At Shauna's Feet

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At Shaunas feet 1
by panos

Shauna smiled as she looked down to watch her slave - or stocking slut as
she enjoyed calling him - remove her boots. He took the utmost care not to
injure her precious feet. He removed both boots and set them aside,
standing them next to the comfy chair she lounged in.
While he was busy putting her boots aside, Shauna lifted her hot, sweaty
feet up, holding them straight out to her slave/slut. She wiggled her toes
in anticipation of his services. He took both of her feet in his hands by
their heels and, following exactly his training, he pushed his nose into
them, sniffing them long and thoroughly, all along the underside of her
toes. He inhaled their scent deeply as he had hundreds of times before.
The confinement in the tight boots had made her stockings hot and moist
with perspiration, and the scent of nylon and leather mingled with her own
sweet scent. She smiled contentedly as he pushed his nose into the base of
her toes and sniffed deeply time after time. This was an important part of
foot worship for Shauna, as she felt that her feet, as did any part of
her, deserved to be appreciated no matter their condition. It was
important that her slut adored her feet whether they'd been just bathed by
him or if she'd just run a marathon in old, dirty sneakers. It went to the
very core of his worship of her, which should be unconditional if it was
to have any real meaning. So, to prove his worship of her, her slut was to
smell her feet every time she (or he) removed her shoes. And it pleased
her so much to watch him do it.

"Have I sniffed your feet enough, Goddess? Or should I continue?" he
humbly asked the semi-reclining beauty.

"No, slut...you've enjoyed their perfume long enough for now. You may
remove my stockings and begin my oral servicing."

Without a second's hesitation, he reached up under her midcalf-length
skirt and slipped off her knee-highs and put them on the floor next to the
boots, folding them properly as his training dictated. He then returned to
his Goddess's feet and held one foot up to his mouth. His adoring lips
immediately began kissing it....every inch, slowly, not missing a single
part of it. He even spread her toes so he could kiss between them. This
was the first phase...kissing her feet to show his complete worship of
her, and it was required that his lips not miss any part of her feet. And
they rarely did.

Watching "slut" kiss her feet, so attentively and conscientiously,
reminded Shauna of their very first meeting. She leaned back in her plush
chair and reminisced dreamily of that encounter as her slave's lips
attended to her cooling feet. She remembered back to when she met him many
months ago in a pool hall. He was cocky and very sure of himself with the
ladies, which made breaking him all the sweeter....

She'd been standing there with her friend from work, talking about all
sorts of things, when she noticed a man sitting on a stool staring at her.
Now, she was dressed to kill and expected to turn men's heads, but she
didn't want to be ogled. He appeared to be looking at her breasts, so she
looked him directly in the eye and told him point blank to stop. He
chuckled quietly and tossed her an insincere apology.

Shortly thereafter she again noticed him staring. This time he was across
the room, standing near one of the pool tables. He appeared to be eyeing
her legs. She put down the soda she was drinking, excused herself to her
friend, and walked over to the man, her high heels clacking on the wooden
floor.

"You see something you like, I take it?" she'd said to him, not smiling in
the least.

"Yeah," he grinned, "I see a lot I like."

"Well, that's too bad, cause none of it's yours to enjoy, is it? First,
you're staring at my chest, and now you can't seem to take your eyes off
my legs. I would appreciate if you'd find something else to stare at, if
you don't mind too much." she said sarcastically.

"Um..well..it wasn't your legs, exactly," he said, slurping from a bottle
of beer.

"What?" she asked. "What wasn't my legs."

"It wasn't your legs I was staring at, not that they're not gorgeous, of
course."

She looked down at her legs, confused.

"Actually, I ....well....I was just noticing how pretty your feet are," he
confessed, looking down at them again.

Again Shauna looked down. She'd always dressed to show off her feet, and
that night was no exception. She was wearing her sexy red strappy backless
high heel slides, which showed off her high-arched feet very nicely. Her
toes were painted a matching red. In those shoes her feet were beautifully
bare.

When she looked back up at him, she noticed his obvious admiration for her
feet. He was smiling and his eyes were taking in every inch of them,
moving from toes to instep to ankles and back again to the toes. She tried
to stifle a laugh, but could only manage to partially stifle it. And the
gears were already turning in her head.

"So, apparently you have a foot fetish, besides being crass and uncouth,"
she stated frankly, then added slyly, "Well, at least you have good taste
in feet."

"Well now," he stammered, "I wouldn't say I have a foot fetish." He became
instantly nervous and flustered. "Let's just say I admire beauty where I
see it."

"And you see beauty in my feet?"

"Well...yeah."

"Then, my friend, you have a foot fetish."

"No, not really. I don't think so at all."

Now Shauna felt the need to prove her point. She needed to prove to
herself and to him that he did indeed have a foot fetish. And a plan came
into her mind.

"Well, Mr....."

"Sam.....call me Sam."

"Okay, Sam. It seems to me that a guy who thinks my feet are beautiful
can't be all bad, in spite of his efforts to prove that he is. So, what do
you say we get a drink together somewhere? These shoes are sexy, but they
hurt my feet. Maybe if you like my feet so much you could give them a nice
massage for me."

When she said that she knew by the glint in his eyes that he definitely
had a foot fetish. And a guy who had a fetish for anything could be tamed,
even controlled, if she played her cards right. And she intended to do
just that.

She made apologies once again to her friend, who had decided to go home
anyway. And then she and Sam left to find a more private place. They took
separate cars - Shauna didn't want any problems if this didn't turn out
right - and went to a nearby bar, a cozy little place mostly frequented by
regulars.

They sat in a corner booth. After Sam had gotten them both drinks, they
sat and talked. They hadn't been talking more than five minutes when
Shauna plopped her feet in Sam's lap. She smiled as she remembered the
startled look on his face. The wide eyes, the dropped jaw as he looked
down to his now filled lap.....so precious.

She said simply, "Take my shoes off and rub my sore feet like a good boy."

Sam was surprised to say the least, but he did as he was told....

Shauna was brought briefly back to the present by movement at her feet.
Slut was switching his attention to her other foot, having completely
worshipped the first. He carefully lowered the foot he'd completed
adoring, laying it gently on his thigh, not wishing it to get soiled in
any way, even though he knew the carpets were clean. He picked up the
other foot and without hesitation began to kiss it. Shauna sat back again
and her memories of that first night returned. She smiled as her mind
revisited that small bar and the dark corner booth.....

