"What a classic bitch", I thought to myself. " I bet she has her shoes packed in that bag in alphabetical order, she's such a perfectionist." Michele smoothed her pleated silk skirt and plopped down into one of the large leather wingback chairs adjacent to the bed. "My feet are so tired!", she sighed. "Todd is so good at foot massages Michele." "You should have Todd give you a foot massage before we go out.", my wife suggested. "You like to do that?....TODD?" Michele asked in disbelief. "Yes and he is so good at it Michele.", Suzanne replied. "Todd....get that new perfumed foot lotion you bought for me last weekend." "I think Michele would really like it, don't you?", Suzanne asked in a way that demanded an answer from me. "Yes, I think she would Suzanne." , I said as I left the guest room to retrieve the lotion. I stopped in the hallway, (as my wife knew I would) as I heard my wife telling her friend Michele about my fetish. "Todd's really into my friends' feet and shoes Michele", my wife continued. "In fact, he tells me all the time that your feet are very attractive." " I think he's becoming aroused just looking at your feet", My wife loudly stated.

As I returned to the guest room, my wife laughed and said, "Michele!...look, I think Todd has an erection! Michele quickly turned and stared at me. Snickering, she slowly shook her head in disbelief as she bounced her tan legs, dangling the patent clogs on her beautiful feet. "Whatever!", she quipped. Her facial expression continuing to confirm her disgust with me. I was totally humiliated, I could not believe Suzanne's behavior. She had threatened to verbally humiliate me in front of one of her friends, but had never followed through. My face was hot with embarrassment, but I eagerly anticipated a session of submission to my wife, involving bitchy Michele's shoes. "Hey Michele!", my wife giggled, " Did you know that the smell of women's shoes turns Todd on!" "AND,, he loves kissing my feet and smelling the leather scent left by my shoes!". My wife added, laughing. "Yeah right", I replied, desperately trying to make a joke of my wives current statement. "Sick!", Michele said. Michele continued staring down at her clogs, watching them hit against the sole of her foot by the slow movement of her tan legs. A look of disgust shown on her face as she contemplated a reply to Suzanne's comment.

"Oh Todd?"......, "I think you should massage my pretty little feet for me!", Michele mocked in a little girl voice. I could not believe what I was hearing. I quickly looked at Suzanne searching her face for a reaction to Michele's request. "Todd, this is perfect, you know you've wanted Michele's feet for as long as I've known you.", my wife said as she smiled at Michele. Michele seemed to enjoy the attention and continued to tease me unmercifully. "Guess what Todd, my clogs are all Italian leather." "According to a pervert like you, these leather clogs make my feet smell sexy Todd!" Michele giggled, her arms crossed in front of her as she continued to shake her black patent clogs by the up and down motion of her legs. She looked up at my wife grinning, enjoying my obvious humiliation. Michele mockingly removed a shiny black clog from her right foot and held it to her nose as if testing the bouquet of a glass of wine. She looked at my wife and they both cracked up with laughter. "Well,Todd ?", Michele inquired, "I'm waiting for a foot massage!" Suzanne and Michele were now laughing outloud as they watched my face turn the next shade of red. "Todd, I'm sorry I laughed at you", Michele stated in a serious tone, "I think Suzanne is lucky that you take care of her feet and go shoe shopping with her". "I really would like for you to massage my feet, but I won't let you smell them." , her tone changing to sarcasm.

As I stood in front of this beautiful, petite "bitch". I begin anticipating being inches away from her absolutely perfect feet, and clogs. I was afraid that I would be so aroused I would be shaking while massaging her feet. Michele was sitting back in the chair, her beautiful legs crossed, the pleated silk skirt fanned out over her lap. Her blue eyes followed me as I crossed the room, a look of evil amusement on her face. She sat up in the large chair, uncrossed her legs, and slowly pulled her right leg underneath her. She continued to swing her left leg in an exaggerated manner, purposely showing me the sexy arch of her size 6 foot. As I started toward her chair, she kicked her left leg, launching the clog from her foot. I quickly jumped out of its path, as it was obviously aimed at my crotch. The clog continued on, colliding with the wall and loudly bouncing off of the hard wood floor. Michele and Suzanne began laughing hysterically, Michele placing her hand over her mouth, trying to act as if this potentially painful projectile was a silly accident. As I bent down to retrieve her clog, Michele placed a perfectly manicured finger under my chin and quietly said in a baby talk voice; "Oh, Todd, I am SO sorry, did I almost hit your weenie with that naughty clog??", "I bet that clog would hurt wouldn't it?"

