Hello Mick!

This is so exciting, I know you've been waiting for me to share my little world with you! Let's me start with a little history about myself. I am a SWF 5 foot 5 and a half, and I am height and weight proportionate. Some say I remind them of a young Stella Stevens (Wow, one of my favorites! - Ed.). I wear a size 6 1/2 dress shoe and a size 7 tennis shoe. I can squeeze into size 6 pumps if I want to really push it! I would describe my feet as slightly pudgy. What I mean is, my toes do not have that "knuckly" look some girls have. They're straight, even-length and somewhat short. But I have really high arches, so my feet don't look fat. Nick says they're perfect Elmer Batter's feet! (whoever that is!)

Here's my shoe collection. I now own 3 pairs of black patent pumps, 2 with 4 inch heels and the other with a real nasty 6 inch heel that I only wear to bed! (HMMMMM!) I have a pair of red patent leather pumps, and a white patent pair, both with 4 inch heels (same shoes as my black ones) and a dark gray pair with 5 inch heels. That about does it for patent leather. My regular leather pump collection is even bigger, but I won't go into it unless you want me to! (Next time! - Ed.)

Let's see, here's some things I do with my shoes that might excite some of your readers. I don't use "shoe trees", instead I stuff a knee-high nylon stocking into the toe of every shoe. Why? Shoe trees just make the shoe tight all over again, and I like my shoes to stay broken in. Plus, the stocking aroma stays inside! (Some guys love that.) I keep all my shoes on the shelf above my clothes rack, with the toes pointed back. This way when I stand facing my clothes, I can see all the heels of my pumps just above my eye level. I can't tell you why I do this, maybe it's got something to do with my obsession with high heels!

When any of my pumps get too old to wear anymore, I have a closet in my spare bedroom where I keep the original boxes. I always put them back there, because I can't throw them away. Once in a while I get a few pairs out to try them on to see if my feet are getting bigger or smaller over time. (Silly, huh?) They haven't though!

Now here are some things that I've done involving my shoes that may seem strange. But it proves that some men are hopelessly crazy when it comes to a woman's high heels. On 5 separate occasions, while entertaining men at my apartment, I have purposely left my high heels under the coffee table in my living room and gone into the kitchen for something. I have a small opening in the kitchen wall to the dining room which I can see the living room through. Ihave watched 5 different guys reach under the coffee table, pick up one of my pumps, look around suspiciously, sniff the inside of it, and then carefully put it back. Now mind you, these are just the times I know about! It could have happened more, I don't know.

On at least 4 occasions, I have asked guys I've dated if they wouldn't mind giving me a foot massage (on dates when I've worn my high heels). When I put my feet in their laps to remove my shoes, ALL of themcommented on how much they liked women in high heeled shoes. Upon removing them, I always say, "I hope my shoes don't stink" (I love this part!) And the guy always smells one of my shoes! Then they usually say something like "not at all", or "not to me" or even, "your feet smell pretty". (I had a good time with that guy! Sometimes, they smell my foot, too.)

This is really hot. I used to carpool with a guy named Dennis. One morning after about 2 months of carpooling with him, he confided in me that he had a foot fetish. I was kind of surprised, and asked him why he was telling me this. He began to get real nervous, and actually started shaking and breathing funny. He apologized and admitted that he thought I had the prettiest shoes he had ever seen. Of course I felt sorry for him, and tried to make him feel more comfortable. I told him it was perfectly all right to have a foot fetish. I asked him if he had ever told anyone before, and he admitted he hadn't. Well, being the kind of girl I am, I felt it was my duty to help the guy. So I asked him to pull into a grocery store parking lot, and stop. He really got nervous then, and when he parked the car, I took off one of my pumps (the white patent ones) and handed one to him saying, "go ahead, touch it. It's O.K. The best way to handle any kind of fetish is to confront it." He took my shoe and stared at it, trembling like a newborn fawn! I could not believe the intensity of Dennis's fetish, I don't think he had ever been that close to a woman's high heel before. Then I asked him how he felt. He just said in a shaky voice, "I don't know." I asked him if my shoe felt like he thought it would, and he nodded. After a few minutes of watching him look at my pump and shiver, I asked him if he'd like to smell it. I told him that sometimes a fetish involved the sense of smell, and if he wanted to he could indulge. He must have looked me in the eye for a full 5 minutes without saying anything. Then he lifted my pump up to his nose and sniffed it. Then he sniffed it again, only this time deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he just moaned. I gave him the freedom to do what he had probably spent countless nights only dreaming of doing, and he was in heaven! I love when I can let a guy's dreams turn to reality like that, and that's why I love wearing high heeled shoes. We kept carpooling after that for a while, but nothing like that ever happened again. I think he felt real guilty about what had happened, but as far as I was concerned, no harm done.