Sam looked at Shauna's feet with a mixture of surprise...and awe. He
stared at those wiggling beauties, trying not to be too obvious, still
wanting to hide his fetish. But his desires were all too obvious to
Shauna. She knew he wanted her feet. She didn't doubt it in the slightest.
But it was the way he slowly removed her shoes - slipping them carefully
and gently off her feet as if being afraid of damaging their soft feminine
beauty - that gave away the extent of his attraction to her feet.

She decided to test her theory and tease him at the same time. When he
slipped of her second shoe, she gasped as if he'd hurt her. Instantly his
eyes shot up to meet hers and there was unmis- takable anguish in them.
His hands quickly covered her foot and started to rub, even though he had
no idea where he might have hurt her. She laughed inwardly at his concern,
loving that pained look on his face.

"Did I hurt you?" his eyes almost pleaded, begging her to say no.

"Well," she lied, "just a little."

"God, I'm really sorry. I was trying not to."

"I know you were. I could tell. You were very gentle, but none of us is
perfect. It only hurt a little." She kept the pressure on.

"Really... I apologize." he still rubbed, looking like a little boy who'd
just lost his balloon.

"It's all right....but, Sam..?" Shauna tried to look serious.

"Yeah?"

"You're rubbing the wrong spot."

"Oh, I'm sorry.......where did I hurt you?" Shauna noted gleefully that he
was now like a puppy trying hard to please its master....and she liked
that very much.

"She lifted her foot from his grasp and held it up at his eye level,
taking him by surprise and making his head dart backward. She turned her
foot to the side, picking some imaginary spot, and said, "Right there,
alongside my big toe, just at the base of it."

"Here, let me rub it. How's that? Feel better?"

She played hard to please. She frowned and said, "Well, it feels a little
better, but I don't think rubbing alone is going to do it."

"Um....well, I don't know what else I can do. I'm really sorry."

"You should be. Next time you'll just have to be a little more careful."

"I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you. Let me buy you another
drink."

"How's a drink going to make my foot stop hurting? I think you should come
up with something a little more soothing to my foot, don't you?"

Now Sam was flustered. He tried rubbing her foot gently and then more
forcefully, but the look in her eyes was the same. Nothing he did made her
happy. Suddenly, Shauna sat up straight and grinned from ear to ear.

"I think there's only one way you can make the pain go away, Sam." she
said, her grin becoming totally wicked.

"How's that," he asked quickly. If he'd been any more puppyish, he'd have
grown a tail.

"Well," she smiled, in total control now, "when I was a little girl, if I
had a boo-boo my dad would always kiss it away. And it always worked."

Sam looked dumbfounded. So she spelled it out for him.
"Kiss my foot, Sam. Kiss away the boo-boo you made. Kiss the side of my
toe to make it better."

She took her foot from his grasp again and quick as lightning she shoved
it into his face, again making him lunge backward. She again turned it so
that the side of her big toe was pointed toward him. The closeness of her
foot to his lips was making him sweat. He took her foot in one hand and he
cocked his head to look at the injured spot. He hesitated. Shauna felt now
was the time to assert herself...it was now or never.

With him contemplating kissing her foot, she took matters into her own
hands. Her voice took on a more demanding tone and she mashed the side of
her toe into his mouth, again surprising him, and even making him gasp as
her toe crushed his lips.

"I don't have all night, Sam. What are you waiting for? Kiss it!"

He looked at her, eyes wide with surprise now. But even with her foot
squashed against his mouth, he still hesitated, more from shock than
anything else. It struck Shauna how silly he looked sitting there staring
at her with her big toe mashed against his mouth waiting to be kissed. She
remembered wondering if anyone had seen them, and if they'd gotten a good
chuckle out of it. Part of her hoped someone had seen it. The thought of
someone snickering at Sam's predicament appealed to her very much.


She kept the pressure cooker boiling. "Sam, if you're not going to try to
make me happy, there's no point in my staying here. I might as well go
home...or back to the pool hall where there are lots of guys who'd jump at
the chance to please me."

She waited about thirty seconds, and when he still hesitated, she took her
foot away from his mouth and said, "Where did you put my shoes, Sam? I'm
going to leave."

His eyes got wider and he reached for her foot, grabbing it by the ankles.
His eyes were pleading as he said, "No, Shauna.....wait. I'm sorry." He
looked down, embarrassed at his submissiveness.

"You'll kiss my foot then?" she snapped at him.

"Yeah, sure......if it'll help make it feel better."

She again played hard to please. She sat back, sighed and said, "Well, I
guess I'll stay then."

Then Sam sat back, still holding her foot by the ankles. He lifted her
foot up until her toes were right in front of his lips. He stared at her
foot for a second, then leaned forward and kissed the side of her big toe
where she'd indicated the pain was.

"There. How's that? Better?"

"You're kidding, right?" she was getting very turned on by her power over
him, and she didn't want to give up even a tiny bit of it.

"Why? What's wrong?" puppy eyes asked.

"Sam, one kiss is just a start. You have to work at soothing my
toe...unless, of course, you find my foot offensive all of a sudden?"

Sensing immediate danger, Sam quickly proclaimed, "No, not at all! Shauna,
your feet could never be offensive. No part of you could. I'm
sorry....look.....here...." He leaned forward again and kissed her toe
several times, holding her foot by the heel and the opposite side,
cradling it protectively as his lips tried slavishly to comfort her
imaginary pain.

"Mmm.....Sam, that feels wonderful. It's starting to feel better already.
Oh, do keep kissing it."

Sam kissed that toe some twenty or thirty times. At the time, Shauna had
wondered again if anyone was watching. She hoped someone could see this
man kissing her foot like an eager to please pet. And she had more in
store for him....much more.

"Sam, that feels so wonderful. Would you mind doing something else for
me?"

"Sure, Shauna......anything."

"Great, then do this for me," she said, pulling her foot free from his
grip again, and this time holding her foot so that the sole was directly
in his face, "kiss the sole for me. I just know that will feel delicious.
Do that for me, okay?"

Shauna wasn't sure how he'd respond. She didn't know if he'd already come
to know his place or if she'd have to work a bit more at breaking him. Sam
answered her question for her. He leaned back into her foot and pressed
his lips into its soft sole, kissing from her toes all the way to her
heel...very slowly. Shauna was pleased. Even in the dim lighting she could
see that Sam had finally given in to his fetish. There was only one thing
left for her to do. She had to assert herself to him verbally, to prove to
him that he was wrong. He needed to know that she knew he had a foot
fetish despite his claims otherwise, and she wanted to hint to him that
she intended to use that to bend him to her will. Breaking a man was fun
for her, but even moreso if he knew she was doing it....and couldn't stop
her.