Michele uncrossed her legs and placed her tiny feet on the sheepskin rug in front of the chair. I could already smell the arousing combination of worn leather and perfume as I knelt in front of this beautiful bitch to began servicing her feet. My erection must have been noticeable. My hands were shaking as I placed her right foot in the palm of my hand. I ran my hand from the heel along the high arch, staring at the slight imprint remaining from the top edge of her clog. I began to slightly squeeze her foot between my hands and gently push her little pedicured toes back to exaggerate the arch of her foot. By this point I was as hard as a rock and my breathing had become noticeable. Michele's stunning beauty, dominant behavior, perfect feet, and the smell of leather and perfume had taken it's toll on me. I was not sure how much more of this I could take without shooting in my pants. Michele looked down on me from her "throne" with a look of control, but allowed me to take in the natural beauty of her feet. I finally released her foot and started opening the perfumed lotion. She began to giggle, swinging her pretty foot closer and closer to my face. As her foot swung closer to my face, I purposely leaned forward attempting to smell the leather scent remaining on her bare feet from 10 hours of wearing her clogs. "Suzanne, I think Todd's trying to smell my feet!", "he seems to be in a trance or something", Michele stated, disgusted. "Gross!, what is your problem Todd?!", Michele loudly replied, giving emphasis to her foot swinging enough to surprise me with a brutal kick in the mouth. "Ow!", "Damn it Michele, that hurt!", I yelled. "OOPS, I am so sorry Toddy!", "I didn't mean to kick you in the mouth", Michele patronizingly replied as she continued to laugh at me.

My lip began to swell almost immediately after the contact from the ball of her foot. I looked up at this little bitch, my face red with humiliation. A drop of blood was forming on my lip. "You know Todd, I had these black patent clogs on all day barefooted." "Why would anyone even want to touch my dirty feet? "Do guys that like girls feet also like their shoes?", "Or are they like, ummm, feet only?", she asked as she sat staring at me, her evil eyes daring me to reply to her mocking tone of voice. "I don't know, Michele", I sheepishly replied. "Smell my feet Todd", Michele suddenly said. I stared in disbelief at this perfect "bitch" trying to comprehend what I had just heard coming from her pouty red lips. "Well dumbass, isn't that what you have been wanting to do?", Michele said exasperated, her voice now close to a scream. The entire time my wife sat on the bed not saying a word, thoroughly enjoying watching me as I was verbally humiliated by this petite "little girl". "HERE, you whimp!", Michele screamed as she slammed the sole of her warm foot over my mouth and nose.

I was so aroused at this point that I knew I would cum in my pants if I even moved. I inhaled deeply taking in the leather-perfume scent of Michele's small foot. My breathing was now out of control, my heart beating as if I had been running. Michele allowed the sole of her foot to remain pressed against my face, painfully pinching my lips between her heel and my teeth. "What do you think about this bastard Suzanne?", "should I allow him to finish his duties?", Michele asked sarcastically. "Oh yes Michele!" "Please go on!", my wife quickly replied. Michele removed her foot from my face, and sat up in the chair. "You are going to have to move closer you idiot, I can't sit comfortably on the edge of this chair." "Ok", I replied as I inched forward, still on my knees. "Well you better get started you little man, your wife and I have some shoe shopping to do tonight.", Michele rudely stated. I didn't say anything, but again took the petite size six foot into my hand. I began applying the perfumed lotion to her silky smooth foot, being careful not to get any lotion on her recently pedicured toenails. "OH, Todd, due to the fact that you check out my shoe collection every time I visit, I think you should check out one of my clogs that I wore on my bare foot for about ten hours today." Michele slipped off one of her shiny clogs and held it in front of my face. "This shoe was made by Cole Hahn, the pair cost me about $400.00 at Macy's." "Todd..... do you like them?",..... "Do my expensive, dirty shoes turn you on, you pervert?" Michele reached down and picked up one of her clogs. She began rubbing the filthy leather sole on the side of my face, giggling at my frantic attempt to compose myself. I could smell Michele's perfume, and the musty leather smell of her perfect foot, the innersole of her clog inches away from my nose and mouth. Suddenly Michele threw her clog down, the hard stacked leather sole and heel colliding with my erect penis and my swollen balls. I was angry now as I listened to Michele and Suzanne laughing hysterically at my reaction to the clog slamming my nuts. I continued to lean forward in an attempt to recover from the intense pain I was experiencing. When I attempted to rise from my fetal position, Michele moved her leg that previously was underneath her and placed the dirty leather bottom of her clog on the back of my head. She pushed the back of my head down hard, until my face was about 2 inches from her other foot. She then ground the hard leather heel of the clog into the back of my head as I struggled to watch her other foot as she deliberately moved it in and out of her clog.