I am so glad you printed my "poem" in the last issue! Nick here has been so wonderful at letting me use his computer during the week, I don't know how to thank him. I think your web-site is totally "all that" and as a girl who loves high heels herself, I can say that most of the things in your site are so true. At least to me! I don't have a computer myself, but I would love to be a regular "guest" on your web-site! I could provide you with true stories about the things that have happened to me when I've gone out in heels dancing or partying or whatever. I've known quite a few men into this, and the times have been real interesting! Nick says your readers might be interested in buying my patent leather shoes, too. I only have a couple of pairs that I can afford to part with right now, but who knows? Maybe you could be lucky enough to get a pair... Anyhow, thanks so much for printing my poem. I hope to hear from you soon.

Talk to you later,

Kayla (Please address all mail to her. We will forward it.)

My boyfriend just took some photos of me modelling my different pairs of patent shoes (red, white and yellow); are you interested in those photos? If so, I'd be happy to send them to you, maybe for use on your page? I earn money by selling my pictures, but the main reason I do it is that I love to turn guys on!! :) I guess I'm just a tease that way :) I was thinking of getting another pair of patent shoes, maybe some pumps with a 3 or 4 inch heel--what do you think? Do you have any styles, etc that you could recommend? I would love to do some pictures for you. (You could specify clothes, poses, etc.) and then I'd send the prints to you for use on your web page, etc. Do you have an actual newsletter, or is it all on the web? Also, I noticed that you had a couple of ads in the newsletter for women like myself selling their amateur pics. I am still interested in doing that.

Take care,

Rachel

Our Reply: Rachel sent us a batch of pictures we have yet to get scanned. They are fantastic, and we will try to have them ready for the next issue! Someone remind me! - Ed.

I just remembered the first expensive pair of patents I bought! I still have them, but they are a bit worn. They have these inlays in the sides with fake patent snake skin. The snake skin inlays sort of swirl of the side of the shoe, matching the line of the foot. very sensual!!! I will have to get them redone!!! I also have a pair of hot pink and black patent pumps. I bought them to go with a suit I used to have. Now I just wear them with my birthday suit!!! ;) Most of these are not very wrinkled around the toes, because I get them re-soled as soon as they start to look worn that way. Vanity for business, you know. Women's shoes in business are always supposed to look new. Go figure. Actually, my heels rarely retain a great deal of odor...it is rather faint...because they do not have cloth inside the shoes, but rather leather! And so far, I think only two men have had their mouths on these shoes!!! And the latest pairs are virgins!!! Any takers??? (:::Looking at Mick::::)

I think patent clothing is very sexy!!! However, it is difficult to justify buying in Texas because of the HEAT!!!! (at least for public wear) While the shininess of it can be rather garish, better clothing is rather understated in style, and can be very classy looking. I love the new stretch patent, though I haven’t invested in any of yet!!!

Jenny

I am a professional photographer/ model/ sysop. Check my board out at http://www.wildchild.com. The only board out of millions with daily original custom uploads. We shoot your fantasy by request! If you are on AOL or get an error message connecting, e-mail for instructions. We are definitely newbie friendly.

I am looking for models and photographers, and have business opportunities for individuals interested in opening their own board which has great tax advantages. Please put my e-mail address in the Patent letter. I have one really GREAT heel picture. It is one of my free samples, I hope you take a look at it...

Kisses,

Leigh

From the BOYS!

How are you? After receiving your response to my trade offer, I came up with some very interesting options for how we might best accomplish this. Offhand, I'd say that I've probably got around 10 pairs of black patent pumps, of which 2 or 3 have heels at least 4 inches high. The rest are in the 2-1/2 to 3 inch range. I tend to concentrate my collection in the 5 to 8-1/2 size range. I do have around 6 or 7 other pairs of white and misc. colored pumps as well with at least 3-1/2 inch heels. But the best way to tell you about them is to show you. So my idea is to send a videotape showing whichever pumps have the size and style attributes you might want. This way, you can actually see them before deciding to trade. Of course, your reader would send me a video likewise and then we could specify the swappable pairs! I could show the pumps at the viewing angle that they'd want to see them at, and even show the brand name inside this way. I'm pretty confident that this method will work. I'll part with my shoes for 15 dollars per pair, ship them in discrete packaging any way you like, and pay for regular mail. If you want them next day air or insured, you will have to enclose the additional money.

