Shoestore

He had spotted her right away when she entered. Or had she spotted him? She was wearing a black leather jacket a black skirt with small flower patterned glitters at the hem that ended around her knees, thin black stockings and black leather pumps with a nice heel.

Her eyes had scanned the shop and kind of browsed the contents. A few other women, shoes, leather bags, 3 salesladies, a few tabourets and him. In a corner of the shop, close to his wife who was fitting a pair of brown boots.

Her eyes had touched him for just a second. Less. But it had felt like he had stared into her eyes for 20 minutes. Even more maybe. He wasn't even sure about the color of her eyes. Green, grayish, maybe a spot of brown.

She hadn't moved a muscle in her face, let alone smiled, but he couldn't stop looking in her direction. He couldn't stare straight at her of course, with his wife close, trying as always to get her size 40 feet in size 39 shoes. But at the same time he couldn't keep his eyes off the beautiful woman, her dark brown almost black wavy shoulderlength hair, small nose and full pink lips.

God she was beautiful and she moved is such a titillating way. Like a model. Sure of every step she made, placing one foot in front of the other, her eyes and head scanning the shoes on the shelves and her hair moving along. He wanted to bury his nose in her hair and inhale the fragrance ….

“Peter. Peter! What do you think of these?”
The sound of his wife's voice woke him from his afternoon dream. She had finally managed to force her feet in the brown-suede boots and was standing in front of a mirror looking back at him.

“What do you think of the boots? I like the color, but I am not sure if the heel is ok. Isn't it too ….?”.
She didn't end her sentence. She didn't have to. He knew what she meant. Always afraid that the heels on her shoes would be too high. Too hard to walk on, or tacky, too cheap or downright slutty. But she wouldn't use that word here in the shop, with a saleslady close.

“Ah they look nice. Sure”.
He heard his own voice as if it came from some other person standing next to him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw 'black-lady' fetch a pair of shining black leather boots from the shelve.

Her back was towards him and he couldn't stop noticing she had a sexy round ass and slim long legs. He had spotted the boots ages ago, but hadn't even started to try to interest his wife in them. He had tried that often enough and knew better than to try again. In her definition even 'slutty' would have been too mild for them. They would have been lucky to be cast aside with a stern-accusing look at him or an angry grumbled 'for whores only'.

“Just nice?”.
His wife's voice had a dangerous sound and he forced himself to focus on her. If only she was trying those black boots than it wouldn't have been hard.

“Yeah nice. I think they will look great with your new brown dress” he improvised.

“Do you think so?”.
Her eyes were on the boots now. Critical eyes.

“I am not sure. They are maybe a bit too dark and I am not sure if they fit well. What do you think?”

He didn't have a clue. The boots weren't on his feet, so how was he supposed to know.
“I don't know dear. Did you walk on them? How do they feel? They look good to me”

She turned and walked around a bit. They didn't look too bad. 6 cm heel he guessed and he liked the soft suede look of them, but they were incomparable to the supersexy boots 'black-lady' had chosen.

Where had she gone?! She wasn't in the spot anymore where he had last seen her getting the boot from the shelve. His wife had turned around again and came walking back towards him, so he couldn't turn around himself to look for his 'boot-girl', but where could she gone.

“How are the boots miss?”. Saved by a shop-assistant who walked up to his wife. The two started talking and he had time to look around.

There she was. At the counter, clearly asking for her size, because she handed the boot over to another girl with a badge on her blouse.
He saw her from behind again. Her hair falling on her back, leaning a bit forward on one leg and a hand on the counter. He couldn't hear her voice, but he imagined an educated, clear, warm sound, that would melt his brain.

The thought made him smile, but the smile froze into an awkward grin when she turned around all of a sudden and flashed her eyes on him once more. They were gone again before he could change his face into something more neutral, but it felt as if she had put a hot iron rod in his left eye and pulled it out slowly.
'That's for staring at me loser'. Something like that.

He felt himself turn bright red and turned his head away. Just in time to hear his wife say that she wanted to try a pair of other brown suede boots. With lower heels. Of course. She sat down to get the first pair off her legs and he put the bags down, with the stuff that they had bought before. A new blue suit for him, with 2 blouses and 2 scarfs, some jeans and a sweater for her and some items from the drugstore. Showergell, shampoo.

