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Showing posts with label Nylon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nylon. Show all posts

1.27.2011

Nylon Femdom - A Fantasy Story

As she stood in her bathroom she could almost still feel his presence. Joan would know just were to look as she focused on the row of stockings that were laid out hanging on one of her bathroom towel rods. Several of her nylons were always in different stages of the hang to dry process. At first glance she didn't notice anything out of place, as always her stockings were placed perfectly in pair order, with her brown/beige stockings placed apart from her darker black/gray stockings.
That's when she spotted his mistake. There, on one of the stocking welts of the jet-black stocking was a shiny reflection of almost transparent silvery color. She picked up the delicate slippery stocking and ran it through her hands smoothly, slowly and very carefully. On the stocking welt, she spotted a very thin but still slightly damp stain, again there lower at mid calf, and larger stains on the dark reinforced heel and toes of the stocking. Joan was not surprised, as she knew the many weaknesses of men far too well, which had always excited her. This proof was all she needed to move forward with her plan.
With her new discovery she felt her own wetness begin to form between her legs and her breath quickened slightly, as Joan knew pre-cum stains when she saw them. Joan held the stocking to her face and picked up the faint pre-cum scent that was left there. She held back for a moment but she could not resist as she felt the overpowering urge to run her tongue against the damp seedy stains on her stockings.
Her mind raced with the thought of him in her bathroom, alone with the door locked and safe to do as he pleased with her stockings. How he must have held her stockings to his face as she was doing, how he stood there with his pants down around his ankles and began to slide her smooth stockings against and over his hard stiffening cock. Joan's breath deepened as she thought how he had to struggle too quiet his own deep breath and sounds of pleasure as he stroked his firm and sensitive shaft that was encased within the sheer nylon. How he must have been on the edge of orgasm often from the pre-cum markings all along her stocking. How he must have pulled her stocking away at the last second to spit his load wastefully into the toilet. How he must have been so frustrated to pull the sheer nylon away desperately wanting to unleash his full load of cum all over her glossy ultra sheer stockings.
As Joan looked closer to her row of stockings she then spotted something she almost missed, something that did surprise her. Her thought of an explanation on what she saw led to only one conclusion. A thought that surprising made her even more excited. Joan new from years of experience when stockings are dried after a washing they are still somewhat scrunched, not fully opened from being carefully hand wrung then placed on the towel rods to dry. One pair of stockings was fuller, more open than the rest, as if they had been worn then placed with great care back in perfect order with the others.
Joan knew not only did he fondle and jerk off with her stockings; he also had slipped a pair carefully up his own legs to complete his nasty deed. As careful as he was returning the stockings to their proper place with great detail not to get caught, this boldness act of wearing her nylons surprised her. His desire to also cross dress into stockings displayed that his weakness or fetish was even stronger than she expected.
It would not be the first time she would have fun with controlling a man that had a fetish for her stockings, or heels for that matter. The two always seemed to go together. She never met a guy with a strong stocking fetish that also did not have a high heel fetish.
Joan knew how to work them both, but this would be different. This was not just any other man she had met through her social life, or work, but a family member. This was Joan's young nephew David.
Joan's sister Jackie and her nephew David had just left from visiting. Like Joan predicted David could not keep his eyes off of her long shapely legs. She knew the poor young man suffered from his fetish badly, and like always David was waiting until the last minute before they left to use her bathroom to jerk-off from having that raging hard-on for hours.
Joan felt excitement and sensations deep in her belly that were moving quickly down to her loins. She felt her panties now fully damp, and her knees almost weaken with the thought of it all. Her handsome nephew David just turning eighteen had grown up fast. His young but strong athletic body excited her even more. Joan knew that at that age his hormones must have been going crazy, even more so suffering from such a strong and deep fetish. At that age David had to be jerking off and spit his seed daily. Such a waste of good sperm she laughed. Joan also knew it was time to teach the young man some women superiority lessons and discipline. Joan laughed to herself, knowing she held the key of control to David's weakness and fetish for stockings. The young man would not have a chance.
She could not wait to call and share her pre-cum stocking stained discovery with her sister. Even more so the new discovery of her nephew not only jerking off with her nylons in her bathroom, but asking her sister Jackie if she knew about her own son's submissive act of wearing stockings?
With only fourteen months in age difference between the sisters, they were often asked if they were twins. Both stood tall at 5'9" with stunning figures and legs to die for, as their girlfriends would say. The sisters were always very close even more so after the divorce of Jackie's husband years ago. As when younger they still shared the same wild streak in almost everything they did. The sisters always shared everything with each other and nothing was secret between the two. Anything dealing with sexuality had always been shared openly between them. They both still loved to share even the most intimate sexual date details with each other as they did early on when they both became sexually active. Jackie and Joan were both very dominating women. Both shared the very same woman superiority standards that they had learned from their mother while growing up. The sisters both joked often about either one of them loving to become a professional dominatrix. The sisters knew their shapely legs were their most powerful assets with men of all ages giving them the once over.
They always knew from experience just the right type of stockings to wear. Ultra sheer, very glossy full-fashioned seamed stockings with the big foot reinforcements that were so visual. Or if Joan ever wore seamless stockings they always had the big dark squared off reinforced heel and toe styles that made those nylon foot fetish men weak in the knees.
The sisters had learned from a young age that those stockings worked charms early on in high school and later in the work place, as well as in their social life. The sisters could spot a man with a stockings/heel fetish in no time, and knew just one sniff of their nylon foot or the scent of the damp leather soles of those well worn FM pumps would have him begging for more. One wiggle of a stocking foot under the nose of the weakest nylon footman would have him buying gifts upon gifts for them. Men with extreme fetishes are so weak, so easy. The sisters would often laugh at their simple feminine tools of power. Teasing the boys in school was one thing but teasing men was even more of a turn on.
Joan thought back.
Joan remembered a high school professor who had an intense stocking fetish. How Joan would sit in the front row making sure the professor had a clear view of her shapely legs incased in the sheerest of stockings. How she would let her high heel dangle from her nylon toes. How she could see sweat form on his brow as he could not take his eyes off her legs and high heels. Joan was to learn the full weakness of a man with a stockings/heels fetish.
Not doing well with her grade in Mr. Spears class Joan asked if she could stop by the class after school to discuss them. The small framed teacher nervously responded to the after school appointment time.
Joan made sure the hallways were empty and quiet as she approached Mr. Spear's classroom door. Joan thought maybe he might not wait as she was at least twenty minutes late, but she smiled as she felt the unlocked doorknob open smoothly in her hand. Joan had the feeling if she was an hour late the man would still be waiting for her.
There sat the professor shuffling papers on his desk as Joan entered the classroom. Joan could hear the sound of her spiked heels echo across the empty classroom floor as she approached Mr. Spear's desk. She could see Mr. Spears eyes were riveted on her approaching stiletto heels with every step she took. Joan knew she must have been quite a sight in her tight skirt, sheerest black stockings and her highest five-inch "fuck me" pumps.