After a few minutes of this, Michele removed her clog from the back of my head. She then raised her foot and clog and gently placed it on the outside of my pants. Michele looked away from me, and completely ignored my frantic breathing and desperate attempt to control myself. I stared at Michele's beautiful bare leg and the shiny patent leather clog resting on my crotch. I knew that any movement at all from her foot and clog would cause me to violently shoot in my pants. Michele began talking to my wife about places to take me shoe shopping. Without warning and very deliberately, Michele quickly moved the dirty sole of her clog across the outside of my pants. The gentle up and down motion which consisted of only around ten quick strokes was too much for me. I began to shoot hot sticky globs of sperm inside my pants desperately trying to reach Michele's clog so I could kiss it as I came. Michele anticipated my desire for her clog but obviously decided I would have to wait. She stepped hard on the back of my head as I came in my pants, forcing my face into the sheepskin rug. She brutally stepped on the back of my head as if she was stepping on a bug. I could feel my pants filling up with warm sticky semen as the hard leather sole and heel of Michele's clog dug into my head crushing my face and nose into the hardwood floor of our guestroom.

"Oh my God Suzanne!", "Look at your poor husband." "I think he had some kind of attack just now!", Michele giggled. "Todd, did you just come in your pants in front of Michele?!", my wife said angrily. "If you did you had better apologize now!" "I thought you could control yourself better than that you bastard!" "I'm sorry Michele", I stuttered. "You are fucking gross , you pervert." "How could anyone have a thing for feet anyway?", Michele laughed as she looked down on me from her chair. Shaking her head in amazement, Michele slipped her tiny feet into her $400.00 black patent Cole Hahn clogs. I remained on my knees. Standing was out of the question due to the huge wet spot on the front of my pants. Michele pulled the scrunchy off of her pony-tail, shaking her thick blonde hair out as she stood up from the chair. Her legs and clogs were inches away from my face as she primped herself in a compact mirror. Michele non-chalontly turning around purposely raised her right clog, and stepped hard on my pinkie finger, shifting her weight to her right foot to make sure the pain would get my attention.

"OH Shit!", I yelled, you're on my finger! "Toddy!,, are you OK?!", Michele laughed, trying to act as innocent as possible. Her act of concern was followed by more humiliating laughter. "Let's go Suzanne, Todd is just too weird for me", Michele whined. As she started to leave, Michele gave me her classic bitch stare, as if she was warning me to stay out of her shoe collection. She then quickly turned on her right foot,the hard leather stacked heel of her expensive clogs smacking the wood floor as for emphasis. Her pleated skirt blew up to show her beautiful legs as she ran down the stairs, the hard wood heels of her $400.00 clogs clopping behind her. Now was the time I had been waiting for. After an afternoon of humiliation from this little bitch, I decided it was time for revenge. This was the perfect situation; a petite, arrogant bitch, that obviously enjoyed teasing and humiliation. And if this were not reason enough to mess with her "precious" shoes, her apparent obsession with the cost and care of her shoes made me want to ruin her favorite pair.