My tastes are not limited to patent leather, although patent is the most appealing from a visual and sensory aspect. What I look for in any pair of pumps is first, a 4 inch or higher heel - this depends on the innersole wear factor. If a particular pair of pumps only has a 3 inch heel, but is significantly well worn so that a distinctive footprint is easily visible inside, then it's O.K. for me. If the pumps are not so well worn, then I go for the higher heel usually. I also like standard leather pumps. These types tend to capture a bit more definition of the foot, which I like, and show a bit more wear overall than patent. Black is of course my favorite, but red and white are close seconds. I particularly like pumps that are cut in the classic way, meaning no funny shapes around the toe or up the sides. I really aim for the plain, pointed toe style best defined by Frederick's of Hollywood or Monique. The toe cut should be rounded, not straight, and very low on the toe for the maximum cleavage effect. I don't really like straps or bows, and I try to stay away from embroidered or inlaid-type accents. Again, I will judge a pair of pumps first on heel hieght, then on wear factor, so I have several pairs of pumps that do have accents, but have passed my test on wear, so I like them. Basically, a well worn pair of plain high heeled pumps that have a good footprint inside, and were obviously discarded by a woman that must have worn them often is what I look for. I tend to stick to the 5 to 8 size range, but I've found the best all around pump characteristics are in the sizes 6 and 7. Most of my collection is in this range. Again, I do have them from sizes 4 to 10, but not in patent at the extremes. My favorite brand names are Wild Pair Rush Hour (Leed's), Nordstrom's Brass Plum, Sasha London and Caressa. There are others, but my collection is mostly these.

If mutually sending video tapes (free of charge) sounds like a cool way to see each other's pumps, then write back with your preferences, and I'll send you my address so we can get this going! Send me your address, too! My particular desire is to obtain a black or red leather pump in a size 5 to 7 with at least a 4 inch heel. The pumps should be very well worn, and plain in cut, meaning no straps, bows, embroidery or adornment. They preferably should have a definate footprint on the innersoles and very flexible as worn pumps are. Scuff marks and frayed heel taps and toes are just fine, along with any odors or sweaty smell. I am after a pair of heels that are definately well worn.

Talk to you soon!

Nick J. Matthews (Please address all mail to him. We will forward it.)

Hi, my name is Mike, and I love your web site. I am 25 and live in the Philadelphia area. I am looking to correspond with women who are interested in men who love feet and heels. I have admired womens feet and shoes for a long time. I often go out to look for women who are dangling their shoes and taking them off. I have a lot of my own pics I would trade with anyone who is interested. My pics are mostly from TV shows, Home Shopping Network and magazines, though I do have some candid shots I got while I was in college. Send e-mail to: MickFlux@aol.com . I love to read about peoples experiences with stocking feet and shoes. Also I noticed a sighting of Lisa Robertson from QVC. I was taping the show and grabbed the video to a file. Hope some of you out there like it. See ya, Mick.

Mike

Our Reply: You're like me. I love QVC. There is usually some sort of fashion show or shoe sale, and the models are always wearing some kind of patent leather shoes, belts or even carrying handbags! So do the hosts. Lisa Robertson is a DOLL! And Mary Beth Roe is another one of my favorites, although she has gained weight recently.

Seeing as you responded to my first letter, may I remind you of my fetish which is open toe slides, mules or slippers. Come on, dude, let's see some in your next letter. Looking foward to it. :)

Frenchy

Our Reply: How about THIS Letter, dude? - Ed.

Happened accross the Patent letter this morning. Very nice. Thought I'd drop a quick line. While I love patent leather shoes, high heels, and the like, plus a good dose of bondage, I also have a thing for ladies wearing saddle shoes (you know, like in the 1950;s, and like what some cheerleaders wear today, and..like they wear at the Catholic schools out east) Anyway, since I couldn't buy a decent pair of genuine 50's leather saddle shoes anywhere, I went on a search, and finally found a company that makes them. So I now sell these, and have pics at my web site, along with other 50's clothes, poodle skirts and links. A true foot and shoe fetishist might like to know how to find these, so Ithought you might like to give me a link off your page? There is no "sexual content" to my very family oriented website, but I have received lots of complimentary mail on my saddle shoes, and the teen ager who is modeling my poodle skirts and jackets. Check it out. So, tell me more about the 1950's black patent high heel pumps. I'm going to search for a supplier, but I need some direction. When I think pumps, a high heeled shoe comes to mind, but I'm thinking more of a rounded toe than a pointy one. (I much prefer the rounded toe). Are we talking spike heel, or more "chunky"? I'm always looking for products to add, but want to stay in the 50's theme. I'm going to check a bunch of 50's magazines for some ideas.

