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04-06-2003, 10:28 PM
This is another story I found in a copy of a magazine called FootNotes the author is foot slave louis I hope it is ok to write it here, again I have never seen it on the net and the magazine is from 1990....So again all i am is the mokey typing it onto the computer....I hope you all enjoy it let me know.....
......Vanessa's Scratching Post......
It was a cold, rainy Friday afternoon, and I was busy at my desk pouring through a stack of paper work. Over the past ten years, through a combination of hard work and good luck, I had become one of Philadelphia's most successful divorce lawyers. On this dreary winter afternoon, however, I could not keep my mind on my work. In two weeks, I was scheduled to appear in court on behalf of Mrs. Olivia Prescott, a wealthy client who was in the midst of an acrimonious divorce from her husband of thirty five years. Ordinarily, I would have been spending the weekend viewing an endless supply of depositions, financial reports and income-tax returns in preparation for Mrs. Prescott's property settlement hearing. However, on this particular weekend, I would not be doing any legal work.
The phone call had come very late on Wednesday night summoning me to the opulent Main Line estate of Mistress Vanessa Devereaux, a former client of mine who had ultimately become my Dominant Queen. Mistress Vanessa had instructed me to be at her estate no later than seven o'clock Friday evening. I would be spending the weekend as her submissive foot servant.
Mistress Vanessa was a stickler for punctuality. Consequentially, I made a special effort to leave the office by 5:30p.m. I knew that the Friday evening traffic on the expressway would be brutal, and I wanted to give myself as much time as possible lest I incur the wrath of the lovely but sometimes cruel and sadistic, Goddess Vanessa.
At 5:15 p.m. my secretary, Donna, came into my office to say good night. Donna was a very attractive 25 year old brunette with a gorgeous figure and a great personality. Quite frankly, she was the best legal secretary a lawyer could ever want. I paid her rather handsomely, but she earned every penny of her salary.
After saying good night to the always cheerful Donna, I thought back to the day I had hired her. Donna arrived for her interview dressed in a very professional manor except for the grey, opened toed pumps on her feet which revealed her pretty, well pedicured toenails. I had always suffered from a very serious foot fetish, and Donna's sexy blood red polished toenails commanded my undivided attention. Among a group of extremely well qualified candidates, Donna got the job mainly because her legs and feet were so pleasing to my eyes. Over the years, I had often dreamed of kissing and licking Donna's pretty feet; but as a strict rule, I did not mix business with pleasure at the office.
Glancing at my watch, I noticed that it was time for me to leave. I quickly packed my briefcase and bolted for the parking garage. After tipping the attendant, I jumped behind the wheel of my Porsche and headed for my first stop, a centre city liquor store. Mistress Vanessa loved champagne, and I wanted to surprise her with a magnum of Dom Perignon.
After leaving the liquor store, I made my way toward the entrance to the expressway. As I had feared, the traffic was bumper to bumper. A light snow had begun to fall, and I knew that I was in for a long ride. I popped a tape into the cassette player and settled back for the slow journey. As I drove towards my rendezvous with Mistress Vanessa, my thoughts drifted back to that hot summer day three years ago when I first met her……..
Vanessa Devereaux had been married to a very wealthy, world renowned cardiologist, twenty five years her senior. They had lived in a luxurious mansion in a picturesque community on Philadelphia's ritzy Main Line. A friend of Vanessa's another former client of mine, had recommended my services to her. Vanessa and the good doctor had decided to call it quits after five stormy years of marriage. Actually, it was Dr. Devereaux who had filed suit, citing adultery and physical and emotional cruelty as the grounds for divorce.
When Vanessa arrived at my office for a consultation, every head in the room turned in her direction. She simply radiated elegance. I, along with everyone else in the office, was absolutely astonished at her beauty. She wore a shocking pink halter dress that clung to her every curve. She was tall, 5'10", with the graceful body of an athlete. Her deeply tanned legs were a mile long and shapely toned. She had the face of a movie starlet with long blonde hair and sensuous blue eyes. Vanessa's hands were very dainty, but they were capped with inch long nails polished a light shade of pink. Her pretty feet were encased in five inch, spike heeled Lucite sandals, and her toes were adorned with unusually long and pointy toenails also polished light pink.