I waited by the window of the guest room for the car to leave. As soon as they were gone, I opened the doors of the armoire and begin the difficult decision of which pair of shoes to play with. I opened each shoe box and inhaled the unique scent of each pair. The first shoebox contained shoes made by Joan & David of Italy; red flats, size 6-1/2, with little gold star ornaments on the top vamp, each star connected with its own tiny chain. The innersole was smooth white top grain leather and displayed a perfect impression of her bare foot. I placed one of the Joan & David flats to my nose to inhale Michele's scent. The inside of this beautiful shoe was just dirty enough to show that it had been worn barefooted, but not dirty to the point of being undesirable. I continued to look and found the white pumps that Suzanne had thrown on the floor earlier that day. I opened the shoe box to see a note attached to the heel of one of the pumps:

"Hi, Todd, You are being a naughty boy playing with Michele's shoes. I am going to describe your fetish in detail to her while we are shopping tonight. If you thought what I told her this afternoon was humiliating, you will be in shock when I tell her how many times you have shot cum into her precious shoes. When we get home you are going to apologize and offer to replace every pair of her shoes that you have ever cum on or in. You will not cum in her shoes now because I want you to cum later when I teach you a lesson. We plan on getting drunk on expensive wine after shopping, and as you know Michele gets kind of bitchy and mean when she's drunk. So,, I think I will let her watch the punishment I will administer on you. You better be a good slave and stay away from her "cute" shoes, or I will make your punishment extremely severe and humiliating. Suzanne

I decided it would be worth it to wait for Michele and Suzanne. Several hours passed, and then...... Michele and Suzanne were drunk and were both smoking in the front yard. Michele was barefooted and carrying the Cole Hahn clogs in her left hand. Her big patent purse hung around her neck in front of her, her other hand busy with her cigarette. Her dark red lips took a long drag from the cigarette, as her evil eyes pierced me with anger. She exhaled a long stream of smoke and using her cigarette as a pointer, began pointing at me as if to lecture me about something, but instead began laughing hysterically holding her head in her hand and stumbling around the lawn.

"Shoes!", she screamed, "You masturbate in women's shoes!", "You are so disgusting, Toddy!" Michele's anger increased. "You owe me several pair of shoes you bastard!" "I hope you have about 3 grand to spend asshole, because according to Suzanne, you have ruined at least 8 pair of my favorite shoes!" Michele continued even louder as my wife tried not to laugh. "I always wondered why every time I stay at your condo, my shoes are always sticky inside!" "I can't believe you shoot off in my shoes!!", Michele screamed. At this point she looked as if she was about to cry she was so angry. "You AND Suzanne will replace every pair of shoes that your disgusting prick has touched!" Michele was having trouble standing as the long ash of her cigarette fell to the steps of the front porch. As she made her way into the condo to use the bathroom, Suzanne walked over to her and whispered something in her ear. Michele shrieked with anger and was visibly disgusted. "No way, Suzanne!", she screamed, "He is sick!". Michele angrily threw her purse on the lawn spilling its contents everywhere. " I can't believe this!", she screamed, "From now on IF I stay here, I will have to worry about my shoes being ruined by a worthless pervert!" "Suzanne told me that you are the one that messed up my favorite shoes! "I think Suzanne is probably a little upset!" she continued to scream hysterically. "Suzanne has to be married to a sicko that uses womens shoes for masturbation!", Michele continued. "Look at her Todd, she is really upset!"

I looked at Suzanne, her acting job superb. She had set me up and was enjoying every minute of it. She pretended to be sobbing as she held her face in her hands. I was completely and totally humiliated by this planned confrontation. I was so embarrassed that I could hardly speak. BUT, I also was extremely aroused knowing that one of Suzanne's friends knew about my secret and that my wife was getting wet with arousal watching my humiliation in front of this petite "classic bitch". Michele grabbed the front door, throwing it open, stumbling backwards from the momentum. She ran up the stairs and slammed the bathroom door. I looked at Suzanne as she started laughing. "Did you have a "HARD" evening Todd?", she said sarcastically. She then looked down at the huge bulge in my pants and back up at the pitiful look on my face and began to laugh. "Are you ready to play Todd?", "OH, look, our bitchy guest left her clogs out here Todd, I wonder how long she will be in the bathroom?", my wife asked with an evil tone. "Perhaps you had better take her clogs to her."

"No, I don't think that would be a very good idea Suzanne", knowing that I was pissing her off by talking back. "Ok you bastard, get your worthless ass over here and start cleaning these filthy clogs!", Suzanne ordered. I began to crawl on all fours to the front door breathing like a wild animal, my face hot with arousal. I looked up at Suzanne and the wonderful shoes of Michele's. Suddenly and without warning my wife swung a shiny clog around and smacked my cheek hard with the dirty sole. The sound of the contact was worse than the actual pain, until the other clog sole suddenly slapped the other side of my face, almost knocking me over, then the pain was unbelievable. "Did that get your attention, you little shit?", "Or do you need a few more times to really get you in the mood for a shoe cleaning?, Suzanne loudly whispered. "Stick out your tongue slave!",, "NOW!"

