LuvsHerHeels
10-13-2009, 7:29 PM
This is a story I started on a site called writing.com
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Jessica.
Goddess Jessica.
Was it really her?
Or is it just my imagination.
It is 8:55pm on a friday night. The store closes in 5 minutes. I have only just started working at "Designer Shoes" this week, a new store in Beverly Hills on Rodeo Drive.
I spent the entire week working in the stockroom, as it was our grand opening, and as the lowest level , inexperienced salesperson, I was to keep the stockroom in order while the other sales staff took care of customers. Our store was very high end, designer shoes only.
But now, everyone has left, and my job was to simply close up for the night. But then SHE walked in...all alone, no one with her.
"Still open" she asked with a smile.
"Yes, of course" I answered.
"Excuse me a moment", and I went to close and lock the door.
"I dont want anyone alse to come in, as you will be the last customer tonight before we close. No hurry, I'll stay as long as you wish"...."Just look around and let me know how I can help".
"Thanks" she said with that beautiful smile.
Goddess Jessica....wearing a short, loose, summer like silky dress, solid red, length about 3 inches above the knee. Bare legs, beautiful tan, simple black flip-flops with a 2 inch platform sole on her perfectly pedicured feet. Bright red toes to match the dress.
I was in heaven.
I tried my best to keep my cool and asked her to sit down. She sat down on the bench in front of me.
"Do you know who I am" she asked.
"Of course, I know who you are. How could I not know. You are only the most beautiful actress in the world" I replied.
She smiled and looked down. "Its just that you didn't say anything when I came in. Most people are all over me by this stage, asking me for autographs and taking photos of me".
I explained that I was there in a professional capacity and didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
"But I am here to wait on you, and to help you try on shoes, and to make your pretty feet look even prettier ... if that is possible" I said.
She blushed and asked if her feet really looked nice or if I was just trying to flatter her to make a sale.
I seized this perfect opportunity to be at her feet. I felt nervous but tried desparately to keep my cool. I knelt down in front of her and casually said "well in my professional opinion, these feet are perfect."
Jessica smiled, got up and started looking at shoes.
I watched as Jessica walked over to a rack of shoes and began browsing the selection.
"Help me try these on" she said.
"Yes certainly Miss Alba".
I walked to the rack of shoes where she was standing and picked up the shoes she wanted. She sat down in a chair and kicked off her flip flops. I was getting really excited! I began staring at her feet as she set them on a nearby bench and began wiggling her toes.
"What are you waiting for?" she smiled.
"Sorry Miss Alba," I said in a whisper.
I walked over to where she was sitting and sat on the ground to put the shoes on her feet. Her smooth sexy feet! I was so anxious, but I was also scared. I didn't want to make her angry. I wanted to please her. I reached over to put the shoe on her foot, but then all of a sudden....
I couldnt help it...I extended my tongue to touch the perfect toes....suddendly Goddess Jessica withdrew her foot and kicked me in the face.
"Pig"....do you think you can touch my perfect toes with your filthy tongue without my permission"?
"BEG....BEG for the honor to touch my toe with that filthy slave tongue."
"Please Goddess Jessica, please allow me to touch your regal toes", then I lifted her foot and placed my tongue on her soft bare sole.
"Pig, did I say you could lick my perfect sole?....on the ground, grovel and beg for the honor of putting your worthless tongue on my regal feet".
The clerk prostrates himself before the Goddess Jessica..."please Miss Alba, please, please, please, teach me how to serve you. i am not worthy of even being the dirt beneath your perfect feet....but please fins some use for me."
"thats better pig, before you ever touch my perfect, soft sole, you must suffer....bring me the highest, sharpest pair of stiletto sandals you have in the store...size 8 pigface"
the clerk crawled to the stockroom, smart enough not to stand before Goddess Jessica. he crawled back with a box of sandals. Manalo Blanik....bright red, six inch heels and a one inch platform sole. he placed the shoes on the floor in front of Jessica's feet. She smiled when she saw the,
"good choice pigface"....the Goddess said. now place them on my feet...and be care not to touch my skin with your filthy hands. the clerk set the shoes on the floor and Jessica placed her foot into the first one. the shoes were thong like so all of her perfectly pedicured red toes were exposed, matching exatly the color of the shoes. the pigface wrapped the laces around her instep and ankle, and carefully tied them into a bow, making sure not to make them too tight. when pigface had finished one foot, he did the same to the other.