Is everyone in the group aware that "patent leather" is actually not leather at all? I remember watching a documentary on a leather producing factory, and they also made patent, and they explained that it was actually not even leather at all. I don't remember just what it was, but it's definitely not leather! (Actually patent LEATHER is real leather. If you look inside some of theNina and other brands of shoes they are stamped "made from genuine leather". What you are saying is true about many of the off brands sold at stores like Target and Payless, and even Frederick's of Hollywood. They are usually described as Black Patent (omitting the word "leather". One can usually tell by the price, however I have found REAL patent leather shoes for less than $50 in Emporium! - Ed.) Are their other items from the 50's that your readers would find sexy that are possible products for me to add? I'm really surprised how many saddle shoe fanatics there are out there. From posting in the various alt.sex newsgroups, I've found lots of them. Myself, I'd like to get my wife to wear them all the time (naturally she won't). I even wear them myself. Anyway, food for thought. And, nope, no patent leather in the saddle shoes. However, I do remember some great patent Mary Jane styles from that era! "There's Always Sunny Weather When Hepcats Get Together"

Tim

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Send letters to: Micko All e-mail addresses will be published unless specifically requested not to do so.

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TYGGER'S TALES:

Jenny moderates an IRC BDSM discussion on dalnet, which takes place Wednesday and Sunday. She has agreed to do a regular column here.

Reader: I enjoy this sweat fetish of mine very much.I have a question and hopefully you'll answer it. It is true that many women deny sweating in their shoes. Why?

Tyg: Well, I think most women (I am not one of these types, by the way) do not like to admit they "sweat". They view it (as do many men) as unfeminine or even masculine. Case and point: there is a new deoderant commercial where the girl is saying how she likes to be close to him, but not if he is sweating. And then, the guy basically says the same thing. We live in a society that views the simplest bodily functions as gross and disgusting, or at least impolite. Forget the fact that in order to have REALLY passionate sex, you are usually going to SWEAT!!! :)

Reader: And then, there are many women that do not want other people to see the sweat in their shoes from their foot. Is this true? Why?

Tyg: Again, I think it is considered unfeminine. You dont want people to see perspiration spots under your arms, and you dont want folks to know your feet sweat!! In fact, personal presentation courses I have taken basically insist that if you get sweat stains in your shoes, throw them away!

Reader: Still others pay no attention to the sweat and even if they do notice, they keep it to themselves. Why?

Tyg: Well, I think I fall into this category. First of all, I know I am a human being, and so, when I get hot, I am going to sweat. If I am wearing leather or patent leather, neither of which are going to breathe well, the part of my body that is wearing that material is definitely going to streak. Why should I care? It is like fighting the wind, or the sun coming up. BUT why should I mention it? It is not something that particularly bothers me, nor is it something I need to share. UNLESS I know I can tease someone with it!! ;)

Reader: Have you personally had an experience in the heat, or anywhere really, where you were wearing some type of woman's leather shoe in your bare feet and your feet became all sweaty and sticky and left sweat streaks and sweat marks all over the insole of the shoe? Please explain in as much detail as possible. I am not asking you this so I can get turned on. I am asking you this because I want to confirm that women's feet do sweat in their leather shoes. And I want to hear what it is like from a woman's point of view. Please answer if you could. Thank you!

Tyg: Actually, I can't say I have had this happen in pumps. Usually, my pumps are leather, the insole is leather, and though they may be hot and my feet may sweat, the leather will absorb the moisture, so there is no streaking. However, I do wear sandals, and the soles tend to be smooth leather (dont ask me why!! I think absorbant leather would be much better...but not nearly as exciting for you!!! ) and so it is not uncommon for my feet to sweat to the point of leaving streaks or becoming slick. And, honestly, I can hardly stand it!!! Usually, I will take those shoes off for a while...just to let my feet dry!! I would have to be feeling either VERY submissive or VERY dominant to have the incentive to tolerate that feeling!!

Reader: Why should I go to patio bars in the summer? What is there? Expain.

Tyg: Lotsa women with bare legs and sandals in the hot sun!!! I know I have been there in that state!!!

