.
I grabbed the soft supple leather and started to guide her beautiful, sexy feet into the boot. As I pulled them up her calf I got more and more excited as my hands inched further up her calf and thigh. Finally I ended just a few inches above her knee. She had hiked her flowing sundress up ever so slightly so that I could see a bit of her creamy thighs and wonder just what an honor it would be to kiss them, and trace my way up to what I could only dream of. I looked up to see the slightest smirk on her face as if she had known exactly what I was thinking. Knowing her I am sure she did. As I put my hand on the zipper by her ankle, she told me to stop.. “No hands slave, be creative”.
Here I was in the middle of a public store, there was no one around, but still, what if someone saw, how could this be explained. I leaned forward and grabbed the zipper in my teeth, and struggled to slowly inch the zipper up her leg. My god what if one of the employees walked by? What if someone saw? When I finally reached the top, I was so thankful to be done without being seen, but then I realized where my head was... I didn’t want to be done; I wanted my head to rest there in between her knees, and to dream of what could be.
“enough lingering slave… next boot..Now!”. I quickly turned my attention to her other boot. I slowly pulled it up her leg, being as gently as possible. I didn’t even attempt to use my hand on the zipper. “To hell with it I thought, I am so close to her skin, I am not going to worry about being seen” I didn’t rush the job, I tried to enjoy the moment of serving her. Just below her knee, we were spotted by a passing customer. I barely saw them as they walked away quickly. “Fuck” I thought.. “management is going to be here any second…”What the hell are you doing.. finish the job” was all Mistress said, I was struggling, in a rush, and she slapped my across the face. “Concentrate on me, idiot, not your ridiculous situation”… As I finally inched the zipper to completion I looked up at Mistress.
Instead of a smile of approval, or a scowl of disappointment, it was as if Mistress wasn’t even looking at me. She was looking over me, and something behind me, and she had a smile on her face. “Can I help you she said” I turned around, and realized that the customer had returned, and was watching the show. I think quickly realized, that what I thought had been a female customer, was obviously not.
“She” was wearing a loose fitting dress and a wig, that made her look silly, but she was clearly a very heavy man dressed in drag. “She” was holding a similar pair of boots, I presumed to try on, and was simply staring at Mistress. “This is my slave” Mistress said, “He aids me in trying on boots”…
“I see” said the drag queen. “I love those boots on you by the way, I have picked out a similar pair”.
“Well let’s see them on you then.. please take my seat” Mistress invited.
I was completely focused on mistress as she pranced around in her boots. She looked like a goddess. They accentuated her lovely legs, perfectly. The ended at just the right spot. Not as risqué, as thigh highs, and not as tame as an ankle boot. They were incredible. As I stared at her beautiful feet, I saw them walking closer, and then I looked in paralyzed fear as she kicked me squarely in the balls….
“What are you doing slave… put our guests boots on” I turned around and realized I was still at the foot of the bench, and where my beautiful mistress once sat, was now an obese transvestite, with thigh high stiletto boots.. I looked at the boots, and thought “no chance” these are going on. He had a strange build, with a big bear belly, and skinny legs, but still, these couldn’t possibly fit.
Another quick kick to the balls from behind me, and I had picked up the boots, as I struggled to pull them up his leg, my hands were reaching farther and farther up his thigh. My one hand slipped a bit, and I found it resting on his rock hard cock. He was truly enjoying this, when I finally got it on, I was sweating from effort… I didn’t even wait for mistress to tell me what to do, but I still paused.. without even looking back, I simply begged “please mistress”. This kick was harder than the previous two, apparently the begging had angered her.
“You know how to treat a lady, and you will treat this princess as a lady” she simply stated as she pushed my head down to his ankle. I pulled as hard as I could.. My jaw was aching as I made amazingly slow progress. I heard the man Moan slightly and breath heavily. He was truly enjoying this. As I passed his knee, I saw that his rock hard cock was had escaped through the side of his girly panties, and was pointing straight at me. I pulled and tugged at the zipper, just wanting this to be over. I could hear mistress chuckling behind me. What was probably only 5 minutes felt like 5 hours as I pulled with my teeth, and as I finally reached the top, I released my grip and tried to straighten out my head to relieve my sore neck, and my lips briefly brushed past his engorged cock. Apparently that was enough for “her”, as she started pumping hot cum out of her cock all over my face. Mistress was in full on laughter at this point. “she” had silently built herself to the point of orgasm, and then cum all over my face right there in the store. I wanted to cry, or throw up or both.
I backed away as fast as I could, and Mistress came over to me, and told me my face was a mess. She wiped me up with a tissue from her bag. “Thank you mistress for cleaning me up” was all I could muster through what felt like looming tears on my part.
“I didn’t clean you up” she said as she reached down and grabbed my balls.. “Open” she said as she yanked on my balls some more, and placed the filthy piece of Kleenex in my mouth. “now chew… no.. Don’t try to swallow, savor the taste of his cum”… She made me stand there in the store chewing the Kleenex like a piece of bubble gum for 5 minutes, until the Kleenex had completely dissolved, and my mouth tasted like salty sperm.
The entire time, I couldn’t even look at her, I just stared at the floor, too humiliated to even see if anyone was watching, too humiliated to look a dog in the eye, much less look at Mistress. When I finally looked up “she” was gone. I was completely oblivious to her even leaving. We walked to the front of the store to pay for her boots, and the clerk, told me that there was a gift card waiting for Mistress to pay for her boots, the previous customer had purchased them for her.
As we walked out of the store, Mistress looked at me and laughed… “I just realized something.. I just whored you out, and you had never met me before this morning.. and you are now a fucking prostitute, what a pathetic excuse for a man you are, you made a man cum, and he gave me shoes for it, and you didn’t even get a cut, you aren’t even a two dollar whore, you are just a fucking slut whore”.
“Mistress, I said I would do anything for you. I can’t believe that just happened, but I stand by what I said, I just need to deal with this right now. How did you do it.. how did you know I would be able to be here, how did you arrange for your friend to meet us”
“Oh.. “she” wasn’t a friend until about 20 minutes ago slave, but don’t worry, I got her number, and I will make sure next time you won’t need a tissue to clean up after her. You know prissy little girls like her really love having their assholes licked, didn’t you tell me how much you love ass worship?”
All I could do was hang my head and resign myself to my fate. I knew that serving her meant in any way she desired, with anyone she desired. Even as my head spun and my emotions ran wild trying to make peace with what had just happened, and what she just said, my rock hard cock told the singular truth that my desire, and cock belonged to her, and she knew it.
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