Goddess Jessica stood up from the chair. Her feet looked magnificent in the shoes. and her legs were perfectly shaped, and accented even more by the height of the heels. The Goddess took a few steps away from pigface. he remained kneeling. "DOWN" she commanded. immediately pigface prostrated himself on the floor. "over pig" she commanded, as he turned over on his back and looked up adoringly at this Goddess.
the Goddess slowly walked toward him, and stopped, looked down on him, and with a cruel smile.....
Goddess Jessica lifts her foot and places it on his chest. She tilts the toe and sole upward so only the 6 inch stiletto heel touches pigface. She pushes hard on the heel and begins to twist it back and forth, digging it into her slave.
"like how it feels pigface" asks the Goddess.
"yes Goddess....please dig the heel in deeper".
Jessica smiles, pleased that the slave is a pain slut.
"Of course slave"...and she steps up onto his checst with her full weight. She leans back on the heels, pressing them into his chest deeper. Jessica moves one heel onto his nipple and twists it. Pig face groans in pain. Jessica is pleased, and sudenly she lifts her other foot off his chest, now her entire weight is on the heel diging into his nipple. "Do you like it slave?"...yes Goddess he stammers. With that, Jessica twists the heel inot him, harder and deeper. "By the time I am done pigface, you will wear my brand for life"..."in fact, your entire body will be branded by my heels".
Then with the foot she lifted off pigface, she brings it down onto his chest...stomping him so hard, the heel digs in and he gasps for air.
"suffer for me pig...suffer for Goddess Jessica"...she yells at him.
"yes my Goddess....more, please stomp he harder"
Jessica again smiles as she knows he is now owned by her...he is her property, to do with as she pleases...he is nothing to her...simply the ground beneath her regal feet.
Her perfect foot lifts off his chest and stomps down...this time on he face...his pigface. The stiletto heel digs into his cheek. She stomps again and again. His face is turning bloody and bruised. She wants to make sure he wears her heel prints for all to see. Jessica places one heel on his forehead, and lifts up on it wiht her full weight, twisting and turning until the heel punctures his forehead and blood starts to run down his head and face. She lowers her other foot onto his throat and then lifts the heel off his head, then aims it and brings it crashing down to the wound on his forehead...digging it in deep enough to leave a permanent scar.
The Goddess is pleased that her slave is branded, but now it is time for him to clean her shoes and there are so many other shoes and boots she want to try on her regal and perfectly pedicured feet and toes.
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Jessica.
Goddess Jessica.
Was it really her?
Or is it just my imagination.
It is 8:55pm on a friday night. The store closes in 5 minutes. I have only just started working at "Designer Shoes" this week, a new store in Beverly Hills on Rodeo Drive.
I spent the entire week working in the stockroom, as it was our grand opening, and as the lowest level , inexperienced salesperson, I was to keep the stockroom in order while the other sales staff took care of customers. Our store was very high end, designer shoes only.
But now, everyone has left, and my job was to simply close up for the night. But then SHE walked in...all alone, no one with her.
"Still open" she asked with a smile.
"Yes, of course" I answered.
"Excuse me a moment", and I went to close and lock the door.
"I dont want anyone alse to come in, as you will be the last customer tonight before we close. No hurry, I'll stay as long as you wish"...."Just look around and let me know how I can help".
"Thanks" she said with that beautiful smile.
Goddess Jessica....wearing a short, loose, summer like silky dress, solid red, length about 3 inches above the knee. Bare legs, beautiful tan, simple black flip-flops with a 2 inch platform sole on her perfectly pedicured feet. Bright red toes to match the dress.
I was in heaven.
I tried my best to keep my cool and asked her to sit down. She sat down on the bench in front of me.
"Do you know who I am" she asked.
"Of course, I know who you are. How could I not know. You are only the most beautiful actress in the world" I replied.
She smiled and looked down. "Its just that you didn't say anything when I came in. Most people are all over me by this stage, asking me for autographs and taking photos of me".
I explained that I was there in a professional capacity and didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
"But I am here to wait on you, and to help you try on shoes, and to make your pretty feet look even prettier ... if that is possible" I said.
She blushed and asked if her feet really looked nice or if I was just trying to flatter her to make a sale.
I seized this perfect opportunity to be at her feet. I felt nervous but tried desparately to keep my cool. I knelt down in front of her and casually said "well in my professional opinion, these feet are perfect."
Jessica smiled, got up and started looking at shoes.
I watched as Jessica walked over to a rack of shoes and began browsing the selection.
"Help me try these on" she said.
"Yes certainly Miss Alba".