Please address all questions to Tygger

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STELLA'S STORIES:

SLAVE

Part 1. (C) Stella 1996

He will be told to arrive at a specific time, bearing wine as a gift. His timing must be totally accurate or my door does not open. I am always ready in advance, severely coiffured, wearing thick makeup, red lipstick, false eyelashes, designer jewellry, a latex or leather corset, seamed nylons, high heels under my immaculate black business suit and crisp white blouse. I am taller than he is. As soon as he is inside, he is made to kneel and open his fly so that I can inspect his penis. He will be exited yet humiliated by this; I will spend a significant time doing it, turning it this way and that with my crop. I may or may not register a reaction. His instructions will be to strip naked and knock at the door through which Mistress has just vanished. When he knocks, he is told to remain kneeling and wait. I am busy removing my suit and blouse, checking my arrangements. When I am ready, and not until, he is told to enter.

He opens the door and sees me facing him directly across my large room. I am tall and glossy in my corset and patent heels, all in black; the only colour is the scarlet four-foot long riding switch in my black full-length kid gloved hand, and my rouged nipples which appear just above the corset. My pussy is hidden in a glossy patent leather cuntstrap. My pierced labia and small anal & vaginal dildos press the fabric and remind me of the joys I am about to experience. He, of course, is naked and vulnerable, and with his hands on his head, his erect penis betrays his lust for me. Any hesitancy is swept aside when he sees my body and haughty glance; the unexpected transition from business suit to regalia is a shock to him that I read in his eyes. He is commanded to kiss my feet, which of course he is only too delighted to do. I stand and luxuriate in the sight of a naked man grovelling to me, knowing that it is my sexuality that has drawn him here. Without even seeing me he wanted to come, attracted by the power of my words to him. He is offering his body to me in exchange for the ecstasy he knows I can bring it. But he also knows I exact my price. His lust is rampant as he feasts his eyes on my beauty. He knew he would be aroused simply by the situation he is in; he did not expect me to enter into it so aesthetically. The room is spacious, uncluttered, decorated with flowers and erotic art. There is a simple throne for me, and a table, for him, covered in bondage paraphernalia. I know you want to hear about this. I know it makes your sex exited to hear the words. So I will tell you what is on the table. It is black, and covered with a thin black shroud. With a swipe of my switch, I stop him kissing my feet. I order him to follow me to the table. I draw off the shroud to reveal the array of glistening instruments beneath. His eyes widen, there is a tremble in his body, his penis bobs and the tip grows wet. I tell him to pass me the slave collar, which I buckle on to his neck, explaining so softly that he must wear this at all times in my presence to show his subservience. I attach a black and tan woven lead to the collar. My movements are not harsh, rather, they are slow, graceful, soft, female, and full of menace. My eyes bore into his. My nails trace a line down his spine to meet the shiver starting to climb it. He will like this, as my long blood red nails are still safe inside my kid gloves. How glorious to be female, to have this power over men, to wear such beautiful clothes, to be graced for a while with a youthful and exotically curved body that is soft, supple, and the target of extreme desire for those who know how to worship it.

On the black top of the table lie six white nylon ropes, each neatly coiled. Six lengths of chain lie in parallel lines. Wrist and ankle cuffs nestle together, and a leather head harness with a ball gag sits above them. There are three pairs of handcuffs; two pairs of nipple clips, each pair chained; a tiny penis collar, with its thin strippy black poodle lead; some glans penis clips, foreskin clips, and prepuce clips; a scrotum strap with another lead clipped to it. Then there are the scrotum clips themselves - ten of them, each with its own detachable eight ounce lead weight. Fifty wooden clothes pegs. A line of dildos, starting with a half-inch stainless steel ball on a thin rod terminating in a shackle, through a standard seven-inch rubber penis dildo, to a ten inch by seven inch circumference varnished wooden Japanese giant cockstick. A pair of vibrators. A pair of riding crops, a tawse, a small pony switch, a cane, a prodstick. A small pony saddle with stirrups and girthstrap. Candles. Ice cubes and a moulded 'ice penis' in a gold bucket. Various handy little clips, padlocks, shackles, tweezers, needles, lubricant, a vacuum flask of very hot water. Shaving foam and a razor. Antiseptic and a small bowl and silk cloth. A funnel and some rubber tubing. A pair of Black Patent Leather Seven Inch Stiletto Heeled Court Shoes, size nine, with padlocking anklestraps.

I watch his reaction as he surveys this plateau of delight. He is frightened now; he knows I mean business. He wants to see it all, but he is not sure if I will let him look for much longer. I will. I want him to memorise the table. He is going to experience everything on it..