"So, Sam, you seem to enjoy kissing my foot. You still claim you don't
have a foot fetish?"

He stopped kissing her arch, but only long enough to reply, "I'm sorry,
Shauna, I didn't mean to lie to you. It's just....well....I thought you'd
tell me to get lost if I admitted my fetish."

"Not at all," she smiled, "I just love men who worship my feet...as long
as they do it my way."

"What way is that?" he asked.

She laughed, "Why, any way I tell you to, of course. Would you like to
worship my feet on a regular basis, Sam?"

"I'd love to.....yes!" his puppy eyes brightened.

"Then, here's my first rule. From now on, you don't stop servicing my feet
until I tell you to."

"Oh, I'm sorry.....I was just answering your question. That's the only
reason I stopped."

"I know, Sam...and that's okay for now. But, in the future, even if I ask
a question, wait until I give you permission to stop worshipping my foot
to answer. Is that pretty much understood?"

"Um..." he stammered and lowered his eyes, "yeah...okay. I got it."

"Good. Now, you can stop kissing my foot. I want you to keep my feet in
your lap and give them a nice soothing massage while we talk. Pay special
attention to my arches and my toes. Those are the parts that need the most
attention."

She reached over the table and took his drink in her hand, putting it to
her lips and sipping it.

"You won't be needing your drink. You're going to be much too busy rubbing
my feet." She sat back against the back of the booth, crossed her arms on
her chest, still holding the drink, and looked Sam in the eyes. She said
simply, "All right, Sam.......start rubbing."

And, for the second time that momentous evening, Sam did exactly as he was
told.....

Again Shauna drifted back to the present. Slut was still hard at work,
kissing her foot. She watched as he spread her toes and kissed adoringly
between them. He was concentrating so hard to make sure that he did an
excellent job that she smiled and wiggled her toes to give him a bit of a
challenge. She loved to tease him. It always seemed to frustrate him at
first, but then he'd adapt and find a way to continue to service her no
matter what obstacles she threw at him. She loved that about him. The only
thing that mattered to him was pleasing her, and he was fiercely
determined to do so no matter how hard she made it for him, which led to
unending hours of pleasure and amusement for her.

"Now lick, slut," she said suddenly, startling him, "Start with the left
foot, then do the right. You know how I like it...thorough and complete.
Do the toes exactly the way I trained you. Take your time....long, slow
licks at first, then build up speed. I expect to see you working really
hard at it before I'll be satisfied. Understood?"

"Yes, Goddess...I'll try very hard to please you."

She stroked the side of his face with one foot, then ran her toes through
his hair, petting him like a cat, almost expecting to hear him purr.

" I know you will, slut. You may begin." She shoved her toes against his
mouth, the act pushing his head back and mashing his lips, but she never
even noticed as she sunk back into the cushions and her mind sailed away,
back to the day when she first made him her eager and willing
plaything.....

"Mmm.....that feels wonderful, Sam. You give a lovely foot rub," Shauna
complimented her newfound toy,her voice seeming distant to Sam in the dim
lighting of the secluded booth.

"Well, thanks," he replied, smiling.

"Sam, remember what we said before about replying to my questions or
statements?"

Sam looked at her, thinking in his mind he'd done nothing wrong. "Yes, I
do. But you said you didn't want me to stop servicing your foot to reply.
I didn't. I kept rubbing your foot when I thanked you. I didn't stop."

"Hmm......yeah. I guess I just wasn't all that clear. Here's the thing. It
just seems to me that if you answer a question, or talk in any way.....or
even just nod your head.....that takes your concentration away from
pleasing me....pampering me. So, I think the way it should be is that you
don't make any comments or replies no matter what. You just keep servicing
me, whatever form that might take, and if I want a comment or response
from you I'll give you permission to stop and focus on communicating with
me. Of course, there'll be other times when I will expect a reply or
comment from you, but will not want you to stop what you're doing. It will
depend on my mood and the importance of the verbal response I want from
you."

She cocked her head thoughtfully, and then continued. "Yes, I think that
sounds about right. What do you think about that, Sam? Does that sound
like something you can live with?"

Sam said nothing, but kept on massaging her foot. He didn't even raise his
head. He looked down at the toes he was firmly squeezing and rubbing, not
slowing his efforts for even a second.

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At Shaunas feet 2
by panos

Slut's teeth lightly chewing along the side of her foot interrupted Shauna
yet again. As per his training, slut was chewing along the juncture of her
instep and sole. She adored the mild stimulation of his teeth as they
gently scraped along her foot. After chewing from toe to heel along one
side of her foot, he would then lick that same area, first in short
cat-licks, and then in long licks from heel to toes and back. It was the
chewing part that roused her from her daydream. She was mildly annoyed at
her slave's first oral servicing of her pussy being interrupted, but when
she looked down at him, and saw how hard he was working to please her, she
forgave him. She watched him for a bit as he chewed his way around her
heel, lingering at the heel for a while, to the other side of her foot and
eventually to her toes, which he chewed singly and as a whole. As his
careful teeth made her toes tingle, she again sat back and once again
enjoyed her fond memories of beginning slut's long and careful training...

Shauna grabbed a handful of Sam's hair. This was going to be great, and
she had no intention of letting him change his mind. She held his hair
firmly but found she didn't need to push his face between her legs because
he was only too willing to service her there. She relaxed, but still held
on to his hair.

Sam's worship of her was obvious in his kisses on her moist mound. But
when his tongue began to lick inside every wet fold, slowly and gently,
she knew he was going to be easily trained in this area. His eyes were
adoring her slit and the pink petals surrounding it as his tongue barely
touched her. He took his time, holding her open with gentle fingers as his
tongue tasted every succulent drop of her juices. That first night he must
have licked her slowly and thoroughly for well over forty minutes. She let
him lick so long because it was relaxing and sensual at the same time. She
knew, however, that shortly she would need much more energetic licking
from him. Her current needs were urgent indeed, but she also wanted to
look to the future...to train him to lick slowly and thoroughly, to orally
adore and worship her sex for long periods of time. Then, with proper
training, he'd know exactly when to "pick up the pace" and fulfill her
needs.