That was when she say down opposite to his wife. 'Black-boot-lady'. The shop-girl put a long on the table next to her and started unpacking the boots, that were wrapped in thin white paper. At the same time she opened the zipper of her jacket and removed one of her pumps.

My god. He didn't know where to look.

The shining beautiful boots being unwrapped, her impressive bosom that showed clearly now her jacket was open, her stockinged feet, the hair in her face that she tried to hold back with her hand or her other hand that held the pump. The pump. Pointing in his direction. God how he wanted to push his body against that elegant heel in the girls hand. His underbody, his crotch, his ....

She put the shoe on the floor and took the boot from the girl.

He couldn't keep staring like this. He would be caught. He was glad he was wearing a half-long coat, or his excitement would have shown clearly for everyone to see. His wife was busy with the second pair. He didn't think she had noticed. He checked all the bags, trying hard not to look at the beautiful girl zipping up the first boot. The shaft came over her knees and she lifted her skirt a bit to close the zipper all the way up. Great, great legs!

How could he not stare. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman in the shop, with the most sexy boots! He watched her hands sliding over the shaft of the boot, towards her foot and heel. She turned her foot to the side and he saw that the heel was high and pointed. Perfect. Perfect boots for a perfect girl. He had to stop this!

She liked the boots a lot. They were exactly what she had been looking for all afternoon. She had almost gone home, because in all the shops where she normally bought her clothes, nothing had been worth trying.

But now, in this shop were she normally wouldn't have tried, it was bingo. And they didn't only look great, but they fitted wonderful as well. She had asked for size 38, hoping for the shaft to be tight fitting around her calves and she had been right! Normally she picked her shoes maybe a bit bigger, but these weren't made for walking. Well not long distance anyway.

She admired the boots in front of the tall mirror and touched the shiny leather. Super! She loved the heels on them as well. She twisted a foot so the heel showed better and pulled her leg up a bit and looked approvingly at the sharp 10 cm long heel. And they were long as well. Over her knee. She hoisted up her skirt a bit and saw the reflection of the guy looking at her.

She was used to guys ogling her. Her mom had always told her this was the price you payed for being pretty, but she never saw it as a price. She liked being looked at and she loved to flirt and tease. It always made her feel even more attractive and sexy. The guy who was staring at her now was clearly married. 40-something, not very handsome, but not ugly either and standing in the corner of the shoeshop, some bags at his feet.

The woman she could see trying some nice brown boots was clearly his wife. She saw his eyes flash from her mirror-image to the other woman and back. Oh yes he liked her. No surprise there.

She straightened her skirt and walked back to the tabouret where she had left her shoes. She couldn't help shaking her ass a bit and knew he was looking. 225 euro she noticed on the box. Expensive. Not that she couldn't afford them, but still a lot of money. But they looked so great! She sat down and stroked the leather. She had to have them!

Her head was down a bit. Hair in front of her eyes. He couldn't see she was watching him through it. He was facing her. Fiddling with something in his coat and trying to divide his attention between her and the woman who was now walking around. She moved her hand on the boot and saw his eyes following the movement.

This was nice! Her hand went up a bit and his eyes as well. Her hand glided down almost to the heel and his eyes pursued. This was fun.

She crossed her long legs and very slowly started opening the long zipper of her left boot. She acted as if all her concentration was on the zipper. Using two hands. One hand on the zipper and the other hand making sure the zipper didn't catch the seam.

He couldn't help pressing his hands through the pockets of his coat hard against his crotch. She was so amazingly sexy and teasing. Pulling the boot of her leg now, after – what had felt like ages – carefully opening it. She had beautiful hands with long fingers and red manicured nails and such great legs. He had to restrain himself from not getting closer to her or trying to gaze under her skirt that was high up her leg. What a woman.

One hand was caressing her leg now, while she was talking to the blonde saleslady that had helped his wife before. God his wife. She was there as well. Close to the 'boot-princess', in front of a mirror now, watching herself. Well her boots.