I stuck my tongue out, waiting . Suzanne placed one of the clogs over my nose allowing me to briefly inhale Michele's scent, before she deliberately rubbed the sole of the clog all over my tongue, leaving a gritty taste in my mouth. "Lick the outside of the clog too, I want to see the patent leather shine slave.", "Do you taste anything familiar on the shiny leather Todd?",,"Tell me what it is and I might let you stroke your penis inside one of Michele's "cute" shoes until you shoot." I began licking the patent clog frantically knowing that I must hurry before Michele returned downstairs from the bathroom to catch me licking her precious expensive clogs, or even worse catch me fucking one of the shiny clogs. I began to try to determine what was on the outside of Michele's shoes. Knowing my wife it could be anything. I finally decided it must be either wine or Michele's piss that was spilled on the outside of the shoe I was licking. I knew if I was wrong, I would not be allowed to come at all, and would have some other type of verbal humiliation to endure. "It's wine Mistress", I announced without looking up. "Yes, it is you worthless man", but what else is there?" "I think that is all it is." "Wrong dumbass!" ,,SMACK!, my entire body tensed from the hard smack of the clog on my ass. "Little Michele had problems tonight at the restaurant, slave." "Does this give you a clue? "She was severely drunk, needed to pee, and could not get into the bathroom." "The little slut ended up pissing all over the floor outside the ladies room." "She just couldn't hold it, so she let loose all over the floor, her shiny clogs.......I enjoyed watching her loose control slave.....it was so arousing watching that white piss run down her tan legs, the little drops bouncing off of her clogs." "You should have seen the humiliation on her face as she walked back to the table carrying her piss covered patent clogs, crying like a little teenage whore" "As we were ready to leave the restaurant, Michele discovered she had forgotten her clogs, but when we returned to our table, the clogs had disappeared." "Guess where we found the clogs asshole!?"

"I don't know Mistress Suzanne" Suzanne continued, "We found her clogs in your car." (evil laughter), "Or at least that's what I told the little bitch." "But I didn't take them, you know that Suzanne!" SMACK!!...Suzanne slapped my face again with the hard leather sole of Michele's clog. I began to think about this situation. Suddenly it occurred to me that Suzanne must have told Michele that I followed them to the restaurant, stealing the shoes from under their table and then hiding the clogs in my car. Hoping that the clogs would not be found before Michele had to leave for Miami. "Suzanne, you didn't tell...." SMACK! The filthy leather sole struck my cheek making my ear ring. "Yes you mother fucker, I told her that you were the asshole that stole her clogs, and that you hid them in your car!". Suzanne laughed as she continued to rub the toe of the clog on my face. A few times she allowed me to inhale the wonderful scent of Michele's foot that I desperately wanted. "Actually Todd, Michele was so wasted that she didn't even see me put her clogs in the trunk of my car." Suzanne explained. "She was stumbling around in the front yard when I told her I found her clogs." "She is such a stupid ditz that she had no clue where her clogs were." "When she became very angry is when I told her that you stole her clogs, and that I found them in your car." Suzanne smiled and waited for my reaction to her planned setup. "SO she thinks that I stole her shoes....Suzanne that's not fair!", I complained.

"Suzanne grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back hard. "Start stroking your cock slave and start licking Michele's urine from the little bitches clog." Suzanne ordered. Her tone of voice had changed, and I knew that she was becoming more aroused as she waited in anticipation of the total humiliation and degradation she would witness as I licked Michele's dried piss from the patent clog. As I braced myself for the awful job of cleaning Michele's salty, dried piss from the shiny leather, the front door opened and there stood Michele. Her eyes were wide with amazement and the expression on her face indescribable. Michele began laughing at my situation. She seemed satisfied that Suzanne was finally punishing me for my behavior. "Suzanne....just what the hell is going on here?", Michele asked in disbelief. "I told you honey, that I would make him pay for ruining your shoes." "Todd was just getting ready to clean your pee-pee and his sperm from your ColeHahns'.", Suzanne explained. Michele stood silent in disbelief at the sight in front of her. Her friend Suzanne with a handful of my hair, forcing my mouth onto the dirty clog covered with her own urine and my dried cum. I looked up at the beautiful bitch waiting for her reaction to our perverted behavior.