It turns out that she need not fear in this respect, however. After his
tongue had slowly serviced and savored her entire flower for a deliciously
long time, Sam began to gently suck her tasty folds. The tip of his tongue
played between her spread lips, flicking quickly at her pussy but barely
touching it. Shauna was amazed at how long he could flick his tongue that
way. It made her tingle at first, then made her extremely hot. His
flicking tongue danced between her dripping lips, not missing a single
spot. He would lick her rapidly but lightly, then press his tongue more
firmly into her sweetness and take longer, slower licks, and then suck on
an area briefly, and then begin the cycle again..moving to another spot.
The change in tempo between her legs kept her off guard somewhat, but also
served to keep her from reaching orgasm too quickly. She was able to lay
back and enjoy a multitude of erotic sensations in her sex and not have it
end too soon. And at least up to this point, Sam's tongue was up to the
task. And he seemed perfectly happy to take his time and give her as much
pleasure as he could.

"Sam, you surprise me," she said, her breathing becoming shorter and
quicker, "you seem to be rather well schooled at this. I may not have to
train you much after all...at least not at this. Still, I may want to give
you a few lessons. After all, you may be good, but you have to be perfect
to please me."

Sam knew better than to answer. He continued to use his tongue only for
licking purposes. He would reply only if given permission to...and that
wasn't likely to happen anytime soon with the way Shauna was sighing,
moaning and squirming. He played the good slave, keeping his head down and
his tongue moving.

After eating her for what seemed a wonderful eternity, Sam felt it was now
time for his tongue to play inside her sweet, sugary cavern. He spread her
wide and slipped his tongue inside as far as he could get it. He licked
all around those luscious inner walls and played at the opening with his
hardened tongue. Shauna squirmed and sighed. Finally, she had instructions
for him.

"Slave," she said, his real name becoming a thing of the past, "I am
getting very hot. I want you to do two things for me right now."

Again, he said nothing, waiting for his instructions, tongue never
stopping. Shauna changed her position on the sofa, lying mostly on her
side now, keeping her one leg on the coffee table, but taking the other
off the back of the sofa, bending it at the knee and putting her foot on
the seat cushion. She then slid herself forward so that her hips were over
the edge of the sofa, pushing Sam's head back about a foot. He had to stop
licking her briefly while she adjusted herself. Once situated, Shauna once
again spread her legs wide. Throughout her change in position, she still
held Sam firmly by the hair, and now that she was in the position that she
wanted, she quickly pulled his face back between her legs. She was
extremely hot and didn't have time to be gracious or gentle. She wanted
his tongue back at work immediately, and had no intention of being nice
about it. Once his head was in place, and his tongue had automatically
started pleasing her again, she told him what she wanted him to do.

"Now, slave, while you lick my pussy I want you to reach behind me and
finger my anus at the same time."

This was something new to Sam, and he was not only taken by surprise with
it, but being unfamiliar territory to him, he wasn't sure if there was
more to it. He delayed, and it was not appreciated.

"Slave, I gave you an order. Get your finger back where I told you to put
it."

Hurrying to comply, Sam reached back between her legs and probed between
her cheeks with his finger, searching for her sphincter.

"I can see you're going to need some training in this," Shauna sighed,
irritated at the delay and feeling her passion waning just a tiny bit.
"Use your pointer, not your middle finger. And rub it in my pussy first,
to get it moist. Then play with my anus with your finger the way you did
my pussy with your tongue...slow and gentle. Tease awhile, then slowly
penetrate it with your finger. Once inside, move your finger in and out as
if it were your cock humping my pussy. You think you can handle that? I
want an answer."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sure I can. I'll do my best."

"Yes, slave, I know you will. And, by the way...I hate that 'ma'am' stuff.
It makes me feel ancient. From now on, call me 'Goddess'."

"Yes, ma...Goddess."

"Now back to work, slave. The second thing I want you to do is begin
sucking my clit...but you're going to have to build me back up again. This
delay with fingering me has made my desires subside somewhat. So you'll
have to work at getting me hot and wet again."

"Ye..." he began to speak, but caught himself.

With Shauna helping him by tugging firmly on his hair, Sam's mouth once
again worked on her slit and its surrounding treasures. As he licked, he
got his finger moist in her dripping sex and slowly slid that finger up
between her cheeks and began to tease her anal orifice. In no time, his
licking between her legs got her

horny again. She squirmed and gasped as his tongue once again entered
inside her and then slowly worked its way up to her clit. He was sucking
hungrily by now, but still did not forget her instructions. At the same
time his lips surrounded her clit and began to suck gently on it, his
finger stopped its external teasing and entered her opening. He sucked her
clit harder and harder, his tongue flicking quickly at it. His finger slid
deep into her forbidden hole and then came nearly all the way back out,
then went back in...and out...and in..

In a matter of minutes, Shauna was squirming about the sofa. She was
dripping wet and moaning and shaking, barely able to stay in one spot on
the sofa. Obediently, Sam kept licking, sucking and fingering.

When Shauna finally climaxed, she nearly crushed Sam's head between her
thighs, and her buttocks clenched around his thrusting hand, bending his
finger when she lurched and bucked on the sofa, nearly spraining the
endangered digit. She now had his hair in both her hands, and was holding
his face as still as she could while she pummeled his lips and tongue with
her primed, dripping sex. She pounded his sucking mouth with her wet,
swollen lips, the matted pubic hairs irritating his mouth and face. Yet
still he licked and sucked. And all the while his mouth serviced her, his
finger continued to try to propel itself in and out between her clenching
cheeks.

Shauna's orgasm drenched Sam's face, and his tongue tried to lick up every
drop it could find. Her climax lingered, waves of pleasure coursing
outward from her pulsating pussy to every other inch of her body. She
deliberately pressed her crotch into Sam's face and ground herself into
him, and her sphincter clamped on his finger as she squirmed delightedly
on it. All of this prolonged her delicious orgasm. It seemed she was swept
away on an endless sea of pleasure...infinite satisfaction.

At length, Shauna's heaving subsided. She was exhausted from her own
activity and her extended use of Sam's face and finger as her playthings.
Sam's head was still between her legs. He didn't dare remove it until she
gave him permission. Likewise his finger, while not inside her anymore,
was poised nearby should she have further use for it. But Shauna had
gotten what she wanted, for now, and had no further need for Sam's face or
finger at the moment. She spread her legs to look down at Sam's crushed,
sticky, irritated red face, and when he looked up at her with a smile that
said he was proud of himself for pleasing her so, she returned his smile.