That was his chance! The bags were safe in the corner. They wouldn't walk away. But he could now! Slowly he strolled towards the mirror where his wife was. On the other side of the store. And in between was the girl.On a stool. Now pulling of her second boot. He changed direction to pass her closer in an attempt to smell her hair, her perfume a whiff of the leather of the boots maybe.

She watched him come closer. Where he had found the guts to unfreeze from his spot in the corner she didn't know. She had liked him in his corner. A nice humble man. Worshipping her legs from a distance. But now he was almost at her side. She forcefully pulled on the heel of her boot and tore it of her leg, stretching her arm, and in the same movement hitting his legs with the leather.

“Ouch” she heard him say and because his hands were still in his coat-pockets, where they had been doing who knows what, he lost his balance and stumbled to his knees right next to her.

“Ow sorry sir” she exclaimed.
He didn't know what had happened. Something had hit his legs while he was trying hard not to look at the 'boot-princess', but at the same time trying to catch something of her. A smell, a movement out of the corner of his eye, a sound.

And suddenly he was on his knees, out of breath, trying not to fall over completely. An arm balanced him.
Her hand! On his shoulders. Her clear high voice filling his ears. 'Ow sorry sir'. And then the voice was in his ears. Softer. Warm. Demanding.

She pulled his head to her mouth.
“I want you to buy me these boots. Today! I know you want it too. No excuses!”

He didn't believe what he heard. This wasn't happening.

“Sorry, sorry”. Her voice wasn't at his ear anymore. “Let me help you up. Sorry for being so clumsy”.

Her voice was normal again and she was standing in front of him. Between him and his wife, who was turning around to see what the commotion was all about.

“Peter?”” he heard her say. But all his attention was on the girl who pushed a boot in his hands and started to pull him up from his kneeled position.

“Are you ok? Didn't you hurt yourself?”
She pulled at his shoulders and he looked into her gray eyes. Intense, deep. He felt himself stand up and saw her lips coming close to his eyes. 'Buy these boots for me' her lips mimicked and then her tongue touched her lips, while she pulled him all the way up.

“Peter, whats happening?”
His wife was close now and 2 of the salesladies came closer as well, to see what had happened.

The fingers of her left hand pinched his shoulder forcefully and he couldn't let go of her eyes. 'Buy. Boots' she mimicked again.

She let go of his shoulder but brushed his surprised face with the heel of the boot, that she had taken from his hands again. She had to suppress a smile when she saw his eyes turn into a kind of horney shock and then his wife was there.

“What happened? Are you ok? Whats wrong?”.

She turned and stepped away from the guy.
“I am so sorry” she lied. “Your husband tripped over my shoes”. She smiled at the woman. “Clumsy me. I always leave stuff on the floor. Sorry, sorry”.

The woman looked at her suspiciously and turned to her husband.
“Are you ok Peter? You didn't break anything?”.

His wife demanded an answer, But the beautiful girl looked at him as well. He had to look in her eyes. He wanted to see her lips move again. His brain was working overtime. How could he do what she wanted, with his wife here. With both of them so close.

“I am ok” he mumbled. He coughed and tried to catch his voice. “I am fine. No worries”. He tried a smile, because the beautiful girl smiled as well and slowly licked her full pink lips.

She turned to his wife again. His wife had a strange look on her face. Looking from him to the girl and back and then the girl stepped away.

“Come on Peter, stop acting like a fool”, his wife grumbled. She pushed him to the side with big steps and walked back to her tabouret.

“We are done here”. She sat down and pulled of the suede boots. “I can't find what I am looking for. Lets go. Get the bags. Will you!”

He knew when he shouldn't disagree with her. In a trance he started picking up the bags in the corner and watched his wife putting on her old shoes. Where was the girl?
Carefully he looked around. There she was. Looking at him. Smiling. Holding a boot close to her breasts and … he couldn't believe his eyes, her thumb and indexfinger slowly stroking the heel. What was happening here!?!

“Come on. Lets go. I want a drink!”. His wife was already leaving the store and he hurried after her.