Michele stood silent for a few minutes, her perfectly pedicured feet inches from my face. Speechless, she turned and slammed the door, leaving my wife and I to finish my chore of shoe cleaning. Suzanne remained silent but did not release her brutal grip from my hair. "Do it asshole!", my wife commanded. "Start cleaning Michele's clogs!" "Start licking her clogs slave!" "Clean the bitch's shoes and jerk your cock until you shoot on the ground!" "Ruin those expensive clogs slave!" "Stroke your little cock in that shoe, get it wet and slick with your pre-come, Michele deserves to have her bitchy shoes ruined, hurry slave come, come, come!" Suzanne screamed, her breathing now heavy, her hand busy under her short skirt , her other hand on her knee bracing her body, her ass thrust upwards as two of her fingers worked frantically on her shaved slit to produce an orgasm. I picked up the left clog and slid my hard cock onto the smooth leather innersole. Extreme pleasure and revenge shot through my head as I began to stroke in and out of Michele's clog. My excitement increased as my natural lubrication and the heat of my penis begin to release her perfume, sweat, and the smell of the now damp leather from the interior of the shoe. I was ruining this little bitch's $400.00 clogs. I couldn't wait to listen to her complain about the shoes being sticky or wet. This little bitch deserved every bit of this. I knew I was very close to shooting enough cum to fill the little size six clog when I was brutally reminded that I was to lick the my dried cum and Michele's piss from the other clog as I stroked. My wife slapped my face hard with her manicured hand and ordered me to suck the entire toe of the shiny clog into my mouth. I was aroused to the point of hysteria as Suzanne placed Michele's tiny clog into my mouth. I sucked and licked the little whore's piss from the clog. My wife straddled my back now, her bare feet firmly planted on either side of my crouched body, her perfectly manicured hand slapping my face as I licked and cleaned the shiny surface of Michele's $400.00 clogs.

I stopped sucking on Michele's clog long enough to ask Suzanne if I had permission to come. My wife quickly responded by pulling my hand away from Michele's shoe and replacing it with her own. She then began stroking Michele's clog on my cock, using my body to support herself she could use her other hand to bring herself to another orgasm. "Come slave!, you have my permission!, come in the little sluts shoe!" "COME NOW, do it NOW!!" Suzanne screamed. "I hate this little spoiled bitch, I want you to ruin her precious clogs Todd, squirt all over them!" ,,"NOW, Come NOW!" Suzanne's hand was stroking Michele's clog faster on my cock as I began to shoot huge hot wads of cum. I could hear my sperm splattering as shot after shot went into her expensive clog. Suddenly Suzanne pulled the clog full of come away from my cock, grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled my sucking mouth off of her friends' dirty clog. Suzanne then held the clog up so that my cum would run out and began slinging and dripping my huge load all over my open mouth and outstretched tongue. The thick white fluid dripped on my tongue and began filling my open mouth. A few drops missed my outstretched tongue and fell on the porch.

"Don't you dare swallow it yet!" "You hold it all in your filthy mouth until I give you permission!!", Suzanne screamed. "Stay right here on your hands and knees, you worthless shit, until I tell you it's OK to get up!", Suzanne ordered. Suzanne got off of my back and opened the front door of our condo. "Michele!", Suzanne called. "I have something to show you!" "You have to see this!" Suzanne turned around to see my reaction of terror and disbelief at her invitation to her friend to see me in my current state. On my hands and knees, pants down, mouth full of cum, and Michele's now ruined shoes in front of me on the porch. I could see Michele coming down the stairs, her beautiful bare feet stepping cautiously on each stair. Suzanne smiled as she anticipated Michele's reaction to this humiliating scene. The look on Michele's face when she saw me with a mouth full of my own semen, was indescribable. It was like she just could not believe what was in front of her. She stood for a moment, slowly pulling her blonde hair behind her ears, trying to determine why Suzanne wanted her to see me. "Why are you on the porch with your pants down, Todd?", Michele asked, confused. It was then that she noticed a mess on her precious shoes.