Then she brought up one leg, bent it at the knee, shoved her foot in Sam's
surprised face, and pushed with enough force to make him sprawl backwards,
landing on his back on the floor. When he looked up at her, stunned, she
got off the sofa, stretched and walked over to him. Standing with one foot
next to his head and neck, she lifted the other and stepped squarely on
his face with it. She playfully crushed his face with it and said, "That
was very well done, slave. You will have to work on pleasing me anally
though. Still, all in all, that was quite enjoyable. I'm going to have you
do that some more for me later tonight. But for now, I never did get my
feet worshipped, did I? I got so horny I wanted you eating me right away
and I didn't have you worship my feet the way I intended. I still have to
assess your foot worship talents. So, here's the new plan. I'm going to
lie back down on the sofa nice and comfy and you're going to spend the
next," she stopped to look at the clock, "hour worshipping my
feet...completely. First, I'll see what you can do, and then I'll give you
specific instructions on how I will expect you to service my feet from now
on. Understood?"

He muffled a reply through the toes of her mouth-crushing foot.

"Good boy. Now get up and come back over to the sofa."
She removed her foot from his face and went back to the sofa, lying down
comfortably with her feet dangling over the edge. She wiggled them
teasingly as Sam first sat up, and then started to stand up.

"Oh, no, slave...be a good little toe sucker and crawl over here on your
hands and knees."

He did...with only the briefest hesitation.

"Mmmm...such a good boy," she cooed. "Now, slave, after that wonderful
orgasm, I need to relax. So,you get those hard working hands and mouth
busy on my feet. I'll get comfy and watch you to see where you need
improvement. And if I should drift off to sleep, you just keep servicing
until I wake up. Go on, footboy...

show me what you can do for my feet. Rub first, then worship them with
that talented mouth. Leave no spot unlicked," she giggled, pleased with
herself.

"Yes, Goddess," he replied, cringing almost instantly as he realized he
wasn't supposed to do so. Luckily, still basking in her afterglow, Shauna
didn't notice - or let it go unpunished - as she laid back and closed her
eyes.

Sam leaned forward into Shauna's dangling feet to truly worship and
service them for the first time as her true slave. His hands began
kneading her soft foot flesh, his lips and tongue resting...for
now...until it would be their

turn...

Slut was just finishing off her long foot worship session by sucking her
toes and placing long, slow licks on the sides and soles of her feet, from
heel to toes (Shauna insisted that each lick from heel to toe take no less
than 10-15 seconds - even timing him with a stopwatch until the timing was
second nature to him - and each toe should be sucked individually for no
less than a minute at a time, with constant movement of his lips as he
sucked) when she again noticed him faithfully at her feet. He had
stimulated her feet with his lips, teeth and tongue for no less than
ninety minutes and her feet were feeling very relaxed and
refreshed...given new life by his single-minded attention to them.

She now wanted to relax further and mentally relive her somewhat short
first foot worship session with him, because she was proud of the job she
had done training him and perfecting his skills. While his own techniques
had been adequate from the start, she wanted him to service her exactly
the way she thought it should be done, so she had made him work hard at
perfecting each and every one of his talents for her personal comfort,
pleasure and, yes, amusement. After all, watching him working so hard to
please her was half the fun. Sometimes the contortions he'd have to make
with his mouth and tongue to accomplish all his foot duties couldn't help
but bring her endless joy...cruel, wicked joy that by itself could make
her wet with lust.

"Slut, I want my feet washed now. Go get everything you need and come
right back here."

"Yes, Goddess." He hurried. He knew Shauna's patience was a fragile thing.

He was back in a flash with a basin of warm water, some liquid bath soap,
a wash cloth, a nail brush and a towel. He set the basin down at her feet,
lifting each foot to place it gently in the warm water. Shauna trusted
that he knew by now the proper way to bathe her feet. He did. He'd quickly
become an expert at pampering her feet, remembering even the tiniest
detail, in which he took great pride.

He knew she enjoyed having her feet massaged as he washed them, so he
lifted one foot by the heel and with his other hand he squirted an ample
amount of soap on her instep and an even more generous amount on the tops
of her toes. He then put the soap bottle down, cupped his hand and dipped
it in the warm water,lifting a palmful of it up and over her foot.
Bringing his hand close to her instep, he then flipped his hand to let the
water slowly trickle onto her soapy instep. Then he brought his hand down
to rub the soap/water mixture into her foot just long enough to be
soothing to her. Next, he switched hands, taking her heel in his soapy
hand and dipping his other hand in the water. This palmful of water he let
drip on the tops of her toes, and then he quickly brought both hands up to
massage the soap into her toes. He massaged her toes the way she liked,
slowly and gently at first, and then more forcefully, working the soap
into, around and between her toes. It was a warm, soapy, soothing massage
and foot bath all in one...and Shauna loved every second of it. She sighed
dreamily and watched him massage and lather and rinse each foot several
times. She closed

her eyes at about the beginning of her third bathing and rinsing cycle and
went happily back to that first night. Where was she? Ah, yes...

She had just ordered slut to worship her feet for an hour. He was fairly
new at worshipping a woman's feet..well, at least the feet of a dominant
woman like herself. She wanted to get an idea of his talents and so at
first she let him go on his own. He massaged her feet nicely, though at
times a bit more roughly than he should have. When he was too rough, she
made him kiss the spot several times and beg forgiveness. He was only too
happy to comply. His massage was very thorough. He'd obviously done this
part at least for other women before. His fingers expertly soothed every
inch of both feet. He even did ankle twists and toe twists, flexes,
stretches and rotations. All in all, it was a very nice massage. He
probably wouldn't need a lot of training there, except for maybe the order
in which he did them or building his stamina to do them all for much
longer periods of time. Good..she could concentrate his training on what
she most enjoyed...oral service.

"That's enough massage, slave. I'm eager to feel your mouth on my feet.
First..worship my feet...kiss them as if nothing on Earth means as much to
you as my feet. Show me how grateful you are to be my foot slave."

"Yes, Goddess," he said, sighing as he leaned forward to adore her perfect
feet.

Again, he obviously enjoyed this very much. He kissed her feet not with
lust or haste, but slowly and with reverence, his lips caressing every
inch of them. She was impressed. He truly did worship her feet...and that
was good. It meant she had still more power over him. Seeing his worship
of, and need for, her feet made her realize that by denying him his fetish
she could make him weaken and crumble, eventually giving in to her will on
just about anything she chose. And she planned on using that time and time
again. Yes, this man was going to be very easy to train for her personal
pleasure. Recreating him would be her crowning achievement.