But first he must be subjugated. I turn and walk to my throne, he follows on his lead. I take up a comfortable position. He faces me, not knowing what to expect. For a long minute, I let him wonder. I raise my heel to his lips, thrust it firmly into his mouth. He suckles on my stiletto as if it were a nipple. I take it out, prod the tip of his penis with it, collect some lubricant from him. I turn him with the red switch, steer him down onto his knees, arse toward me, head to the floor. He is told to open himself. He holds apart the cheeks of his arse, and I see the anus open pinkly with them. I insert the tip of my heel, the one he has lubricated for me. Just an inch at first. He stiffens, frightened. I slowly start to fuck him with his own precum. The smooth black heel slides in, out, deeper in, out again, in to the top. I rotate it inside him. He moans sofly. I explain that he is impaled on Mistresses steel penis-heel. That he is to be fucked repeatedly at my whim. I sting his ass with the evil little knotted end to my crop. He jumps, but does not attempt to remove himself from my heel. Suddenly I jerk it out of him. I unclip the lead. He is to crawl and bring the antiseptic, and wash my heel. When he is finished, he is lead back to the table. I drop the wrist and ankle cuffs in front of him. Mistress does not damge her nails or her gloves heaving on heavy straps - that is for a slave to do. I supervise his efforts as he fits them on. I want them tight but without the annoyance of stopped circulation - a distracted slave is no use to me. When they are on, he is lead back to the middle of the room. He is to lie down, feet that way, hands this. I find the ends of the chains that I have hidden from view, pull them toward him, padlock them to his ankle straps. His legs are forced wide apart, his sex red and hard. I step towards his head, squat, pull his head away from the chain I have just fixed. It is tight now. Good. So each hand is chained in the same way; he is crucified naked and erect on my floor. My heels click away across the polished boards. He cannot see where I am. I return with the shroud, drop it softly over his face. Now he is blind; he is deprived of the stimulation of the sight of me. He must earn it back with patience, a maintained erection, and of course, a little suffering, for how I love to watch the naked body twist and jump beneath my hands and little tools.. I spike his nipples with my heel. I tickle his feet. I caress his balls. He does not know where I will visit him next. His back is arching, his legs straining, his head turns from side to side, he is sliding into torment and my total control. He wants me to hurt him, to earn that electric shock of pleasure of the touch of my hands on his cock. Now I want more. I fetch the pegs. He must count them on as I stretch his scrotum little by little. His voice is rising in pain and anticipation. He manages forty five pegs; there are five left, so I peg his nipples. Three more go on to his foreskin. I whisk the shroud from his face, stand astride his head, squat to bring my pussy one inch from his lips, let him smell my Cunt perfume. He cannot quite reach me. He never will. Madam Cunt is not for the likes of him. My elegant hand fondles the cluster of pegs which stand erect on his scrotum. He whimpers. Oh, that sound; music to my ears. I want more. I grab a whole cluster of pegs and pull sharply upward. He yells, but I won't let go. I twist and turn them, drop them, flick them, pull on individual pegs. He whines, shreiks, his body twists but cannot escape. His penis starts to soften. I can see that his pain is overcoming his desire, but we must not give in so easily, must we, little slave? I remove the pegs from his penis. He still has forty-five on his testacles. I caress his limpening cock, smile into his eyes, coo at him; my sympathetic frown alternates with an enquiring glance - 'But surely you don't want me to stop touching you, do you?' it seems to ask. 'No, darling, you want to feel my soft hands here on your thing, don't you? Yes..' His eyes are wide; he is torn, balanced between pain and pleasure, lust and agony. No-one as beautiful, as elegant, as erotic as I has ever done anything as wonderful as this to him before. He cannot believe his luck, but he wonders where I am going to take him. His body is cold but his now penis is hot, throbbing again, purple and glossy.

I lie down beside him, his lover in bed, snuggling up to him. My soft warm body presses against his flank; he can feel my skin, my leather, my nylon, my nipple, my breath. My lips are close to him, promising a kiss, but he can't get there. My caresses make him shiver. I whisper sweet nothings into his ear: 'Hurt for me, my darling. Suffer. Your pain is my delight. You want to delight me, don't you?' He nods. His brow is furrowed. I twist his nipple peg. Hard. I stab it into his chest. He writhes, screams, pants. Oh, the panting. The hot breath on my cheek. It is like an extended orgasm for me. I show him how much I want his pain. I repeat it. He begs me to stop. I repeat it again. He screams and pants, his chest heaving. His is gulping cold air and it comes out red hot. I spring up, squat over his face, hurting both his little buds now. The heat rises from his face and warms my Slit. It's starting to get wet. I am happy. A shiver of anticipation runs up my spine, my Cunt twiches, my smile returns.