"OH MY GOD!!!", "YOU SICK SON-OF-A-BITCH"...."WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CLOGS...MY $400.00 CLOGS!!!, Michele screamed hysterically. "Suzanne, why are you letting him do this??" "OH, NO NO NO!!" "WHY WHY??!!!" "OH God, I think I'm going to be sick" "Wait Michele", Suzanne ordered, grabbing Michele by the arm. "I want you to watch something." Suzanne pulled Michele from the doorway so that she was standing directly in front of me. I stayed on my knees, not knowing what to expect next from my dominant wife. "SWALLOW IT TODD!"

"OH my God!", Michele cried, as she began gagging at the sight in front of her. "DO IT NOW, ASSHOLE....NOW!!!", Suzanne screamed. As I began to swallow my own cum that my wife had poured from Michele's expensive clog, my wife laughed as Michele continued to gag, and began crying. Suzanne released Michele's arm and she ran upstairs, packed her stuff, before leaving that night. Suzanne didn't hear from Michele again, and fortunately she did forget her black patent clogs. I enjoy the clogs as much as Suzanne allows, and I look forward to another visit from an old friend of Suzanne's.

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REAL SIGHTINGS:

Any old fool can wear stilettos. Many fools do. But it takes considerable intelligence to wield them. There are plenty of high-heeled imbeciles strutting around, arranging parties, working in fashoin and PR, trying to get modelling contracts and secretly toiling as call girls. They may all wear stilettos, but they are not necessarily qualified to do so. Only clever women understand the spike heel's understated finesse, which is as subtle as the serpent of Eden. The type of stiletto girl's Henry Brocklehurst was talking about are the soulless glamourpusses of LA - starlets, chorus girls, mannequins, all glitter, all tinsel, all tabloid. I've known a few of these in my time. They're not worthy wearwers of the sacred stiletto. My high-heeled ideal is also a long way from Masoch's dominatrix Venus in Furs, piercing her victim with her stillettos. I've had personal experience of this type, too - I once received mysterious calls from a flirtatious rich girl in LA who ended every conversation thus: ' I'm flying over to see you, I've booked a Dorchester suit and I'm bringing my stilettos.' ' Well,' I answered, ' you'll need some shoes in London, but I'm not sure stilettos would be the most comfortable.' ' You bet they won't be comfortable!' she snapped with a throaty, ominous laugh. ' They'll be agony! I know what you British public school types!' This was not my sort of stiletto woman. We never met and later a friend confessed to giving my number to the spike -heeled dominatrix in LA, whom he had told to ' call Sebag, he worships stiletto pain!' No, the true stiletto woman, the one that Brocklehurst is unwisely turning his back on, differs fundamentally from the obvious starlet type, or the sadistic dominatrix. Her glamour is more subtle, although, to be honest, it is not really the glamour that attracts me. I don't look at her shoes or her shoulderpads. I just look into her eyes and I can see all I need to know there. The real stioletto woman is a Dumas heroine, such as the countess de Winter in The Three Musketeers. She's the courageous, well dressed woman of cool intelligence who is perfectly capable of making love at teatime, holding an early-evening salon for the emperor and his generals, selling some bonds after dinner, meeting her poet lover for a rendezvous around 10 and starting a war at midnight. Augustus's Empress Livia, despite wearing sandals, was stiletto to the soul, and the first of her kind. She was the beautiful, ruthless and intelligent force behind Augustus's seizure of power and his creation of the Roman Empire. Stiletto women are often writers or politicians, with quills as effective as their heels. Paragons of the species are Lady Antonia Fraser, Coco Chanel, Dianna Rigg, Colette, Catherines Deneuve and the Great, Margaret Thatcher, Edna O'Brien and American novelists Anne Rice and Susanna Moore. Doyenne of the all is the long-legged writer and beauty Barbara Amiel. The reason the girl in stilettos is so attractive is that her intelligence is matched by her personality and joie de vivre. Her beauty is matched by her capacity for pleasure. Once home, the public image of the ruthless predator with her stabbing heels is balanced by her ability to be cosy. It is the public coolness of a woman of the stiletto-borne intelligence that makes her private warmth all the more valuable.

Simon Sebag Montefiore.

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SEEKING/OFFERING:

I am looking for Joan and David womens shoes. Size 6 to 7 1/2, patent leather preferably black. The more expensive they were originally the better. Also other Italian made "bitch" shoes would be ok. Thanks 104067.742@compuserve.com

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