"Now, show me what your tongue can do for me. I prefer long, slow licks on
all but my toes. For them, I like slow licks at first, but then I want you
to build up to quick, forceful licks, especially along the bottoms of my
toes and when you spread them to lick between them. I want to really see
your head moving with the effort. A lazy tongue is not allowed on my
feet."

He performed as directed and again she was impressed. She thought that his
tongue might need a little bit more stamina as it started to tire out from
its efforts on her toes, but that would come in time. She had faith that
she could lengthen his toe licking time considerably with continued
training.

"Not bad, slave. Now, let's see how good you suck toes. Get to it."

Here she was extremely impressed. Not only did he suck her toes, but he
squeezed each toe with his lips and slid his mouth up and down its length
as he sucked, giving her a wonderful individual toe massage effect as he
sucked. She smiled with approval as he sucked each toe with enough force
to feel good but not to hurt.

"Hmmm...use your teeth very gently as you do that. I think that will feel
just divine."

He did as she requested, and the feeling for her was even more delicious.

"Oh, yes, that's wonderful...now, start from the beginning again and do
that on every toe."

He went back to the first toe and started over again, sucking, massaging
with his lips, and now lightly dragging his teeth along each toe as he
went. This part of the foot worship alone took over twenty minutes for
each foot. By the time he was done the hour time limit had long since
passed. Having completed servicing every possible inch of both feet, he
looked up at Shauna to see if she had any further instructions.

She was lying back on the sofa with a contented grin on her face, her eyes
closed. Noticing the stoppage of action, she opened her eyes and looked
down at him.

"I don't recall telling you to stop, slave."

"I'm sorry, Goddess," he thought quickly, "but I didn't want to bore you
by doing the same things over and over again. I thought maybe you'd have
further instructions for me, maybe something special you'd like me to do
for you."

[passport30]

At Shaunas feet 3

Slut's moans of mixed agony and pleasure were music to Shauna's ears.
Rubbing her stockinged foot in his face, shoving it in his mouth, she knew
he was in ecstasy. LIkewise the act of stroking his pulsating erection
with her other stocking was giving him pleasure at both ends. But, what
gave her pleasure, was not only having her stockinged foot worshipped by
slut, but the control she exerted over him. Everything she was doing to
him was driving him relentlessly toward orgasm, but he was denying himself
that pleasure, that sublime release, simply because she forbade it. It was
only a matter of time before the begging began.

"Please, Goddess.......may I come now?" And there it was, almost on cue.

"No, slut......keep sucking my foot. I'm having fun with your cock in my
stocking. I'll let you know when you can come."

Shauna laid on her side next to slut, so she could now use both feet, one
stockinged and one bare, on his face. She rubbed them mercilessly all over
his reddening face, while she was equally merciless on his penis. Now she
added verbal fuel to the fire.

"How are my feet, slut? You enjoying them? They smell sweet enough for
you?"

"Oh, Goddess, your feet are so divine.....please let me stay your stocking
slut forever?"

"Oh, that you are and that you'll always be...as long as you continue to
please and obey me."

"Thank you so much, Goddess.....may I please come now?"

"No, slut. I'm having way too much fun here. I told you, I'll let you know
when you can come."

"PLEASE, Goddess! I'll do anything for you....please let me come."

Slut's pleading made the itching and burning at Shauna's crotch more
intense, and she could hold back no longer. She needed his tongue
immediately.

"Slut, I'm going to sit on your face now. I want you to lick me better
than you've ever licked me before. If you give me the best orgasm I've
ever had, I'll let you come. But don't you dare come before I do. I don't
want you to lose interest in giving me my best orgasm ever. Do you
understand me, slut? Don't you dare come until after I do. When I come,
I'll give you permission to do the same. Wait for me to give you
permission. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Goddess. I promise I'll lick you really well. Please sit on my face,
Goddess. PLEASE!!"

With no further words, Shauna swung her leg over slut and sat on his head,
facing his legs. His mouth began immediately to lick and suck between her
thighs. She continued to stroke his penis throughout. She took the
stocking off his penis and put her hand inside it in its place. She then
used her nylon-covered hand to stroke and squeeze his testicles. With her
other hand she stroked his shaft. To add the final torturous touch, she
licked all around his throbbing head. He moaned, and tiny droplets of
pre-come glistened on the tip. She delighted in the agony he must be going
through wanting to come so badly and yet waiting for her okay to do so.
With him in her total power, she could enjoy playing with his member for
as long as she wanted to without fear of his orgasm ruining things. His
cock was her toy. She loved playing with it....and she further enjoyed
being orally serviced while she did.

Slut's moans now filtered through her dripping sex, which she had pressed
firmly and roughly into his face. He was trying to lick her furiously,
hitting all her favorite spots, hoping she'd come quickly and then so
could he. But, this too, she took control of. She mashed her pussy into
his face so hard that he couldn't lick it well at all. In her excitement
she had given up on the finer techniques of oral pleasure and simply used
slut's face as a sex toy, trying to quell the burning between her swollen
lips.

To his credit, slut tried valiantly to lick her, but her grinding on his
face mostly hindered that. Shauna slid herself back so that slut's nose
slipped easily into her slickened slit. She rode his nose as if it were a
tiny penis, bouncing on it with gusto and grinding herself into it. Slut
could hardly breathe, but his only concern now was Shauna's orgasm. With
his nose embedded in her pussy, he tried valiantly to flick his tongue at
her burning clit, but her uncontrolled humping of his face, and his own
need to breathe, made this very, very difficult.

His mouth blindly searched for a way to bring Shauna to climax...and as
luck would have it, he found it. Shauna's humping of his nose finally
brought her clit within striking distance of his mouth. His tongue found
it purely by luck. Once he realized he'd captured the prize, he flicked
his tongue rapidly at it, and Shauna's grinding on his face intensified.
She ground herself into his face as if doing so was the only way she could
scratch a deep, nagging itch. Slut took quick breaths of air whenever he
could, but never stopped his lips and tongue on her clit, praying she'd
come soon.

Shauna was now sucking on her personal cock-toy, driving slut crazy. She
knew that the more he craved orgasm, the harder he'd work to give her one.
She stroked and sucked and licked his penis, her stockinged hand squeezing
and lightly caressing his testicles. He was squirming in exquisite agony
as she drove him to the brink. First her tongue, and then her stockinged
fingers, teased the very tip of his throbbing helmet, her other hand
squeezing testicles and shaft without mercy. She wanted him more eager to
please her than to do any other thing in life.