I eschew the use of dungeons. I find them pretentious, uncomfortable, dirty, dark, and injurious to my hosiery. Far better to be in my beatiful room, with its flowers and light, where I can see every part of my quivering slave's defenceless body, see every shiver and goosepimple. I want to see what effect my imagination is having on this person. I want to see it all.

The recieved knowledge of S&M is that the submissive is really the one in control. That a man who pays a woman may expect value for his money. That he may tell the prostitute what to do , what he wants or likes.

In my room, I control. I am not a prostitute, I do not demand money. However, some men - and women - find that the transfer of cash is in some way significant, even erotic - it liberates them from the needs of common decency, allows them to buy time for disgusting behaviour. If this heightens their sexual tension, if this allows them to loosen up and expose their souls to me, then I will take money. I will not return it, for then the gesture is meaningless. Should they return, I will show them what they have bought for me, how I love it, how it is for me, not for them, how they will not be allowed to touch it, how they have sacrificed for me. I have one slave who cannot ejaculate unless he buys my permission to. It costs a little more each time, but he keeps returning. I am starting to become too expensive for him, but he is in love with the idea of the unatainable. The more difficult I make it for him to ejaculate, the more he wants to. My current thought is to slap his face when he next asks, and refuse. He will burst with desire.. But I digress.

With a practiced swipe of my crop, I send several pegs flying from my hot panting little slave's poor testicles. He leaps as high as his chains will let him. It is such a shockingly sharp pain. His cock collapses again, but that is to the good, as I want to strap on his penis collar. It fits tightly around the shaft, just under the head of his cock. The return of his erection will make him SO sensitive. He counts off the remaining pegs. The pain of their removal is exquisite. Beads of sweat form on his brow.

I open the bracelet of a pair of handcuffs. Gathering up his cock and balls, I slip the cuff into place behind his penis. Click. Click click. Two more clicks, his bunch is bulging. So are his eyes! The other bracelet around the scrotum. Click. Click click click click click. His plums bulge out, shining purple. My chair scrapes the boards as I drag it between his legs. The toe of my stiletto looks SO cute on his glossy scrotum. A dab. A push. Now a jab with the spike; oh how he writhes! But I am tiring of his moans. It is time for his gag. He will only be able to whimper from behind it; and you know what I feel about whimpers..

He does not want this. Too bad. I do. I get the ball between his clenched teeth with the aid of a vicious sting with the crop to his penis - as he bellows, in goes the ball; the rest is easy. He looks up at me resentfully. I am resentful too. How DARE he resist me? I bend, pinch my nipples erect for dramatic effect, and slap him hard on each cheek. Mistress is annoyed. For that, he will wait in pain. A vicious little scrotum clip is fetched, its clip hooked to the pulley string from the ceiling. The clip is sprung onto his scrotum, a lead weight hung jerkily on the other end. I leave the room, my heels clicking. His scrotum starts, very slowly, to ache and burn. It serves him right. I am opening his wine.

Out of his sight, I start to play with my dildos. Just to keep myself simmering. My fingers feel soft in their gloves, my clitty is purring. I have the first of several orgasms, a fast hot rush. So much better under the present circumstances. My legs tremble, my high heels click and clatter on the white tiles of my kitchen floor. The cool wine soothes me down again, ready for more creative play..

I am going to play him like an instrument, no, like a fish on a line, for hours. I will take him up, bring him down, back up again. I am going back now to play with the ice on his hot balls.

To be continued..

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FICTION:

THREE STORIES - A SUITE (from: alt.sex.fetish.feet newsgroup)

STREETWALKERS

Streetwalkers may have the sorest feet of all women. Most streetwalkers wear spike heels. The heels make them look sexy and are a badge that advertises their profession. After several hours of pounding the sidewalks in spike heels their feet can get sore enough to make a grown woman cry.

I have massaged many streetwalkers' feet. It's amazing how much difference there is between the feet of various girls. Some look like they never were in shoes that were too tight or that forced them out of shape. Other girls feet are masses of bunions, calluses, and corns. Maybe some women have not been in the life long enough to sculpt their feet. Some give their feet a break by wearing flats and trying for the "girl next door when you were in high school" look. One surprising thing that I found out was that pedicures don't help. If the calluses and corns are removed, the new, soft skin coming in gets sore much easier.