The bar was close. But he had already devised 10 scenarios to meet the girl again. She was the most beautiful and sexy creature he had ever seen. And he wanted to buy her those boots. She deserved them so much. They were so perfect for her.
He opened the door for his wife and followed her into the bar. It wasn't busy yet and he pointed her to a table.

“Coffee for you dear? Here you hold the bags and let me get some drinks”. He deposited the bags on the table and turned to the bar.

“Peter? Where is the green bag? The one from the drugstore?” He turned back to his wife. The green bag.

He was sure he had put in the corner in the shoestore.

She didn't have to wait long. She knew she wouldn't have to wait long. She had seen it in his eyes. He was out of breath when he returned. Good boy. She liked it when men made an effort for her.

He froze at the doorstep of the store. Not sure she would still be there. His 'boot-queen'. He had ran all the way back. The green bag was in his coatpocket. Then he saw her. She was so beautiful. She didn't smile.

She just stood there. Waiting, with the boots in one hands and the other hand doing something with her hair. So sexy.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked up to her. He felt he had to go on his knees. But how could he. In a public store. But she looked so demanding. So graceful, so confident.

He kept walking. Slow. Staring at her beauty. Thinking hard what to say to her. Licking his lips. 'Dont stumble, don't mumble'. His mind worked furiously.
Her eyes were at his eyes now. Almost hypnotizing him. So close.

“Please can I buy you those boots”. His voice sounded forced. Old. He hated himself.
But her sudden smile promised so much more.

“Yes Peter, sure you can" She handed him the boots. "What took you so long.” She smiled.

Scenario 2

Scenario for a highheel-tease

You are:
● Dressed in heels, nice sexy clothes (doesnt have to be fetish), make up
● Standing in your room,
● Light a cig
● you smoke and walk around a bit
● you smile at the cam
● show off your body a bit

Text:
(talk slow, keep walking around, look in the cam now and then, smoke yur cigarette)
– ow my slave
– i feel so powerfull (short laugh)
– cause i have control on your life (look in cam)
– on your social life
– that i have control on your money
– that i can make you do whatever i desire (short laugh)
(walk around)
– everytime you come and tell me, that you worship me, that you want to see me, you get addicted more
and more
– and it gives me so much power
– power to control you and make you do what i want
(laugh walk around clicking heels)
– do you know how it feels? To know you are so addicted to me?
– That you need to be with me
– that you need to pay to see me (laugh)
– i know you are just a slave and you cant help yourself
– so let me help you
– i know its your secret; that you cant tell your wife
– your secret is safe with me slave
– i treasure it
– as long ........ as you keep paying me (laugh)
– i know you want to give up everyting you have, everything you are, to be my slave (laugh)
– i know you would love to sleep on the floor
– to kiss and clean my feet
– you will do anything, just to be around me (laugh)
– thats what you are: horney, weak, helpless for my beauty (laugh)
(sit down, cross legs, you whole body is in view)
– i love to use my beauty
– to get what i want
– my legs, my beauitful breasts
– my strong personality (laugh)
– to control you, to control all your feelings, to make you beg for my attention
– to control your sexual life and of course your wallet (laugh)
(show off your eyes a bit)
– you know you want it, you know you are addicted to it and you want me to use you
– say it my slave, beg me (laugh)
–
– beg me to use your fetish on you
– come one little slave: BEG!
– Beg and pay me so i can addict you more to your fetish
– you will do anything for my high heels!
– for hearing them click on the floor ....
– for seeing me touch my heels, stroke my heels, hmmmmm (laugh)
– just look at them
(touch your heel sensual, stroke it slow)
– and see how sharp they are. So sexy, so high (keep stroking your heel)
– i know you want to touch them
– i know you want to feel them on your body
– hmmmm my little slave, you are so excited ....
(stop stroking and look in the cam)
– beg me to raise my price
– to make you pay more
– beg me little slave .....
– dont you want to see more of my heels
– i know you want so bad
– hmm my slave, make your Mistress smile
– you know how to make me happy
– pay me my slave, pay to worship me (laugh)
– it love it so much, to see you pay for me and how hard my heels make you
– i own you, i control you and i know you will be back soon
(wink and/or small kiss and leave)
The End