Slut cleverly remembered Shauna's love of all things anal, and his hands
desperately sought her forbidden orifice. As she wriggled on his face,
sliding back now to press her sensitive clit into his mouth, she started a
rhythmic up and down movement of her hips, which got more and more rapid
as things progressed.

Slut's fingers managed to spread Shauna's regal cheeks, and the first
finger of each hand dove blindly between them. They found her pouting
sphincter and played with it. Shauna's grinding humping of slut's face
intensified yet again.....and now she was moaning. When slut's first
finger entered her, she all but lost interest in her oral manipulation of
his penis. But she still stroked it and tortured his testicles.

Her head was flung back and her mouth opened wide in a long, continuous
moan. Her crotch was attacking slut's face furiously, but he continued to
suck at her clit as best he could. She sat on his face with her full
weight now, the pounding of her sex nearly shoving her clit down his
throat.

When slut's second finger found its way into her orifice, Shauna no longer
ground into his face, but began to bounce on it. It was all slut could do
to continue to suck at her bulb and finger her anus. His face being so
mashed by Shauna's crotch, he couldn't actually see where his fingers
were, but he knew enough to keep them where they needed to be. What he was
doing was working just fine, and he would've rode naked into Hell to give
Shauna an orgasm right now.

He entered her deeply with both probing fingers, and the result was
instantaneous. She was now pounding his face like a living jackhammer,
moving her groin in every possible direction, forward and back, up and
down, grinding in powerful circular motions. She was doing no less than
assaulting his face with her dripping sex. And whenever he could catch it,
slut still licked and sucked at her clit, even letting his teeth bite at
it if he got the opportunity. All through this, his fingers never stopped
their internal exploration of her "rosebud".

Shauna squeezed slut's cock hard when she came. Luckily, the hand
clutching his testicles had joined her other hand on his tortured shaft or
some damage might have been done. She rode his face with her head flung
back, her neck stretched to its limits, still gripping his manhood in both
hands. She pounded his face beneath her as she came. During her orgasm,
slut breathed very little, but rejoiced in the fact that Shauna was
finally climaxing, and that he might soon be allowed to do the same.

Shauna bucked and screamed, creaming all around slut's nose and mouth, and
his still desperately moving tongue. Her back arched and she rode on waves
of pure sexual ecstasy. Her hands released their choking hold on his
erection and found her breasts, and she found herself squeezing and
pinching her own nipples as she came. One movement of her hips was so fast
and unexpected that it nearly broke slut's still burrowing fingers before
they could escape from within her sphincter.

Shauna rode those waves of pleasure until she was completely satisfied and
totally exhausted. Her drenched pussy slowly stopped its mauling of slut's
face as her orgasm ebbed. She slumped down on top of him, still fondling
her own breasts, but more gently and with less urgency, and still with her
crotch and bottom on his face. She lay there several minutes until her
breathing returned to normal. Then she sat up and sighed, feeling sated
and happy. She sighed and smiled ecstatically up at the sky, stretching
her arms upward and shouting out her bliss to any and all who would
listen.

Eventually, she remembered slut, and looked down at him. She smiled,
because she had slid forward on his face just enough that his nose and
eyes peeked up at her from between her sweat-dripping cheeks. Her juices
were dribbling from her crotch down onto his chin - which she couldn't
see, but felt quite distinctly - and what she could see of his face was
shiny and wet with the fruits of her orgasm. Even his hair was matted to
his head. She adored the entire picture.

Seeing slut's eyes between her buttocks gave her one last cruel idea.

"Would you like your orgasm now, my little stocking slut?" She lifted
herself off his face barely an inch, to allow him to reply.

"Yes, please, Goddess," he pleaded again, his face a mask of total agony.

"Then there's one last thing you have to do for me."

He groaned. She laughed.

"This will be it, slut. After you do this, you can have your pleasure."

"Then, please let me do it for you now, Goddess."

"Mmmm....I like it when you're eager to please me. That's why I deny you
your pleasure, slut...to keep you just that eager to please me. Now,
here's what I want you to do. I'm going to lay on top of you and continue
to play with your cock. I want you to kiss and lick between my cheeks like
you've been trained to do. I want to really feel you working hard at it.
When I decide you've worshipped my bottom long enough, I'll give you
permission to come. How's that, slut? You want your orgasm or not?"

"Oh, yes, please, Goddess. I'll do anything....please..."

Smiling, Shauna laid down on him, with her behind at just the right
position for its servicing. Her intention was to get slut to associate his
upcoming orgasm with his oral servicing of her bottom. She wanted him to
equate his excitement and climax with licking her bottom. She was training
him like Pavlov's dog so that he would be eager to orally service even her
behind. She didn't want him merely cooperative, she wanted him to always
be eager to please her in any and every way. So she decided that the one
thing he hesitated to do for her would be the one thing that would allow
his orgasm.

"You may begin, slut. Remember....work hard....show me your true worship
of me, and your total desire to please me."

"Yes, Goddess," he said hurriedly, anxious to please her enough to collect
his reward.

Shauna's theory worked better than she dreamed. Not only did slut not
hesitate a single second, but he pushed his lips and tongue into her
crevice eagerly, energetically, and with single-minded desire to impress
and please her.

Shauna stroked him again, teased his swollen testicles, licked his
frustrated head. Again the tiny drops of pre-cum glistened and escaped
from within his tiny slit.

"Lick harder, slut," she ordered, her face flush with the excitement of
her success. He licked harder.

"Suck it, slut!" He sucked.

"Lick faster if you want your orgasm," she added cruelly. His head bobbed
furiously with his effort. She was pleased....very pleased.

"Now, slut, spread me wide and kiss my opening...and tell it how much you
worship it."

Without hesitation, he did as she instructed. He was practically shouting
at her bottom when he told it he worshipped it. Then he planted a long,
hot kiss right on her rosette. Shauna was beside herself.

"Very good, slut. You may come now," she almost laughed maniacally with
the power she felt at that moment. To make a man come on command...such
control...such total power over that which he holds most dear. She was
giddy as she leaned back to wait for the inevitable.

No sooner had the words left Shauna's mouth than slut's penis jerked in
her hands. Stream after stream of pent-up desire exploded from his
tortured cock. Shauna could almost see the testicles expand and contract,
delivering their load to his firing cannon. His orgasm lasted longer than
any she could remember.