Joan paid no mind to the empty chair that was just off to his left. She sat on the corner of Mr. Spear's desk and wasted no time in slowly crossing her legs, sending that slick swish sound of nylon against nylon through the dead quiet classroom. Joan did not even try to cover up her stocking tops and made sure the glossy dark bands of her stocking welts were in full view. And what a view of her legs Mr. Spears had. The low afternoon sunlight through the classroom windows cast a hazy glow of light that sparkled reflections off the ultra sheer flat knit nylon. The high gloss stockings in the room's filtered sunlight were a plus Joan did not even plan on, as she watched the soft glow dance across her long legs.
She slowly edged her legs closer to him as she began to ask what she could do to get her grades up. Mr. Spears was almost shaking in his chair not being able to take his eyes off her nylon encased legs that were just inches from him as they talked.
As Joan spoke she began to let her fingers fiddle with one of her garter tabs where the stocking was fastened. Playing with the small rubber tab covered in black nylon between her fingers, lightly pulling and tugging on it. Letting her fingers go from the garter tab and run across her slick stocking top in a smoothing motion. Mr. Spears was as nervous as she had ever seen him when Joan put into play her high heel dangle magic. Mr. Spears hand was now just inches from Joan's legs. She knew how he must have desperately wanted to touch her stockings. His now visible erection was huge in his slacks. Mr. Spear's conversation was turning into incomplete sentences as he was struggling with his fetish when she let her dangling heel fall from her toes. The sound of Joan's shoe hitting the floor had Mr. Spears quickly reaching for it. Joan had to hold in a laugh as the submissive teacher looked like a puppy dog panting while retrieving a chew toy.
As Mr. Spear's held the stiletto heel in his shaking hands Joan smiled innocently and with a low seductive voice said: "Oh thank you Mr. Spears, but please, can you help me put it back on?"
As the professor's shaking hands reached for Joan's nylon covered foot, Mr. Spears was able to reply in a shaking voice, "Oh yes of course Joan please let me help you!"
As Mr. Spears sweating hands made contact and held Joan's slick shiny stocking foot, she laughed and added: "Mr. Spears I think you like my stockings don't you? You're always looking at them in class aren't you?"
Mr. Spears swallowed hard and became tongue tied as his hands were still shaking, holding Joan's stocking foot and leather pump as if they were priceless prizes. Joan smirked and laughed at the professor: "I think you're a leg man Mr. Spears. I think you're a stocking man too. As a matter of fact, I think you also have a nylon foot fetish, don't you Mr. Spears?"
With that she placed her stocking foot on Mr. Spears lap and watched him start to squirm in the chair. He moaned and gasped out in a weak voice: "Oh my God!"
Joan's dark reinforced nylon toes now dug against the professor's hard boner that he was clearly sporting in his pants.
"You like my feet Mr. Spears? You like those big dark nylon reinforcements don't you?"
Mr. Spears was losing all control and within moments Mr. Spears was now rubbing Joan's nylon foot all over his face. All Joan could hear were muffled moans of: "Oh my god, I can't believe this! God they smell and feel so good!"
Joan knew she had the professor right where she wanted him. "Oh Mr. Spears, Joan laughed, I just knew it, I knew you loved my nylons!"
She pressed and rubbed her nylon foot against his hard-on all the while letting him worship her other foot pressed firmly over his nose. Joan's question: "You know Mr. Spears. a little, oh "A" in this class would get your hot cum squirting all over my nylons? You know you want to feel your cock against my nylons don't you Mr. Spears?"
Mr. Spears was caught up in the moment rubbing his hand all over Joan's stocking foot that was pressing all over his hard cock. He continued to moan licking and now sucking on Joan's nylon toes, sliding his other hand farther up and down Joan's slick nylon covered leg.
Mr. Spears then moaned loudly: "Oh yes an A, yes anything you want, please, please let me cum against those black stockings!"
Joan's orders to Mr. Spears to unzip and pull out his cock was quickly followed as she worked her stocking foot all around that stiff bare cock. Joan quickly focused on the under side of the shaft, just below the big head of his cock. Only a few strokes from those slick and shiny reinforced nylon toes had Mr. Spears squirming and shaking in his chair. He quickly ran his hand up and down the full length of Joan's stocking leg from the tips of her toes to the tops of her hose. All the while his moans of pleasure from Joan's nylons against his naked cock also had the professor inhaling deeply at Joan's stinky nylon toes with a rapid breath.
Joan's low tone voice and words of: "That's it Mr. Spears smell my nylon feet!" sent him over the edge. Joan saw the meek professor weaken and lose all control. His cock began to spasm and spit rope after rope of his hot cum all over her black nylons, leaving the sole of her foot dripping with his fresh pearl white cum. Joan laughed at the sight of her teacher's weakness and quickly grabbed her high heel from her teacher's hands. Mr. Spears was all out of breath and wide eyed as he watched Joan slip her pump on over her heavily sperm coated nylon foot.
Joan smiled as she hopped off Mr. Spear's desk placing her weight on her cum soaked stocking foot. "I just love the feeling of squishing your sperm in my shoe Mr. Spears!" Joan turned and walked out of the classroom giggling. "Thank you Mr. Spears!"
Joan then thought back for a moment about her cute nephew David.
Joan had always known her nephew David had a stocking fetish as the sisters had discussed and even made fun of it often. Even when David was younger he always made his way to any women in the room that was wearing stockings, as he loved to feel the silky sheer delicate fabric. Joan thought back when David could not keep his hands off her stockings as well as even rub his face against them. Many times Joan and other ladies would laugh at her younger nephew as he would even smell the woman's stocking feet in the room.
The women would laugh and say, "Jackie I think your son has a nylon foot fetish!"
The sisters thought David's fetish was cute and many times they would tease him by slipping off one of their high heels and place their warm stockings clad toes right over David's face, letting him smell in deeply at that strong, well-worn nylon and leather scent and laughed as they watched his eyes roll back with pleasure.
Whenever Joan would visit her sister she would make sure she was wearing the most expensive and sheerest stockings she owned. If David were in the same room she would start her leg crossing and high heel dangling magic. David tried not to stare but she caught him with his eyes ogling up and down at her shapely nylon encased gams. David did not have a chance between her and her sister Jackie who had also always been a leg tease. She knew that David grew up watching his mother walking around wearing just an open robe with her girdle, garters, nylon stockings and high heel slippers in full view of David as she got ready for work.
Joan knew all the tricks that drove a stocking man crazy, including that distinctive nylon hiss sound those sheer stockings made as she slowly slid one leg over the other. She could see the nervousness and even deprivation set into David's face as she would skillfully give him a stocking leg and foot show. Slowly slipping her stocking feet in and out of those spiked heeled leather soles, playing with her heels on the floor and with her slick shiny stocking clad feet. Joan did possess the art of dangling those heels from the tip of her dark reinforced nylon toes, letting the slick big dark reinforced heel show in full view. Joan also knew the power of those well-fitted slick and shiny dark stocking tops and loved to let her skirt ride up high enough to show them off to the fullest.
Finally she made sure to innocently smooth out her stockings in front of David or adjust her garters and stocking welts in front of the wide-eyed boy. Watching the poor boy's face and body almost shake in desperation as the lad tried to cover up the full frustrating erection in his pants. Joan loved the act of teasing David and knowing the young man's specific weakness made it all the more easier and exciting, knowing in his fetish starved mind he wanted to drop to his knees and worship those nylon stockings she wore more than anything. That gave Joan a very strong erotic controlling satisfaction.
As Joan blinked and came back into the present after the brief flashback, she found herself still holding the sheer black stockings her nephew David just moments earlier secretly had his way with. Joan's sheer black panties were still soaked in excitement. She held the sheer stocking in her mouth to free her hands.
She could not stand it another second and she reached down with her trembling fingers to touch herself, while imagining in her mind's eye her nephew jerking off to the thoughts of his Aunt and her stockings. Joan quickly unbuttoned her white satin blouse as she skillfully lifted her bra up to expose her heavy breasts and quickly growing nipples. She reached for the hem of her dark gray skirt and felt the cool air on her bare thighs above her slick jet-black stocking tops. With the skirt now above her waist, Joan spread her legs apart just enough so her fingers could reach her now very sensitive pussy, over the very thin layer of sheer damp nylon that prevented her fingers from disappearing deeply into her slippery slit.