I introduced myself, and I invited Vanessa to have a seat on the couch in my office. I grabbed a yellow legal pad and sat next to her on the couch. As Donna came in with a tray of cold drinks, I found myself staring intently at Vanessa's gorgeous legs and feet.
"When you're finished gawking at my legs, Mr. DeAngelo," Vanessa stated very sarcastically, "perhaps we can get down to business. I understand that you're one of the best divorce lawyers in Philadelphia. I do hope you won't disappoint me."
I blushed like a school boy caught peeking into the girl's locked room. I was caught totally off guard. Vanessa was obviously a woman who was used to getting whatever she wanted. I did my best to assure her that she had made a wise choice in hiring me.
"Mr. DeAngelo," she said, "I'll get right to the point. My husband has filed for a divorce. He is worth millions, and I want my rightful share of it."
"Mrs. Devereaux," I replied, "I guarantee that you will get a generous chunk of the marital estate. However, I must ask you about your husband's allegations of adultery and physical and emotional cruelty. If his accusations are true, they may have a bearing on the property settlement."
"Mr. DeAngelo," she responded, "can I be perfectly frank with you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Devereaux," I replied, "all conversations between the two of us are strictly confidential. And please, call me Louis."
"Well, Louis," she began, "my husband and I had a very unusual relationship. You see, my husband has very strong submissive tendencies. And very early in our marriage, he made it clear that he wanted me to become his Dominant Mistress."
This last statement caused my eyebrows to arch in curiosity. I scribbled away furiously on my yellow legal pad.
"In the beginning, I truly did love my husband. He is very handsome, and despite the disparity in our ages, we were very compatible. My husband can be a very charming man. As a new bride, I wanted to do everything I could to please him. Accordingly, I agreed to dominate him both mentally and physically in the privacy of our home. I must admit that, at first, I was very uncomfortable playing the role of dominatrix. Gradually, however, I grew fond of ordering my husband around and of treating him like a worthless piece of shit. And I used to enjoy whipping his back and ass to a bloody pulp and peeing all over his face."
......Vanessa's Scratching Post......
It was a cold, rainy Friday afternoon, and I was busy at my desk pouring through a stack of paper work. Over the past ten years, through a combination of hard work and good luck, I had become one of Philadelphia's most successful divorce lawyers. On this dreary winter afternoon, however, I could not keep my mind on my work. In two weeks, I was scheduled to appear in court on behalf of Mrs. Olivia Prescott, a wealthy client who was in the midst of an acrimonious divorce from her husband of thirty five years. Ordinarily, I would have been spending the weekend viewing an endless supply of depositions, financial reports and income-tax returns in preparation for Mrs. Prescott's property settlement hearing. However, on this particular weekend, I would not be doing any legal work.
The phone call had come very late on Wednesday night summoning me to the opulent Main Line estate of Mistress Vanessa Devereaux, a former client of mine who had ultimately become my Dominant Queen. Mistress Vanessa had instructed me to be at her estate no later than seven o'clock Friday evening. I would be spending the weekend as her submissive foot servant.
Mistress Vanessa was a stickler for punctuality. Consequentially, I made a special effort to leave the office by 5:30p.m. I knew that the Friday evening traffic on the expressway would be brutal, and I wanted to give myself as much time as possible lest I incur the wrath of the lovely but sometimes cruel and sadistic, Goddess Vanessa.
At 5:15 p.m. my secretary, Donna, came into my office to say good night. Donna was a very attractive 25 year old brunette with a gorgeous figure and a great personality. Quite frankly, she was the best legal secretary a lawyer could ever want. I paid her rather handsomely, but she earned every penny of her salary.
After saying good night to the always cheerful Donna, I thought back to the day I had hired her. Donna arrived for her interview dressed in a very professional manor except for the grey, opened toed pumps on her feet which revealed her pretty, well pedicured toenails. I had always suffered from a very serious foot fetish, and Donna's sexy blood red polished toenails commanded my undivided attention. Among a group of extremely well qualified candidates, Donna got the job mainly because her legs and feet were so pleasing to my eyes. Over the years, I had often dreamed of kissing and licking Donna's pretty feet; but as a strict rule, I did not mix business with pleasure at the office.
Glancing at my watch, I noticed that it was time for me to leave. I quickly packed my briefcase and bolted for the parking garage. After tipping the attendant, I jumped behind the wheel of my Porsche and headed for my first stop, a centre city liquor store. Mistress Vanessa loved champagne, and I wanted to surprise her with a magnum of Dom Perignon.
After leaving the liquor store, I made my way toward the entrance to the expressway. As I had feared, the traffic was bumper to bumper. A light snow had begun to fall, and I knew that I was in for a long ride. I popped a tape into the cassette player and settled back for the slow journey. As I drove towards my rendezvous with Mistress Vanessa, my thoughts drifted back to that hot summer day three years ago when I first met her……..
Vanessa Devereaux had been married to a very wealthy, world renowned cardiologist, twenty five years her senior. They had lived in a luxurious mansion in a picturesque community on Philadelphia's ritzy Main Line. A friend of Vanessa's another former client of mine, had recommended my services to her. Vanessa and the good doctor had decided to call it quits after five stormy years of marriage. Actually, it was Dr. Devereaux who had filed suit, citing adultery and physical and emotional cruelty as the grounds for divorce.
When Vanessa arrived at my office for a consultation, every head in the room turned in her direction. She simply radiated elegance. I, along with everyone else in the office, was absolutely astonished at her beauty. She wore a shocking pink halter dress that clung to her every curve. She was tall, 5'10", with the graceful body of an athlete. Her deeply tanned legs were a mile long and shapely toned. She had the face of a movie starlet with long blonde hair and sensuous blue eyes. Vanessa's hands were very dainty, but they were capped with inch long nails polished a light shade of pink. Her pretty feet were encased in five inch, spike heeled Lucite sandals, and her toes were adorned with unusually long and pointy toenails also polished light pink.
I introduced myself, and I invited Vanessa to have a seat on the couch in my office. I grabbed a yellow legal pad and sat next to her on the couch. As Donna came in with a tray of cold drinks, I found myself staring intently at Vanessa's gorgeous legs and feet.
"When you're finished gawking at my legs, Mr. DeAngelo," Vanessa stated very sarcastically, "perhaps we can get down to business. I understand that you're one of the best divorce lawyers in Philadelphia. I do hope you won't disappoint me."
I blushed like a school boy caught peeking into the girl's locked room. I was caught totally off guard. Vanessa was obviously a woman who was used to getting whatever she wanted. I did my best to assure her that she had made a wise choice in hiring me.
"Mr. DeAngelo," she said, "I'll get right to the point. My husband has filed for a divorce. He is worth millions, and I want my rightful share of it."
"Mrs. Devereaux," I replied, "I guarantee that you will get a generous chunk of the marital estate. However, I must ask you about your husband's allegations of adultery and physical and emotional cruelty. If his accusations are true, they may have a bearing on the property settlement."
"Mr. DeAngelo," she responded, "can I be perfectly frank with you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Devereaux," I replied, "all conversations between the two of us are strictly confidential. And please, call me Louis."
"Well, Louis," she began, "my husband and I had a very unusual relationship. You see, my husband has very strong submissive tendencies. And very early in our marriage, he made it clear that he wanted me to become his Dominant Mistress."
This last statement caused my eyebrows to arch in curiosity. I scribbled away furiously on my yellow legal pad.
"In the beginning, I truly did love my husband. He is very handsome, and despite the disparity in our ages, we were very compatible. My husband can be a very charming man. As a new bride, I wanted to do everything I could to please him. Accordingly, I agreed to dominate him both mentally and physically in the privacy of our home. I must admit that, at first, I was very uncomfortable playing the role of dominatrix. Gradually, however, I grew fond of ordering my husband around and of treating him like a worthless piece of shit. And I used to enjoy whipping his back and ass to a bloody pulp and peeing all over his face."