It is not illegal to give a consenting woman a foot massage and suck her toes, so in the event you select a decoy cop, you are home free. Just remember, the girls are out there to make a living, so expect to pay for their time. They will be really grateful for a chance to receive a little pleasure for a change.

At about 4 o'clock one morning I noticed a girl named Sherry wearing white pumps with 5 inch heels. I overheard her say that her feet hurt a lot, which was not surprising because she had been out since 11 that night. I decided to give her $100 for a date. I explained that I wanted to give her a foot massage, suck her toes, and take pictures of her feet. She agreed, so we walked to her apartment, which was a few blocks away.

When we arrived, Sherry stripped down to her bra and panties and I got my first glimpse of her size 6 feet. Her poor toes had numerous red areas caused by being jammed into small, pointed-toed shoes for 5 hours. She had corns on her little toes, and the first joints of her big toes were red and swollen with potential bunions. There were calluses on the balls of her feet due to the excessive pressure on her metatarsal bones. Overall she had the sexiest feet I have ever touched.

I gave her dainty feet a long and soothing massage, sucked on her sore, red painted toes and took about a dozen souvenir pictures. Most likely I was s her best trick that night.

I no longer live in the area where Sherry works, but I think of her often. I hope the johns are treating her well and that her sexy feet are only hurting a little.

B BROTHELS

First of all, in legal Nevada brothels, the house's only requirement as far r as what the girls wear, is that they must wear high heels. The girls wear a very wide variety of high heels, everything from "slip-on" platform type high heels, to shiny black 5" high heels with a strap. So when you go to one of these places, you KNOW you'll have ladies with high heels. Some of the girl s stand a lot of the time in these brothels, so of course their feet hurt. They are the ones that "snuggle" up to guys at the bar, and who move around a l lot in the front area of the brothel. There are of course ones who sit down the minute there aren't incoming customers. A few of those I have seen slip off their shoes the minute they sit down.

Clearly the best experience I ever had was in a rural Nevada brothel. I wen t in and sat at the bar right next to a nice looking and young working lady 2E As I was munching on popcorn I noticed that she was wearing shiny black k two and a half inch high heels and suntan pantyhose. The more popcorn I a ate, the more she slipped off the shoe closest to me. And she was talking to someone on the other side so I could really look at her slipping her shoe o ff.

I just couldn't stand it any more so I tapped her on the shoulder and said I'd like to go to her room. So we get there, and I told her that I liked feet et. She didn't know what to say and she seemed new at this (which is fine) so I said something like, "Oh I saw you out front with your shoe off and I thought ht you might like a nice foot massage." That warmed her up and she said sure e. Then I told her that I would like to have fleet after giving her the foot massage and we agreed on a price.

So she undresses, except that she left her pantyhose ON. So I immediately s tart rubbing her sore tired feet with her pantyhose ON (a rare treat in a b brothel; they usually remove everything). It really felt wonderful. Feeling her nylons moving around on her big toe nail was great.

I mentioned again that I had seen her with her high heel off out front, and I said, "Do high heels hurt your feet?" She quickly answered, "Yes!" And I said, "Can you show me where they hurt?" And she ran her fingers along the tops of her toes, right along the first knuckle of her toes. So I made sure e I massaged there quite a bit.

Then I asked her to take off her nylons and I began licking her toes. She d didn't seem to mind it, I've had some girls who couldn't stand it because it tickled them so much, but this one didn't mind.

By then I was so aroused that I had her do the fleet. The whole time she was doing it I was playing with her toes with my fingers and enjoying it v very much.

It was clearly the best experience I had ever had. And I could do it without t embarrassment and without the possibility that she would "trash" me for it t in front of my friends, which I had had happen many years ago before I discovered brothels.

ONE FROM THE UK

When I was young - a long, long time ago - I was driving a taxi. 'Twas in t he days when cars had running boards. The car was an Austin 18 of 1936 vin vintage and it had a rubber running board.

One day I had to drive for a wedding and one of the guests "Aunt Winnie", was a large economy size lady who wore high heels. She was not in the firs t flush of youth and had to be helped from the car. She was a lady of presence and dignity. When she stood on the running board, the high heel l penetrated the rubber and Aunt Winnie fell headlong on to the grass. She e was not hurt but her pride was very much so and much steam was emanating from her aural orifices when she saw me, a mere 17 year old, in a state of uncontrollable mirth!

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