She turned and saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was still sucking the pre-cum stained stocking in her mouth. Her heavy bare breasts fully exposed as they swayed without support. Her nipples brushing against the sheer stocking as it hung down from her mouth and moved against them. Her skirt hiked up high around her waist, her satin black garter belt worn firmly over her sheer panties with her stocking tops now in full view.
The stocking tops held up taut and high from the short black metal garter hooks and rubber tabs that secured and pulled at the welts firmly. The bathroom lights upon her black stocking legs made the thin ultra sheer flat knit yarn sparkle as the light reflected and almost danced across the shiny nylon surface from each small movement her shaking legs made. She laughed because she thought she looked like a men's magazine pinup lingerie model.
Joan's now shaking fingers pulled the panties to one side and she gasped upon contact of her fingertips over her ultra sensitive moist clit. Joan's tits were getting full attention from her other hand as she squeezed and pulled on her sensitive erect nipples. Joan's fingers worked her pussy skillfully and then slid inside her slit towards her weak spot. The quiet bathroom started to fill with weak moans of pleasure and the sound of her soaked pussy being worked by her fingers. She fought to keep her eyes open to look at the reflection of that sexy woman she was seeing in the mirror.
Finally, with the taste of her young nephew's pre-cum against her tongue and the thought of him wearing and jerking off with her stockings, she closed her eyes and let herself go as she had now reached the point of no return. Joan experienced her orgasm. Her body shook with the rush of successive waves of pleasure. With her chest heaving, her stocking mouth muffled screams of pleasure that filled and echoed off the bathroom walls. Joan felt her legs turning to rubber, her ankles shaking as she fought to remain stable in those towering black patent leather five-inch spike heels she wore. Joan had to lean up against the wall to retain balance as her orgasm pounded wave after wave through her lower belly, sending mind-blowing thrills up her spine, all the way to the tips of her hair!
Joan dropped the now damp thick saliva filled and lipstick marked stocking from her mouth as she gasped for air. "Holly shit!" She panted as she fought to catch her breath. She had never had an orgasm so rapidly in her life. It was time to make the call to her sister.
-A plan was laid out between them to teach David a lesson he would never forget. That next Saturday morning David was just lying around the house watching some TV when his mom walked into the living room. David's eyes were wide open as his mom was dressed to kill.
There stood his mom wearing the tightest skirt she owned. Her beautiful legs were clad in her sheerest black full-fashioned seamed stockings and highest stiletto pumps she owned. David's cock twitched at the sight of her legs in those stockings and high heels.
As Jackie was starting to hook her earrings she said, "Dear, Aunt Joan just called and needed some help with a few things around the house. I'm about to go out shopping dear, but I can give you a ride over to Aunt Joan's."
Jackie then turned her back to David as she was hooking up the last earring and said, "Dear how are the seams in my stockings? Are they nice and straight?"
David cleared his throat staring closely at the perfectly straight seams of the stockings. "Yes mom they are perfect, why are you so dressed-up just to go shopping?"
"What's the matter dear can't your mom dress up a little to go shoe shopping? I'm in the need for a few things and most of all I need a new pair of heels and more stockings. Can never have enough nylons right dear? Hey maybe if Aunt Joan just needs you for a minute you can go with me. Maybe Aunt Joan would like to go also? Don't you want to help me pick out some heels dear?"
David's cock was now fully erect at just the thought of watching his mother trying on high heels in a ladies' shoe store. All those women around him slipping and sliding their stocking feet in and out of all those heels was a dream come true situation!
David briefly fought for a moment in decision of wanting to stay home alone so he could get into his mother's bedroom. How he wanted so badly to wear his mother's stockings, garters and spiked heels while looking at himself in the mirror jerking-off. He was almost in desperate need at this point from just seeing his mother's beautiful stocking legs in front of him. But then the thought of seeing his Aunt was not to be missed either. That was another chance to get into his Aunt's bathroom and jerk-off with her stockings as he had just done last week and that was an even stronger temptation.
"Sure mom, why not? I guess nothing else going on today."
Jackie smiled and said: "That's my boy!"
In the car Jackie knew her son was getting an eyeful. The small bench seat and cabin of the little Ford Falcon kept them close. She could just feel his eyes ogling her long legs. Jackie could feel her skirt sliding up as she shifted and engaged the clutch. She was fully aware of her jet-black stocking tops now in view. She also knew her son's high heel fetish must have had him focused on her spiked heels working the clutch, gas, and brake pedals. She knew the short car ride would keep his young cock stiff all the way to their destination.
Once inside his Aunts house David saw that his Aunt was also dressed to kill. A black satin tight skirt, white silk blouse with ultra sheer black stockings worn with the same style five inch FM pumps just like his mother was wearing. David had to keep his hands in his pockets to help hide his full erection. Nervously David asked his Aunt what she needed help with?
"David there is something that I wanted to share with you, please sit down here in this chair. I will be right back dear."
David could hear the swishing of his Aunts stockings as she left the room. David's mother moved and sat on the sofa in front of him. She sat back and crossed her long legs making sure once again her stocking tops were in full view. David had a direct front view of his mother's gorgeous legs encased in those glossy black stockings.
David knew something was up but not knowing asked, "Hey Mom what's up?"
Jackie slowly bounced her leg over the other smoothing her hand over her stocking watching her son stare directly at her stocking tops. "Patience dear you will find out very soon."
With that Aunt Joan returned and tossed on David's lap a pair of black stockings. David, surprised by the act, looked at his mother and Aunt with questioning eyes. Before David could speak Joan said, "David do these stockings look familiar? They are the same stockings I had in my bathroom on your last visit."
David nervously looked at his mother that was smiling, then back at his Aunt Joan as she now had both hands on her hips. As David looked at the beautiful black stockings lying on his lap he stammered with, "Gee I don't know Aunt Joan why would I?"
With that David's mother added, "David you have been a very, very naughty boy haven't you?"
Joan quickly added, "David you have been more than naughty with my stockings in the bathroom haven't you? I found nasty cum stains on them. Your mother and I also know you wear stockings!" In a firm voice Aunt Joan demanded an explanation.
David looked at his mother and back at his Aunt. David looked down at the stockings in his lap now totally embarrassed. Not looking up David shamefully confessed his act.
"I'm sorry Aunt Joan; I just could not help it. Your nylons are so, so beautiful."
As Aunt Joan walked around in front of David still with folded arms, "David your mother and I both agree that you need to be punished for your actions! You may not continue with your perverted nasty ways without asking permission. Do you understand?"
David was very nervous just having his deep embarrassing secret reveled and kept his head down weakly answering, "Yes Auntie."
David's mother slid farther back on the couch with her legs still crossed looking at her sister giving a nod of approval to continue. Jackie spoke briefly to her son, "I'm really going to enjoy this David."
Joan laughed at her sister saying, "Just like old times sis!"
Joan began to walk around the young boy as he sat still staring down at the stockings in his lap. "I'm going to ask you a few questions David and I want direct answers, do you understand?"
"Yes Auntie."
"Good."
"You have a deep stockings fetish don't you?"
David still looking down in his nervous state replied with an almost unheard quiet voice, "Yes."
Joan raised her voice and snapped, "Yes what? And speak up! When spoken to it's YES Auntie or YES mother, do you understand?"
David looked up at his aunt standing directly in front of him, "Yes auntie."
"That's much better."
"Now let's start over. David you have a nylon stocking fetish don't you?"
"Yes auntie."
"And besides jerking off with my stockings in the bathroom last week you also wore them didn't you?"
David hesitated with his answer now fully embarrassed but managed to get out, "Yes auntie."
"You are a very, very nasty young man aren't you?"
"Yes auntie, I'm sorry."
"I did not ask you if you were sorry, did I?"
"No auntie."
As David continued to look down at the floor he could see his Auntie's spiked heels and stocking covered ankles come into view as she continued to circle the chair slowly. As she moved, David could hear his aunt's stockings sliding against each other and could also see her tall stiletto heels dig deep into the carpet. Seeing his aunt's stockings in his lap and the sound of the swish-swish as his aunt moved was having an effect on him. He could start to feel his cock move, twitch and stiffen in his pants.
"So David likes to wear stockings. What else do you like wearing David?"
David looked up his mother sitting on the couch in front of him totally embarrassed.
David's mother laughed enjoying the moment. "Answer your Aunt!"
David stammered and confessed. "Yes, I love to wear stockings. I wear them with mother's garter belts, and her high heels. I, I can't help it! It just looks and feels so good."
With that Joan looked at her sister and gave a nod. Jackie knew just what to do. Jackie got up and went into her sister's bedroom where Joan already had laid out a satin black garter belt and a pair of her tallest high heel pumps.
"Stand up!" Joan demanded. "Take off your clothes, quickly, all of them!"
As Jackie returned in the room her son was already in the process of undressing himself. David stood there with just his cotton white briefs on. He was now sporting a huge erection and totally embarrassed as he held his hands down in front of him to cover it up.
Jackie demanded to her son, "Take off everything! You are not showing us anything we have not already seen!"
Jackie ordered, "David, put these on, just as you do when I'm not home"
The two sisters watched wide eye as David now with his full erection exposed started dressing. Finally as he slipped on Joan's last high heel they could see the poor boy was shaking from embarrassment and excitement all at the same time. There stood David wearing Joan's black garter belt, jet-black full-fashioned seamed stockings that she knew he had secretly worn jerking off in her bathroom the week before.
She could tell this boy had been practicing. The stockings were worn in perfect order. The seams of the stockings were straight, garters hooked to the stocking welts with perfect placement. The poor boy's erection was standing full, stiff, and straight up in the air between the black garter straps. The sisters both laughed as they were enjoying every moment of this.
"Wow Jackie, from the way he expertly slipped into my nylons, looks like we were right; David has been wearing stockings and heels for quite some time!"
David was surprised at the sight of both his beautiful aunt and mother standing in front of him starting to disrobe. In moments they both stood wearing just their undergarments. Both sisters were simply wearing their black stockings, panties, garter belts, bra, and high heels.
Joan walked up only inches in front of David. She could almost hear David's heart pound in his chest. She took one step closer and David's cock came in contact with her silky stocking top. Joan knew just what to do. Slowly she raised her nylon covered stocking welt across the boy's ultra sensitive stiff shaft.
Aware of the poor boy's nylon fetish, she knew this would be madding for him. David let out a gasp at the contact of Joan's shiny nylon stocking top. Jackie watched her sister at work and saw her son's ankles shake and quiver from the touch of her sister's nylons coming into contact with her son's stiff erection.
Joan glanced over at her sister and said laughing, "Wow sis, he suffers badly from his fetish doesn't he?"
Joan still laughing looked deep into her nephew's eyes. She then moved in closer with her lips against his ear whispering, "You just love that don't you my nylon sissy? You could squirt your cum right now all over my stockings couldn't you?"
David was now shaking with excitement from the touch of the sheer nylons against his hard cock, the smell of her perfume with auntie Joan's lingerie clad body so close against his, he felt her warm breath as she spoke.
David moaned, "Oh auntie yes, but please don't make me do that in front of you and mom, don't make me cum, please!"
David's mother then approached and joined in standing next to her son. Jackie took over where her sister left off with rubbing her stocking tops against her son's hard cock. David gasped and moaned at the touch of his mother's stockings with, "Oh God, mother, please!"
The feeling was overpowering to the young man standing there, wearing his auntie's stockings and spiked heels, his hard cock fully exposed with both his mother's and auntie's stocking legs just inches from him.
"So this is what you are doing when I'm not home huh? You are dressing like a sissy wearing my stockings, panties, girdles, and high heels to jerk off with?" She continued to lightly rub her silky stocking top against her sons cock. "Is this what you want? You want to cum on mommy's nylons? Do you smell mommy's stinky nylon stockings in the hamper along with my worn leather pumps when I'm not home? Do you?"
David had a desperate look on his face as all of his well-kept secrets over the years had come to be exposed. David's eyes rolled back into his head as his ankles were shaking even more in his aunt's tall five-inch pumps, as the touch of his mother's nylons on his cock was getting to him.
"Yes mother yes. Please, I'm sorry. I can't explain it, the touch and feel of your stockings and the smell of your nylons and heels just make me go nuts. I'm so embarrassed mother. Oh God, mother please, I'm sorry!"
The girls knew just what they were doing and knew the poor young man was ready to cum if they did not stop with the nylon-to-cock contact. Joan stood right next to her nephew as her sister interrogated him. Joan grabbed the boy's balls and held them tight to help control things as his mother still teased and rubbed her nylon thigh against the boys cock. David's shaft slid along his mother's stocking and he could hardly stand any more nylon cock teasing. David felt his cock slide up higher on the stocking top, he felt the smoothness of the sheer nylon then felt his cock's pee hole hit her garter tab. The metal and nylon covered rubber tab ran down against the boys shaft.
David moaned, "Oh God, mother!" Joan squeezed harder on the young man's balls to prevent him from coming.
Joan yelled, "Don't you dare cum yet nylon sissy!"
Joan's next command was to have David kneel in front of her as she sat in the chair crossing her legs. She let her shoe dangle off the tip of her nylon toes as she always did in front of him whenever David was over to visit. Joan told David how both her and his mother had known all along of his nylon foot fetish. From when he was very young, the way he always felt all the women's stockings in a room. How all the women would laugh as he tried to smell the women's nylon feet.
You really love that don't you David? You love the scent of stinky nylon feet don't you? Do you know how disgusting that is?"
"Yes, yes auntie, I'm sorry but I can't help it, I don't know why but I love the smell of worn nylons and high heels."
David was now in a state of almost erotic numbness at the talk and sight of both his mother and aunt just wearing their stockings in front of him. It was like a dream when he would jerk off home alone thinking of his aunt and mother's stockings. He began to confess everything to his aunt and mother.
David's mother replied, laughing at her son in his submissive kneeling position in front of her sister: "Is that what you like? You still love to smell my high heels when I'm not home? Smell my stockings in the unwashed hamper? Smell my heels in my closet? Jerking off wearing all my stuff?"
David held his head down in shame softly saying, "Yes mother, I'm sorry!"
With that Joan raised her high heel foot up to David's face. "Remove my shoe, stocking-foot slave!"
David's mother laughed at the sight.
"How many days Joan?"
Joan laughed and said: "Four days sis! Four days of wearing the same stockings to work!"
Jackie laughed, "Oh my god sis that's cruel!"
Joan laughed: "My heels and stockings must stink!" as she ordered her nephew to smell her shoe.
David reached with shaking hands slipping off Joan's high heel. David could hear that faint but distinctive nylon swish sound as he aunt's stocking foot slid out of the leather pump leaving his aunt's beautiful stocking clad foot just inches from his face.
Within seconds of removing his aunt's shoe David quickly picked up the strong odor of her shoe as his nose twitched. He felt his nostrils flair open at the musky vinegary scent. David held the insole of her shoe to his face and gave out a slight moan as he felt the warm leather come into contact with his nose. David's eyelids flickered as he inhaled deeply with louder moans of pleasure. The sisters both knew of the effect this was having as they laughed and pointed to his cock. They saw David's cock stiffen and grow another full inch as the strong odor of nylon and leather burned deep into his brain.
Joan was now also excited. It did not take long with the sight of David in front of her, with him wearing her stockings and heels as she teased the poor fellow. Joan kicked the heel away from her nephew's face and ordered the young man to smell her nylon feet. Joan did not waste time rubbing her silky foot all over the David's face. She placed her warm nylon toes directly over David's nose and pressed hard.
Smelling his aunt's high heel was one thing but to have her stocking foot directly over his face was another. David felt his aunt's nylon toes lock firmly against his face. Her stockings were smooth and warm to the touch but the dark reinforced toes were almost stiff, crusty from the heavy musty damp scent and days without washing.
David's knees went weak and he felt his body go numb with an uncontrolled shake. David was moaning with pleasure as the strong scent of Joan's stocking foot was taking full effect on his lifelong nylon foot fetish. David started to shake harder as he reached to slide his hands along and up his aunt's nylon ankle and calf. David could now feel his mother standing behind him. He felt his mother's warm nylon legs against his bare back as he continued to smell his aunt's stocking foot. David continued to meekly moan out muffled sounds as Joan then extended her other nylon foot to the young man's full erection.
At contact of David's hard cock with aunt Joan's stocking foot David's back arched and soft moans turned to, "Oh God, oh God!"
David's mother laughed out: "Careful sis, any contact of your nylon feet on his cock will really make him squirt!"
Joan laughed, "I know, I know, just a touch to watch him quiver and hear him moan louder. I love this!"
With that Joan ordered David to start kissing her foot. David now in a full state of submissive arousal did not have to be told twice. David started to worship kisses on her sheer glossy nylon foot as his mother rubbed her stocking legs against his back. David's mouth opened, he just had to lick and suck those dark nylon reinforced toes as he had always dreamed of doing. As David's tongue came into contact with the slick nylon David's mother sharply pulled her son away.
Joan laughed, as she knew her sister was now going to take over. "Did your auntie give you permission to lick and suck on her toes? She told you to KISS them not LICK them! You must learn and listen to what we say. Do you understand my sissy nylon boy?"
David confused, shocked and denied of his aunt's stocking toes answered sadly, "Yes Mother."
David's mother ordered him on his back on the living room floor. She stood with her high heels against each side of her son's ears giving her son a direct view of her shapely shiny nylon clad legs right up to her now also wet panties. Jackie knew what was coming next for her boy: his first real taste of woman! It is one thing to smell a woman's nylon foot or shoe but there was nothing more powerful than the real smell or taste of a hot wet ready to fuck pussy.
Joan was waiting for this moment and could almost not stand it. Jackie watched as her sister Joan slipped off her thin sheer nylon panties and lowered herself onto her nephew's chest sliding slowly forward. Jackie released her vise griping high heels from her son's head, stepping back as her sister's nylon thighs slid forward. Joan now had the boy right where she wanted him. Her strong nylon thighs pinned against the boy's ears.
David's eyes were wide open staring at his aunt's pussy so close to him. He could see his aunt's wet slit turn to pink as she began to spread her thighs wider. David moaned as his mother walked around starting to tease his cock with one of her high heels. David felt his mother's cool patent leather pump and occasional brief brush of sheer nylon from the top of her foot against his stiff cock.
Joan ordered, "Ok big boy "eat me" eat my hot pussy!"
Another inch forward and her pussy was now on the young man's face. She continued to give her nephew commands on how to please her needs. As David worked his tongue to the commands of guidance from his aunt Joan, his mother knew from the sounds her sister was making that she was already close to losing it. All the pre-cum that had now formed and dripped down the side of her son's cock also told her he was building to an approaching orgasm. She did not want him to lose it so soon so she placed her pointed toe of one of her spiked heels directly at her son's balls and slowly but firmly pushed. She could hear David's muffled moans of discomfort coming from Joan's pussy. Her sister was grinding her mound faster and her hips were moving up and down on her nephew's face.
Joan's hands fell to the carpet for support as she began to scream out her climax. Joan's hips rocked back and forth over David's wet face, coming hard and long until she could not move another inch. Joan dismounted her nephew and Jackie could now fully see her son's face soaked with her sister's pussy juice and saliva as David was also breathing hard for fresh air.
Joan panted to her sister: "Wow can your nylon-sissy son eat pussy! Ok sis it's your turn!"
David's mother moved and sat on the couch with her nylon-clad legs fully spread and panties removed. Joan grabbed David by the hair on his head as she walked her nephew on all fours over to his waiting mother. As David reached near his mother' pubic area, she lifted one of her stocking legs and placed it over her son's shoulder, pulling him closer. David could not wait to touch his mother's sheer stockings. He kissed his mother's inside nylon thighs; his face was still soaked from the taste of his aunt's pussy. Jackie felt her son's damp wet face against her nylon thighs and could hear whimpers of moaning from her son.
"That's a good boy, come to momma!" Jackie could now see her inside nylon stockings glisten from where her son had wiped his pussy soaked face against the smooth nylon.
Jackie now had her son by his hair and was guiding him in. David found his warm mother's pussy and began his best tongue pleasing effort. All he could think about was how his aunt came on his face. As David ran his hands against his mother's stocking tops his aunt Joan was right behind him still holding onto her nephew's balls, squeezing and pulling from time to time, making it uncomfortable for David. He could hear his mother moan and his aunt laughing from behind.
It was hard to keep her eyes open as Jackie was enjoying her pussy being eaten out by her own son. She moaned and laughed at the sight of her submissive son in stockings and heels perform to her and her sister's commands.
Joan then reached down and started to rub her finger against her nephew's rectum. David began to squirm and moan lightly. Joan spread her nephew's nylon legs apart from behind. She let some spit from her mouth fall between the boys cheeks as she spread him even further. Within seconds Joan had slipped her finger deep into the boy's rectum. David gasped and moaned raising his head to protest. His mother grabbed the boy's head by the hair and pushed it back down to her now fully wet and eager pussy.
Joan laughed as she fingered her nephew's ass hole with one hand and still grabbed and held his balls with the other. She knew she was causing discomfort as he moaned with both pleasure of rubbing his mother's nylons with his hands and from the squeeze Joan was doing on his balls as he continued to service his mother to moans of pleasure.
Joan and Jackie were both laughing with words of, "Nylon-sissy boy is getting his ass fucked by Auntie's finger!"
Jackie's voice turned to loud moans while her son hit her weak spot. She squeezed her son's head harder between her thighs as she felt herself starting to climax.
Jackie screamed out: "Oh fuck sis, fuck I'm coming!" David worked his mother's slick clit with his tongue as best as he knew. Within moments his mother was coming all over his face just like his aunt had previously done.
Jackie pushed her son off as she could not take anymore contact to her ultra sensitive clit. David sat on the floor between both his mother and aunt as he still sported a full and hard erection dripping pre cum all over his own stocking tops. The sisters knew the boy's face showed deep desperation to cum but also knew he was afraid to ask.
Jackie got up with her legs still shaking a little from her intense orgasm. She stood up, adjusted and pulled up her stocking tops right in front of David and then continued to walk over to the chair in front of the couch. As she sat she extended out both her legs to make sure her stocking tops were pulled up and smooth and as taunt as she could make them. She re-adjusted each front garter strap pulling and shortening the length of them as much as she could. Her stocking tops were now ultra smooth, slick to the touch and straining from the shortened garters.
She pointed to her son, then to her lap: "Over my knee young man, you still have a punishment coming for you wearing your auntie's stockings without permission last week. Nothing a little spanking won't cure!"
"Oh mom please not a spanking, I'm too old for spankings!"
Aunt Joan grabbed her nephew by the ear and walked him over to his mother. David's ankles in his aunt's spiked heels wobbled with each quick step toward his mother.
With that Joan helped place her nephew over her sister's lap. Jackie looked at her sister and just nodded. Joan walked out of the room leaving David with his mother across her lap.
Jackie told her son to hold onto her ankles for balance, as aunt Joan would be right back.
David felt his still hard cock now against his mother's stockings tops but was afraid to move an inch. Jackie could feel the boy's throbbing cock on her stockings and slowly made small movements, knowing the sensation of her stockings against the sensitive young man's cock would keep him hard as well as continue to drive his nylon fetish crazy.
Joan returned to the room with one of her bedroom play toy dildos, a nylon stocking in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Joan walked around and stood in front of her nephew with her legs just inches from his face.
David moaned as his mother continued to move her knees under David's rock hard cock. Joan took a step forward rubbing her stocking knee against the boy's face.
"That's it kiss my legs our nylon-sissy boy. Worship them like you know you have been wanting all these years."
Joan then knelt down in front of her nephew reveling her sex toy as she ran it slowly across the nylon stocking she was holding. Joan remarked laughing, "Looks just like your cock rubbing against our stockings doesn't it?" Joan smiled at her nephew's confused expression as David was wide eyed at the sight of the perfectly cock shaped dildo.
Joan then slipped out of one of her high heels and placed the warm heavy scented nylon/leather sole of the shoe directly over the boy's nose wrapping and tying the nylon stocking she was holding around the boy's head and face tightly, to secure it in place. Joan made quick and final adjustments making sure the high heel was tight and solid.
David moaned in pleasure from the strong scent of his aunt's shoe held so tightly against his face. With his nose placed perfectly in the center of the ball of the foot, just inches from the toe box and his mouth lower at her heel he was forced to inhale and breath directly through the shoe.
Jackie said to her son: "This will be your reminder that if you ever wear our stockings without permission it will be the consequence of your act!"
Joan moved and knelt down between David's nylon covered legs that hung over his mother's lap. She spread them farther apart and caressed his stocking legs. David moaned from the sensation of his cock against his mother's stockings, his aunt's shoe over his nose and the feeling of his aunt's hands running against his stocking covered legs. It all felt so good until.
WHACK! The first whack of his mother's hand against his bare bottom was swift and quick with no warning.
WHACK! The second was to be followed by a third, and fourth that all were much harder. With each swift whack David felt his cock slide forward against his mother's stocking tops. He moaned in pain on each strike followed with pleasure with each small thrust of his rigid cock against the sheer nylon stockings.
Joan laughed: "Harder Sis!"
WHACK! David was squirming with each new hit. The last few hard hits now brought tears to his eyes.
Joan yelled: "Don't you dare cum!" The girls new his cock against his mother's stockings had him on the edge.
WHACK!
David started to squirm and shake, as he was fighting not to cum. Joan was looking down close between the boy's flat and trim stomach and she could see his cock wedged between his stomach and his mother's stocking legs. David's cock was huge with his pee hole wide open, the head of his cock now red in color against the shiny jet-black stocking tops.
"Sis he's ready to blow!"
Jackie stopped with the hand punishment and was now rubbing softly her son's crimson red cheeks. David was still moaning muffled sounds through Joan's high heel, tightly secured over his face.
David then felt a cold sensation against the crack of his ass. Joan spread his legs apart farther and squeezed out the clear lube from the tube. Joan then started rubbing it all over her nephew's rectum. David squirmed from the cool sensation and the feel of his aunt's fingers starting to penetrate his ass hole once again. That's when he felt the pull tug and stretch of his anus. Joan was working the dildo into the boy's opening. Within seconds the slippery covered dildo slipped deeply in. David gasped at the pressure with small moans of discomfort.
"Relax David," Jackie ordered, "Relax, be a good sissy-boy and get used to the feeling."
Joan was now pushing and retrieving the solid cock toy in and out slowly. Each new push and pull became easier. Joan pushed harder and faster with each stroke. David closed his eyes with each new thrust and now felt his cock once again rubbing against his mother's stockings. Joan pushed deeper and deeper. David had tears in his eyes fighting to hold back his cum.
Jackie felt her son's body tremble upon her lap, David's hands gripped her nylon ankles tighter as Joan worked the plastic cock into her son's virgin ass.
Both Jackie and Joan were telling David: "Don't you dare cum!" David had no remaining strength left as each push now sent uncontrollable waves of pleasure through his cock that kept rubbing against the sheer nylon.
With one final push, his cock's ultra sensitive shaft rubbed against the slick nylon once to much. With tears in his eyes David moaned, gasped and inhaled the strong leather/nylon scent deeply from the sole of his aunt's high heel.
Jackie felt her son's cock jerk in successive spasms over her nylon thighs. She soon felt the warm liquid against her stocking tops.
"He's lost it Joan, Jackie laughed to her sister!"
Joan pushed two, three more times before stopping. Joan slowly pulled out the now slick covered toy to the muffled whimpers of David gasping for air.
Jackie let her son roll off her lap to the floor before her. Joan cried, "Oh my god Sis look at all that fucking cum!"
Jackie's black stocking tops and thighs were drenched with the slick pearl white liquid. David's cum was starting to drip down his mother's legs as she stood up. David was pulling down his aunt's high heel from his face to breathe in fresh air.
Jackie stood above David watching her son's cock still twitching from his huge release. Jackie pressed down hard with the point of her spiked heel shoe on the boy's balls. David grimaced in pain at the firm pressing of his mother's shoe. Jackie pushed harder against her son's balls and more cum pooled and ran out of the spent cock's pee hole.
Joan laughed. "Wow, quite a sight with him there in my stockings and heels and his cock just blown!"
Winking at her sister, Joan snapped her fingers at her nephew pointing to his mother's cum covered stockings. "David we told you not to cum yet. You must learn to obey and control your orgasm. Every time you squirt without our permission, you must always lick your own cum clean!"
David's protesting ended quickly as Joan grabbed his hair pulling him to his knees, only inches from his mother's legs. Jackie stood with her long stocking legs parted, in her high heels towering above her son. David's mother pointed to her cum stained stockings ordering David where to start. The sisters laughed as the boy worked his tongue with long strokes up and down his mother's long cum covered stocking legs. Joan yelled, "Don't just SMEAR the cum LICK the cum off!"
Embarrassed, David held onto the smooth nylon calves of his mother as he performed his humiliating task licking and swallowing his own cum without protest. Joan stood at her nephew's back with her nylon legs firmly against him helping control his submissive act.
Jackie and Joan both gave praise of: "Good nylon-sissy boy. That's it lick it all clean. You'll get used to the taste!"
Joan could see David's cock starting to twitch and harden once again. Joan cried out to Jackie: "My God sis, he's getting a fucking hard-on again!"
The sisters laughed as Jackie pushed David off his mother's legs.
Joan looked down laughing at her nephew on the floor in his submissive state wearing her stockings and high heels. "Look at those stockings you're wearing. You have your own spent cum dripping stains all over the stockings tops. Fix your nylons stocking-boy your seams are all out of shape!"
"Yes Auntie!" David stood quickly doing as he was told gaining balance in his aunt's five inch spiked heels adjusting the stockings in fear of any more embarrassing retaliation from his mother and aunt.
"So tell me dear, did our submissive nylon-boy enjoy his first lesson in women superiority?"
Standing in front of both sisters David replied with a: "Yes Mother very much!"
Jackie smiled admiring her son looking so cute in her sister's stockings and heels: "Enough lessons for one day young man! Get cleaned up we still have some shopping to do. But don't you dare take off those garters and nylons. You will wear your pants over the stockings today!"
As they all started gathering up their clothes Jackie told her son: "Don't plan on doing anything next Thursday night dear. That's our new girl's night out. We are all going to be here at aunt Joan's house, your aunt and I AND some of our girlfriends also! You're going to be the center of attention wearing those stockings and heels in front of all of us girls again!"
Joan laughed out: "Just think about that David, all those women in one room wearing their sheerest stockings and highest heels just for you! The girls are going to love having their stocking feet and legs worshiped, as well as their pussy eaten by such a cute submissive nylon fetish boy toy!
The End

1.05.2011

Fetish Story - Ms. Elizabeth Hurley and Posh

Life is a strange thing. Looking back I can remember a string of events that took place when I was 16 that was really quite odd, now that I think about it. Five years later the whole things seems almost surreal. I remember the day that set things in motion quite clearly. It was a warm, sunny Saturday in Manchester (England) and I had gone to the lake to do some fishing. After an hour with moderate success -- nothing big enough to take home -- I had gotten a snag on a big branch out about twenty feet. I pulled and pulled, side to side, but couldn't get it out. I eventually yanked the rod so hard that the end snapped. Great! Now I needed to buy a new rod, and they aren't cheap. So I gathered up my things, picked up my bike, and headed home.

We lived in a tiny house in an expensive area. I guess we were the poorest family in the area. A few stars lived in the area including the very successful pop star known as Posh. I rode down the dirt path toward the street, and when I pulled out onto the pavement I saw Mrs. Posh. She had just come home from the stores and was carrying in arm loads of bags. She looked up and saw me and smiled. "Hi Mrs. Posh," I yelled. She liked to be called by that title. I was hardly in the mood to smile, but Mrs. Posh always made me smile. She was such a beautiful woman with a real fun personality. "Hi Philip," she replied, "Hey! Can you give me a hand with these bags?"
I turned back toward her house, dropped my bike and fishing gear and took a few bags into the house. I didn't mind helping Mrs. Posh, but I kept thinking about my broken fishing rod, and the sadness was apparent. "What's bothering you Philip," She asked. We had finished bringing in the bags at that point, and so I sat down at the kitchen table and told her about what happened at the lake and how fishing season had just started and I was low on money. She listened sympathetically, and then said, "Hey! I've got an idea. I always need help with work around the house on the weekends. Why don't you come by for a few hours next Saturday and work for me. I'll pay you $5 per hour. Whaddya say?"

"Sure," I answered. I could use the money and Mrs. Posh was always fun to be with.
"Great! Then I've got myself a slave," she said with a smile. I'll see you next Saturday at 10:00 in the morning.
"OK" I said, walking out the door. "What did she mean by slave?" I thought to myself. Whatever, at least I'll make some cash.

One Week Later

I rode my bike up her driveway, dropped it next to the sidewalk, and knocked on the front door. I heard the click of her shoes on the hallway floor, and then the front door opened.
"Ahh, my slave-boy is here," she said. "It's good to see you. I hope you're ready to work, because I plan to get my money's worth."

Mrs. Posh was always pretty, but today there was something even more special about her. Maybe it was the friendlier, almost flirtatious way she treated me. She was about 5'4", roughly two inches shorter than me, and slim. She had long dark hair and dark eyes. "Posh" was her stars name. She looked more Lebanese, but with white skin. She was wearing dark tights with a big T-shirt, and black pumps, with about a 2-inch heel. Mrs. Posh was the type of woman who always wore heels.The first thing she had me do was move some firewood in the back yard and clean out the gutters. She was doing some work inside the house at first, but then came outside to watch me up on the roof. I was working up a sweat emptying the leaves into a bucket. She sat down on one of the patio chairs and watched me. I looked at her, and she smiled at me. Then I saw her light a cigarette and settle comfortably in the chair. Her legs were crossed, left over right, and she was bouncing the left foot up and down, her shoe dangling from her toes. "This is the life," she shouted up at me. "It's good to have someone else do your dirty work." I smiled back at her, and continued working. She continued sitting there, smiling, smoking, and bobbing that foot up and down.

Finally I finished and came down the ladder. She told me to go in and wash up, she needed my help with some work inside the house and didn't want me to get her house dirty. Her house was always impeccable. After I finished washing my hands, arms, and face, I came out of the bathroom and met her in the family room. Despite the fact that she had two sons, this was not a typical family room. It was beautifully designed and full of artwork, fine furniture, and expensive little statuettes on the book cases, in addition to a state-of-the-art entertainment center. Mrs. Posh told me she needed me to vacuum the carpet and pick the dead leaves off the plants while she did the dusting. When I finished vacuuming, I turned off the machine and turned to look at her. She was staring up at a bookshelf looking perplexed. She reached up but couldn't quite reach the exquisite jade elephants on the top shelf.

"Can I help you?" I asked.
"No," she answered, "I don't let anyone touch my elephants, and the footstool I used broke last week. Actually...yes you can help. Come here!"
I walked over, not knowing what she wanted me to do.
"Lie down here, will you, on your stomach. Yes, like that. No, a little closer to the wall."

I could only guess what she planned to do, and I was surprised at myself for complying without hesitation. She then kicked off her shoes, revealing a pair of beautiful feet in nylons. Her toenails, which were right next to my face, were a perfectly pedicured black. She stepped up onto my back. I felt her go up on her toes, and then come back down on her heels again. "I got it," she said. But then she didn't get off. She was standing there dusting it, while still standing on my back. I felt her go up on her toes again, and then back down. She had put the first one up, and gotten another. And she was still on my back dusting. At that point I remembered seeing about 8 elephants on that shelf, and she spent about 30 seconds on each one. The pressure of her standing on my back didn't hurt, although it was a little uncomfortable. She would move around a little, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, humming to herself as if she were standing on the floor in the room by herself. I couldn't believe it. I was laying on the floor as this woman's footstool. She didn't even seem to be acknowledging that there was a boy right there under her feet.

After a couple of minutes of this, we both heard a car coming up the driveway. Mrs. Posh moved a little to the side to see who it was, which meant she had to shift her weight over, placing one foot on my butt as she craned her neck to see out the window. All I could see was an ant's view of the room and her pink pumps roughly 12 inches from my nose.

"Now who drives a Jaguar?" she wondered out loud. "Oh! It's Elizabeth Hurley. Good, she must have my dress she borrowed." She paused and must have looked down at me. "Oh, she is going to love this," she said, and wiggled her toes on my back and butt, as if to remind me that she knew she was standing on another person. The doorbell rang, and Mrs. Posh yelled, "Come in!" as she repositioned herself, turning around to face the room, she had one foot on my upper back and the other she brought around and placed squarely on my face, which was turned facing the room. She struck a casual pose and waited for Ms. Elizabeth Hurley to come in. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley came in the front door, and seemed more concerned with finding a place to put the dry-cleaning than looking at her friend. I could see her, sort of, as one side of my face was mashed into the carpet, and the eye on top had its vision somewhat obscured by Mrs. Posh's toes draping over the front of my face. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley was a little older, maybe 35. She was obviously well-to-do and seemed a little annoyed about having to bring her friend her laundry. "Victoria, I am not your maid, so please find someone else to pick up your dry-cleaning from now on," Ms. Elizabeth Hurley said somewhat coldly. She put the clothes on a chair and turned to look at Victoria -- so that was Mrs. Posh's name. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley had shoulder-length blond hair, a fit body, that still looked very feminine, and a little too much make-up. She didn't even notice me lying there.

"Victoria, do you have those pictures for me to look through?" she asked. "I wanted to look at them today if you have the...." She saw me. She just stared, looking rather confused, and then slightly amused.
"Oh, Elizabeth, I see you've noticed my new slave-boy. He's great. He does whatever I tell him and he only costs five dollars per hour."

Ms. Elizabeth Hurley was still speechless. Slowly a smile spread across her face. "That is great. But I'm jealous. Considering what I pay my help, I don't get that kind of commitment. I certainly can't walk all over them, well, not literally anyway," she remarked, laughing after her last comment. "I would love to have one of those. I would love to be able to look down and see another human being lying under my feet, completely devoted to obeying my tiniest whim. That is great!"

"Well, knock yourself out. My home is your home, and my slave is your slave. 'Tee-hee' Far be it from me to keep you from doing what you want." And with that, she stepped down off of me, walked across the room, and sat in a large leather easy chair.

"Well, all right," replied Ms. Elizabeth Hurley, and she walked across the floor to where I was lying. I was still completely silent. I didn't know what to do or think. I was always taught not to talk back to adults, and Mrs. Posh was also my employer today. What could I say? Would they get mad at me if I protested? I was so shocked I just lay there. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley walked up to me, and I looked up at her, with my face still on the plush white carpet. She was wearing a green dress with black leather boots on her feet. She looked at me for a second, let out a slight chuckle, and then stepped up on my back. She was a little heavier, but still, it wasn't really painful. But then immediately she got off again. "If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this right," she said. "Roll over, boy!" she told me. I slowly complied, not wanting this wealthy, imposing, demanding woman to get mad at me. I settled down on my back this time, and she immediately stood up on my chest. Now, unlike my back, this was more uncomfortable, even a little painful. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley saw the discomfort on my face and smiled down at me. What a smile! It was a look that said - I own you.

"Fun, isn't it," I heard Mrs. Posh remark from across the room.
"Oh, yes, very much so." At this point, Ms. Elizabeth Hurley stopped looking at me and looked up at her friend again. She seemed to have forgotten all about me as they started their conversation about the pictures again. Looking up at Ms. Elizabeth Hurley, trying to keep my stomach muscles tight, she seemed completely unaware that I was there. She flipped her hair back out of her face, gestured with her hands, and shifted her weight to stand more comfortably.
After about 5 minutes, Mrs. