And now for something completely different. Cuckold shoe shopping. Part I.
I know it’s been a little heavy ’round here as of late. By now you must know that I’m not a real exciting blog, more of a dance with my internal demons for your enjoyment. But occasionally I can put out some hot literotica like the rest of you. Thought I should probably lighten things up with some today. This is a story that is historical fiction in the life of Ms. R and L. ; some of it happened, some of it was chickened out on by participants, some of it is embellishment. I’ll let you guess which is which.
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I drove home from work late that afternoon, steaming. It was Texas summer hot, and the silk stockings I’d worn were soaked in sweat. My last pair. Earlier, after seeing a client downtown, I’d had to run some vanilla errands at the courthouse, which meant parking and walking a few miles. I found a space just a block away, crossed the street and accidentally stepped in some overheated (melted- it does that here) asphalt tar, ruining the red Italian leather peep-toe sling-backs which were my favorite- and most expensive- pair of shoes. The traffic ahead of me was slower than normal and I watched the outside temperature gauge rise past 110. The radio traffic report was bad news: an overturned tanker. I flipped open the cell and called L., who had been blissfully laying around at my place for days.
“Listen close. When I get home, you will have me a bath ready. You will be prepared for a very nice evening out. You will make reservations. You will get my new dress out for me. And you will be ready for me when I get there. Do you hear me?”
He knew how to answer.
“Yes Ma’am“
I got home and he met me at the door, naked. I handed him my load of paperwork and purse and took the glass of my favorite white wine, Caymus Connundrum, he had in his hand. I kicked off my ruined shoes and began peeling off my stockings as I led towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind me. I turned around to tell him to hurry up, only to catch him picking up the stockings and sniffing them and touching himself furtively, having left my papers in a pile on the floor. He caught my glare and dropped to his knees before I got to him, and grabbed a handful of hair.
“You’ve had all day to do that. Pick up this mess and meet me in the bathroom. Everything had better be ready.”
It was. My bath was drawn, steaming hot. The sandalwood candles I liked best were lit. Towels were waiting on the counter. I sat on the edge of the tub and waited for L.; I didn’t want to soil my bathwater with my sweaty feet. As he crawled around the corner I raised one foot, and he almost instinctively began licking it, mouthing every surface gently, sucking it clean. I let him finish and offered the other, telling him to hurry. I didn’t want the shoe store to close. I sank into my bath and lay back, closing my eyes letting the hot water rush over my body. L. waited until I opened my eyes and nodded at him, and began to wash and massage my feet and legs. He worked his way slowly over the rest of my body. I sat up and leaned forward on my arms, wrapping them around my knees, waiting for him to wash my hair. I turned to look at him and ask what he was waiting for when he leaned over and whispered:
“Did you get fucked good today Mistress?”
I didn’t answer.
“Was he good? Did he cum a lot? Did you make him cum a lot?”
“Yes. He was good. I stayed an extra hour for free and soaked his bed, he fucked me so good. I made him cum four times. Let him fuck me hard, he filled me up with a great big cock. Did you think about that all day? Me being fucked while you waited here at home?”
I reached down and grabbed his hard cock, just below the head, now covered in precum.
“Did you let him cum in your pussy?” he was practically drooling.
“You know the answer to that. Why are you still obsessing about it? You know what, go cancel the dinner reservation and get dressed. I have a new plan.”
L. was obsessed cum, with watching men cum, with the idea of another man coming inside of me, and with the idea licking it clean. But he’d always chickened out when given the opportunity. This questioning was a daily after work ritual between us, and he’d been very focused on my client’s orgasms pretty heavily lately, and I’d had enough.
I quickly washed my own hair and went to dress in the bedroom. A light corset, short silk print dress, strappy5 inch sandals; no panties. L. returned to the bedroom with a quizzical look on his face. I told him to dress as I finished up my makeup and put on my jewelry. I watched as he started to dress in the suit I’d picked out for him a few months before. He was tall and broad with a nice but hefty build, and had a bad habit of wearing a single pair of shorts and only free giveaway polos and teeshirts from vendors and tech companies he worked with, along with….a fanny pack. Which was, simply, not allowed in my presence. I’d chosen a deep turquoise polished cotton shirt and classically tailored double breasted navy suit with a tiny turquoise pinstripe, almost imperceptible. Much better; but tonight it was missing something. I stopped him and handed him my dirty panties from earlier. His cock throbbed, bobbing a bit; and reminded me this would be a perfect time for him to experiment with the chastity device we’d bought. I told him so and he froze. He’d insisted on trying it, but never wanted to wear it in public. I didn’t care tonight; and he didn’t fight me once he saw the look on my face. On it went, then the panties, then the suit.
We got in the car and I told him to drive to a certain upscale department store I’d scouted a few weeks before with a night like this in mind. I tucked the shoulder belt behind me and turned to face L. in my seat, my back to the window; putting a heel in his lap and parting my legs. I sat back and rubbed my clit, watching L. try not to look as I told him every last detail of my morning detante with my client.
By the time we got to the almost empty parking lot the sun was going down and the heat had subsided; but L. had worked up beads of sweat on his brow as I had worked myself into a wet orgasm in full view of several people in traffic. I re-adjusted my clothes as I waited for him to make it around to my car door. As he opened it I swung my legs out and sat spread eagle on the edge of the seat. I motioned with a finger for him to come closer, and as he leant down, pushed him to his knees on the ground. I ran my hands trough his hair and told him to get his last taste of cum-free pussy. He looked confused but complied without hesitating; burying his face between my thighs eagerly and lapping up my juices. I stopped him just short of orgasming again and had him stand in front of the door while I stood and straightened myself. The store would be closing soon and I wanted to be inside before it did.
As we walked through the store towards the shoe department, I caught the eye of a particular hot young salesman I’d been in to flirt with several times over the past few months. We’d exchanged email addresses and gone quite a bit beyond shoe salesman flirting. I’d suggested to him that I’d love to take it further, but with L. in tow; expecting not to hear from him again. Hot salesboy surprised me, messaging back admitting he was bi and would love helping me put my cucky in his place. We had made some standing plans and he knew what to expect when he saw me with a husky 40 something man following a few steps behind.
I meandered the shoe department, stopping to fondle a nice boot, picking up several pairs of heels and handing them to L., telling him to go find a salesboy and ask for these in a size 7; knowing Jason, my salesboy, was laying in wait. As I found a seat near the back of the department I heard the automated announcement that the store was closing in 5 minutes. I heard Jason tell the other salesman at the cash register to go ahead and cash out, he’d stay late and take care of these customers. I looked around; L. and I were the only ones left; perfect. I watched as L. handed Jason the shoes and sized him up as he headed towards the store room. I could tell he was trying to check out his package, a habit I’d noticed recently. Amused, I leaned back and called to him, patting the chair to my left. He came and sat, putting his arm around me as if to make it any clearer, I was with him. When he did I leaned in, placing a hand firmly on his thigh just below his cock; and whispered close to his ear, so it’d send chills down his neck:
“I bet you’d like to see that pretty boy’s cock wouldn’t you? I saw you checking it out, you dirty little cum eater. You want to suck it, don’t you? I’ll bet you want to see him cum….his balls slapping against my ass…his big load of cum dripping out of me…”
I continued, hissing louder and louder a continuous stream, filthier and louder as I grabbed his hand and slid it between my legs…
L. turned purple and stiffened, shushing me as Jason rounded the corner with a stack of boxes.
“Here we go; I had all of these in a 7 except for the Ferragamos, which I brought in a 6.5 and a 7.5….” he rambled on with his salesman schlep, pulling up one of those shoe salesman seats with the slanted mirror.
I scooted up to the edge of the seat and placed my left sandaled foot on the ramp between Jason’s knees. As he began unlacing my shoe I turned to look at L., whose eyes were as big as saucers as he looked at the mirrored ramp, in which my swollen clit peeking through wet labia was plainly displayed for all three of us to see. I put my hand on his knee reassuringly and watched as Jason looked up and winked at him. He lifted my left foot to the floor, placed my right foot on the bench, and then reached over and gently moved my left knee aside, parting my legs. I looked back at L. … who looked first shocked, then slowly as if it was all coming into focus now.
I grabbed L.’s hand again, pressing it between my thighs.
“Tell Jason how good my pussy is. Isn’t it? Tell him how you’d like to watch him fuck me. Spread me open for him.”
I watched L. stammer as he parroted me, looking both excited and as if he might implode with humiliation right there; his hands shaking.
I parted my knees wider, putting L.’s hands in place and leaning over to run my tongue up the side of his neck and suck his earlobe into my mouth before biting it.
“Do IT.”
I’ll finish part two before the weekend is over. Right now I have to go enjoy some sunshine and laugh about teasing you with half a story.
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**oops**-sorry, I accidentally deleted a sentence when editing this. Here it is in case you missed it…
“We … can’t…. The doors… Aren’t there other people here?”
He sputtered. Jason and I exchanged looks and I gripped L.’s wrists and pushed his hands away as we kissed deeply. He stood, tossing some unpackaged stockings from the floor into L.’s lap.
“You were right. You wanna take care of him while I go double check that my manager’s gone?” he scoffed., turning on his heel towards the stockroom.
I pushed the stool forward with my foot, turning as I stood to face L., pushing a knee between his and up against the edge of the chair. I leaned over and grabbed him by the shirt collar with both hands, and placed all of my weight on my other knee, on his thigh.
“Listen up. You’re going to do as you’re told. This was all your big idea in the first place…and now what? You’re scared?”
I put my other knee in his lap and climbed on top of him, clutching his collar with both hands tightly, coming nose to nose with L..
“I’m getting those shoes and that boy and you’re going to watch and enjoy paying for both.”
I let go of his shirt and pushed him to the back of the chair with one hand on his breastbone. I picked up one of the stockings and shoved it in his mouth. He didn’t struggle. I grabbed another and forced his arm to the armrest, tying it tightly at the elbow to the armrest and back bar of the chair. I turned to tie the other and he had already put it in place, I tied it quickly. Settling to my knees , straddling his lap, I took the stocking from his mouth and leaned down to kiss him, running my hands though his hair. Giving his eagerness away, he returned my kiss hungrily, trying to touch me despite his constraints, his body rising to meet mine, his cock cage grinding against me. I gripped his hair and pulled him into a deep kiss , sucking his breath away before lifting my chin and exposing my neck to his gasping licks and mouthing. He gasped as I pinched a nipple tightly through his shirt and stood, pulling his head back by the hair with my other hand. I looked him in the eye questioningly, without a word. He knew this was the moment, if he was really going to back out, to say something.
“Yes.”
A half-moan-half-whisper escaped his lips. My smile was irrepressible, and I’m willing to bet, a bit evil.
I kissed him again, pulling him close. A special kiss.
Then I pushed him back to the seat, quickly unbuttoning his pants and working them down past L.’s panties, exposing them and the bulge of plastic they poorly covered underneath. I heard him inhale in shock/almost-protest, and put my hand over his mouth. Shaking my head at him, I leaned over and picked up the slightly damp stocking; pushing it back into his mouth. His eyes were wide as saucers.
Jason’s warm hand on my hip and hard cock pressing against my ass were a surprise; I hadn’t heard him some up behind me. He put one hand on each of my hips and pulled me towards him as I stood. He’d stripped naked in the stockroom, and come back sporting an enormous hard tool, which was now throbbing as we kissed and he quickly worked my sundress off with his hands. I reached behind me, running my hand along his hipline, stroking his balls as he caressed my breasts and nibbled my neck. Running his tongue along the outer edge of my ear, he slid a hand between my legs and whispered
“Everyone’s gone, I locked up. He’s ready?”
I nodded, running my hand up and down his thick shaft as he played with me, pressing up against me, breathing hard.
“You didn’t mention the panties. Or the…what’s that?”
“I didn’t tell you? L.’s not in charge of his penis; I am. He’s not allowed to touch it, or me, unless I say. In fact, for a while now, he hasn’t been allowed to touch either unless I have another man’s cum inside of me.”
“And the panties?”
“Well, I just thought he needed to remember who wears the panties in this relationship. Doesn’t he look ridiculous in them?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s the point.”
Jason grinned. I turned around and we kissed and felt each other’s bodies for several minutes before I stopped and turned to L.
“You’re not feeling left out are you? Awww..”
I chided, stepping closer and sitting on his knee. I still had Jason’s cock in my hand and fondled it as he also came closer, standing just between L.’s knees. I could see L. straining against his chastity device as he looked at Jason’s 9 or 10 inches, and I held his gaze as I delicately flicked my tongue over the tip, teasing them both for several minutes. Jason began to throb and moan as I licked his balls and then all the way up to his cock’s head, sucking it in. I pushed L.’s pants down to his ankles and his knees further apart, and settled back against his chest, drawing Jason towards me. I could feel L’s breath quicken as I began to slowly suck the giant cock just inches from his face. Jason put his outside foot on the chair next to L., giving us both full view of his powerful thighs and swinging balls. I watched L.’s eyes follow every move, locked on the union of my tongue and another man’s cock. I stopped and pulled the stocking back out of his mouth, kissing him and reaching back to grab a handful of hair as I held Jason ready, pulling him close. I partially broke the kiss but kept our tongues in contact, pushing Jason’s cock between our lips so that we were both licking it and kissing around it. L. eagerly opened his mouth, and Jason thrust himself deep into it. L. moaned a bit as Jason began to slowly fuck his mouth, trying to pull back- but I had his hair and held him firmly in place and pushed Jason’s hips further towards him. His eyes began to water and make lovely little gurgling noises as Jason’s pace increased. I reached down and rubbed myself as I murmured to L.
“Suck it like a good bitch. I want you to know just what it’s like to suck cock. You’re going to suck that cock and then watch while he fucks me in your lap, so you can have the same view I have.”
Jason pulled out of L.’s mouth, looking self satisfied, and leant down to kiss me. I adjusted in L.’s lap until I was leaning back on him like a recliner, my legs straddling his, as Jason moved between them. He dropped to his knees and began teasing me with his tongue, spreading my lips and licking my clit lightly. I turned my head to make sure L. was watching, kissing him as he continued to watch. Jason increased the pressure and began eating me in earnest, bringing me to a quick orgasm. He rose, planting his lips on L.’s and sharing my juices with him in a kiss as he readied himself between my legs.
He entered me swiftly, and thrust himself deep, pressing deeper for a moment as he came nose to nose with L., gasping.
“Oh, that’s good. You’d better watch like your woman says”
He pressed my knees further apart and began to fuck me with deep purposeful strokes, his balls pressing against me with each one. Before long I began a chain of orgasms that lasted until we were both covered in sweat, moving frenetically. Jason was a machine, rhythmically pounding harder and faster. His balls hung low, and were now slapping against L.’s thighs as he moaned. I could feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me, sending me into another wave of orgasm as L. whispered, chanted…
“Yes. Fuck her. Fuck her good…fill her up with your cum…Yes, fuck my Mistress.”
His eyes were glued on the wet shaft sliding in and out of me, and he’d struggled with his arm ties so that they’d all migrated to his elbows, leaving his hands free to grasp Jason’s hips as if he was the one being fucked. I could feel his orgasm coming as L. and I encouraged him. I milked him with my pussy – I couldn’t wait to feel that hot rush of fluid; and came, a loud, wet orgasm, as it filled me. Jason lay there spent for a moment before pulling his cock from me, and his cum rushed down my ass cheeks, mixed with my own juices, and began to drip on L.’s panties and thighs. I stood and turned around, standing in L.’s chair so I could place a knee to either side of his head on the back rest. His face was flushed, mouth open. No hesitation now. I reached between my legs and spread myself, squeezing my muscles until cum poured from me onto his extended tongue and down his chin. He lifted his head to reach me, just out of his reach, and slowly began to lick me, thoroughly and hungrily slurping the cum down. Jason untied L.’s arms and they wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as I shuddered at his hot tongue burrowing deep in my just fucked pussy. I spread myself, exposing my clit, watching L.’s tongue lapping at me covered in pearly cum without noticing Jason sit next to us, jacking off as he watched. I began to feel my own cum well up inside my belly and moaned, grabbing L’s hair and holding his head in place. As I rode his face into a roaring , squirting orgasm, Jason got up and kneeled in the chair next to us, stroking his cock just above L’s face and showering it with a smaller load of cum as they both groaned. I stood back- L. was soaked- covered in cum, and had cum, himself, his panties wet and clinging to the plastic cage on his little cock.
He just sat there, slumped, dazed, as Jason and I exchanged kisses and began cleaning up. I reached in L.’s pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing his credit card to Jason and motioning towards the stack of shoe boxes.
“Bag those up for me, while we get cleaned up, doll.”
He ambled off towards the stockroom with the boxes, grinning. I slipped my dress back on and turned to L.
“You shouldn’t have cum…because I’m going to get fucked twice tonight, and the second time could’ve been you. Too bad. Who knows when you’ll get another chance…”
It’s all about the boots, baby…
In thinking about where I land in the dominant female spectrum, I’ve covered a lot of personal ground. Heavy duty stuff, most of it; I suspect that is the case for most. But fortunately some of my memories simply make me laugh and smile; more so now that I can link the events to something more meaningful to me than simply something my family thought was odd, or got me into trouble. Some are simply ironic, and some, now that I look at them, are just so blatantly obvious pointers to who I would become that it’s really amazing.
This is one. I was having a discussion with Alexandra recently about early evidence of a dominant personality in our childhoods and the various ways that presented itself, and -as is almost always the case- a side discussion about shoes, boots in particular. This picture, and the accompanying family story (although I had the story wrong, or, there is ANOTHER one of these out there, with me naked on the side of the road, in same boots…which is a scary thought) came to mind immediately. Not just in thinking of early signs of dominance, but of exhibitionism, love of adoration, love of nakedness, and of course, love of boots.
Apparently I demanded these boots for my birthday. That’s all I wanted- I had discerning taste even just a few years into life. So, as you see, I got them. And, at some point my parents turned their attention away from me long enough for me to strip down and put them on….and dad, camera ever present, snapped this photo. Which I have always said should have been their first clue about me. I could probably wax poetic or explore the subject more; but I’m down today and I don’t wanna. I’d rather hear how adorable I am in those white boots and find a grown up matching pair for “after” shots. Alexandra said it was precocious. I think it’s just…ME!
Smells like some Femdom on the Stove…
A little thing you should about me is that I am so nostalgic I can hardly function. Can’t help it. I grew up early enough to catch the imagery of the 50’s and 60’s, and in a part of the country that stayed that way into the 70’s. I come from a family of story tellers, teachers, reporters, scrapbookers …packrats.
Recently, my grandmother and spinster aunt who lived with her both passed away. And they were the ultimate ‘collectors’. Of everything. And, left it all to a family member who didn’t care too much to keep it, with understandable reasons. Long story short, as a result I have, in each room of my house, several boxes (as well as lots of unpacked stuff) of papers, scrapbooks half completed, play programs, postcards, matchbooks, maps…the stuff we all save and don’t ever do anything with. Much of this stuff will go at some point, I’m sure; but it needed going through, and I’d run out of time at the house before the estate sale, so I shoved the boxes in the car and brought them home. I’m going through them, slowly; and… the things I find. Wow. So telling of so much; it’s amazing what a box of papers and whatnots will tell you about a person. I find myself thinking a lot about the impact these women had on me, the impact my upbringing and environment had on my dominant desires and sexuality. I find so much tongue-in-cheek humor and things told to women…advice on how to catch a man, marry well, get what you want, control your man…that, while coming from a very misogynistic place, actually have not so hidden undertones of female superiority. It’s also just strange to look back on a world now so foreign and romanticized through these things.
Anyway. I found a cache of papers of my aunts that were in a box of stuff circa 1965- early ’70’s. ..about her late high school, college years. A pamphlet “Adjustment Within Marriage, Christian Answers to Family Problems”- which I haven’t even looked at yet, some papers, typed out- “Help Towards a Good Sex Adjustment in Marriage”- which is really fairly sound and open minded for the time, “What is a Wife?”, and “What is a Husband?”- also have not read yet, “The Girl I Won’t Marry”- which I will save for another post, and “49 Ways to Make Marriage More Exciting- Condensed From McCall’s”. Which is funny. And had this little “Important Recipe” at the end, that, read from a Femdom point of view, is even better! So, I had to share. I’m sure the original author, and my aunt, are somewhere, scandalized. My apologies.
A Most Important Recipe:
“Select the best man you can find and brush him carefully to rid him of any indifference. Be careful not to beat him as you would an egg, or cream, for beating will make him tough and apt to froth at the mouth.
Lift him gently into the home-preserving kettle and tie him with strong cords of affection which are not easily broken. Do not sear him with sarcasm, for that causes sputtering which may ultimately result in spontaneous combustion. Scramble when difficulties arise.
Do not soak him in liquor, for excessive draughts will make him mushy and spongy with your friends.
It is best to let him simmer tenderly at will, to blend tactfully with dressing and seasoning. Stuff him one hour before taking him out or before asking a favor of him.
Flavor him with oil of happiness, an ounce of understanding and a bushel of fun an laughter.
Should he seem weak or troubled with feminine infatuations, smother him in onions and double your charm.
Do not spoil him by overindulgence, but serve him daily on a platter of strength and courage, garnish with clean shirts and collars.”