I walked to the rack of shoes where she was standing and picked up the shoes she wanted. She sat down in a chair and kicked off her flip flops. I was getting really excited! I began staring at her feet as she set them on a nearby bench and began wiggling her toes.
"What are you waiting for?" she smiled.
"Sorry Miss Alba," I said in a whisper.
I walked over to where she was sitting and sat on the ground to put the shoes on her feet. Her smooth sexy feet! I was so anxious, but I was also scared. I didn't want to make her angry. I wanted to please her. I reached over to put the shoe on her foot, but then all of a sudden....
I couldnt help it...I extended my tongue to touch the perfect toes....suddendly Goddess Jessica withdrew her foot and kicked me in the face.
"Pig"....do you think you can touch my perfect toes with your filthy tongue without my permission"?
"BEG....BEG for the honor to touch my toe with that filthy slave tongue."
"Please Goddess Jessica, please allow me to touch your regal toes", then I lifted her foot and placed my tongue on her soft bare sole.
"Pig, did I say you could lick my perfect sole?....on the ground, grovel and beg for the honor of putting your worthless tongue on my regal feet".
The clerk prostrates himself before the Goddess Jessica..."please Miss Alba, please, please, please, teach me how to serve you. i am not worthy of even being the dirt beneath your perfect feet....but please fins some use for me."
"thats better pig, before you ever touch my perfect, soft sole, you must suffer....bring me the highest, sharpest pair of stiletto sandals you have in the store...size 8 pigface"
the clerk crawled to the stockroom, smart enough not to stand before Goddess Jessica. he crawled back with a box of sandals. Manalo Blanik....bright red, six inch heels and a one inch platform sole. he placed the shoes on the floor in front of Jessica's feet. She smiled when she saw the,
"good choice pigface"....the Goddess said. now place them on my feet...and be care not to touch my skin with your filthy hands. the clerk set the shoes on the floor and Jessica placed her foot into the first one. the shoes were thong like so all of her perfectly pedicured red toes were exposed, matching exatly the color of the shoes. the pigface wrapped the laces around her instep and ankle, and carefully tied them into a bow, making sure not to make them too tight. when pigface had finished one foot, he did the same to the other.
Goddess Jessica stood up from the chair. Her feet looked magnificent in the shoes. and her legs were perfectly shaped, and accented even more by the height of the heels. The Goddess took a few steps away from pigface. he remained kneeling. "DOWN" she commanded. immediately pigface prostrated himself on the floor. "over pig" she commanded, as he turned over on his back and looked up adoringly at this Goddess.
the Goddess slowly walked toward him, and stopped, looked down on him, and with a cruel smile.....
Goddess Jessica lifts her foot and places it on his chest. She tilts the toe and sole upward so only the 6 inch stiletto heel touches pigface. She pushes hard on the heel and begins to twist it back and forth, digging it into her slave.
"like how it feels pigface" asks the Goddess.
"yes Goddess....please dig the heel in deeper".
Jessica smiles, pleased that the slave is a pain slut.
"Of course slave"...and she steps up onto his checst with her full weight. She leans back on the heels, pressing them into his chest deeper. Jessica moves one heel onto his nipple and twists it. Pig face groans in pain. Jessica is pleased, and sudenly she lifts her other foot off his chest, now her entire weight is on the heel diging into his nipple. "Do you like it slave?"...yes Goddess he stammers. With that, Jessica twists the heel inot him, harder and deeper. "By the time I am done pigface, you will wear my brand for life"..."in fact, your entire body will be branded by my heels".
Then with the foot she lifted off pigface, she brings it down onto his chest...stomping him so hard, the heel digs in and he gasps for air.
"suffer for me pig...suffer for Goddess Jessica"...she yells at him.
"yes my Goddess....more, please stomp he harder"
Jessica again smiles as she knows he is now owned by her...he is her property, to do with as she pleases...he is nothing to her...simply the ground beneath her regal feet.
Her perfect foot lifts off his chest and stomps down...this time on he face...his pigface. The stiletto heel digs into his cheek. She stomps again and again. His face is turning bloody and bruised. She wants to make sure he wears her heel prints for all to see. Jessica places one heel on his forehead, and lifts up on it wiht her full weight, twisting and turning until the heel punctures his forehead and blood starts to run down his head and face. She lowers her other foot onto his throat and then lifts the heel off his head, then aims it and brings it crashing down to the wound on his forehead...digging it in deep enough to leave a permanent scar.
The Goddess is pleased that her slave is branded, but now it is time for him to clean her shoes and there are so many other shoes and boots she want to try on her regal and perfectly pedicured feet and toes.