He groaned and moaned and came near to screaming, his hands leaving
Shauna's bottom to cover his eyes as he spasmed on his back on the floor.
He was still weakly spurting and dribbling several minutes later, much to
Shauna's - and his - surprise. The release was tremendous.....and he
thought he'd pass out from it.

When he was finished, and lay there spent, Shauna sat next to him and
rubbed his stomach and belly, then his limp member, just to tease. She
smiled down at her stocking slut, and then began to reminisce about the
origin of that name.....how he became her stocking slut. She laughed to
herself as she recalled how making him her stocking slut took a bit of
work. She had had to bring it out of him. Oh, he had admitted

to his love of nylons early on, but she had taken that desire and made it
suit her need to control him....made it suit all her needs. She played
with his still trembling body for several minutes, allowing him to return
to normal.

When she felt he'd recovered enough, she ordered slut to get off the floor
and lay by the sofa. She told him he could use the pillow if he wanted to.
He got up, shakily, and complied. He walked slowly to the sofa, naked and
tired. He laid the pillow on the floor at one end of the sofa and laid
down with his head on it, facing the ceiling. Shauna walked over to the
sofa after him. She sat on the sofa with a thud, tired herself. She put
her feet on slut's chest at first, until she had situated herself. She
leaned down and smiled at him.

"You always have been the most comfy footstool, my little stocking slut.
I'm going to sit here and relax for a while. You just lay there and keep
me comfortable." As an afterthought, she added, "I trust you enjoyed the
gift I gave you.....your orgasm?"

"Yes, Goddess, very much," and then wisely he added, "Thank you."

With that, Shauna leaned back into the comfy cushions once again. She
wanted to be

completely comfortable when she reminisced about turning a mere foot slave
into a total stocking slut. She sunk into the cushions and relaxed. Then,
with a cruel smile on her face, she repositioned her feet. She moved them
up slut's chest, over his neck and from there to his face. She left them
there. While his chest was a more comfortable place to rest her feet,
using his face as a footstool made much more of a statement.

And that was what she was all about. In her mind, her feet deserved their
comfort, but she as a true Goddess deserved nothing but the best. And what
better way to put slut perpetually beneath her - symbolically as well

as physically - than by having his upturned face beneath the soles of her
feet? What an unmistakable statement she was making to him!

She rubbed her feet around on his face until she'd found the most
comfortable positions for them. Then she said to him, "While I relax,
slut, I want you to rub the tops of my feet with your hands. Be nice and
gentle. While your face keeps my soles comfortable, I want your hands to
pamper my insteps. I'll let you know when you can stop."

"Yes, Goddess," came his slightly muffled response from below, his warm
breath tickling the soles of her feet.

When slut started rubbing, she closed her eyes. The warmth beneath her
feet, and the gentle strokes on top of them made her smile. Yes, perfect
conditions for her memories of training her stocking slut...

With the soles of her feet on either side of slut's face, and his hands
busy rubbing her insteps and the tops of her toes, Shauna drifted back
many months. She had made him her foot slave immediately on that first
night that they'd met, but molding him into her stocking slut.....well,
she considered that her finest hour. It went beyond simple foot fetish and
worship. His love for the female foot made it easy to break him and
recreate him into her foot slave. But his love had always been for a
woman's feet when they were clean and fresh, pristine and beautiful.
Shauna felt that was selfish of him, and thought he should adore her feet
no matter what condition they might be in. That was the first hurdle
they'd have to overcome....as far as his worship of her feet, of course.

Secondly, Shauna expected his worship of her feet to extend beyond the
times that they were together. It was all well and good he immediately
took his position at her feet whenever he was in her presence, and that's
as it should be. However, she wanted him to be her slave every waking
moment of his day...not just when he was physically at her feet. She
wanted him to desire to be at her feet when he wasn't with her, and she
wanted some way to constantly remind him of her hold over him whether he
was in her presence or not.

Sam, as he was called in his previous life, had always liked when women
wore sexy stockings. Sheer stockings in erotic, open-toed footwear turned
him on. But his fantasies had been for those sexy stockings and shoes to
be removed by him and then the lovely, sweet feet adored. Again, Shauna
expected more than that from him....much more.

Shauna always loved wearing sexy hose and heels, and wanted her personal
foot slave to worship her shoes and hosiery as much as he did her feet.
She loved wearing them, so he should love worshipping them. They touched
her regal feet, and so they too deserved his unconditional adoration.

Getting her slave to worship her shoes was relatively easy, happening even
on that first night, though only to a small extent. Shauna felt he needed
to worship her shoes much more. Likewise her stockings.

Since she wasn't wearing stockings that first night, his training in this
area had to wait. Besides, she had so many other things for him to do for
her that first night that she was content to save her stocking training
for later. But one night, five days after her first meeting with Sam, the
stocking training began.....


Sam had taken Shauna out to dinner that night, massaging her feet
throughout the meal. She smiled to herself when she remembered making Sam
kiss her shoes before he took them off of her, then also kiss her
stockinged toes - all ten of them - right there at the restaurant table.
After dinner, he had to again kiss her toes and shoes before putting her
shoes back on her feet and leaving the restaurant.

After the dinner, Sam had to go shoe shopping with her, helping her try on
all types of sexy shoes. She made him kneel before her and take off her
old shoes, put the new shoes on her feet, and then tell her how sexy her
feet looked in each pair. Along the way, Sam had gotten several erections,
making his kneeling and then

getting up for the next pair of shoes and then kneeling again quite
difficult for him...and amusing for Shauna. That night, Sam had bought
three pairs of shoes for her, shoes Shauna planned to have him worshipping
in due time.

Next, Shauna insisted on going to an out of the way nightclub where they
could dance the night away...as part of her plan, of course. As with the
first night they'd met, Shauna found the least crowded section of the club
to continue her molding of her stocking slut. She had Sam dance with her
on and off for a good portion of the night, both slow dance and fast. She
loved dancing and Sam was pretty good at it......and, it fit well into her
plan. After about fifteen minutes of nonstop dancing, she told Sam she
wanted to sit and relax again.

[liljoe5001]

This is great. I eagerly look forward to mor.

[cyberwop]

I love Her.

Thank You!!

[takiklug]

very nice story. Please keep on writing.

[ayakdelisi]

One of the best foot fetish stories I ever read in my life.. and I've read lots of them.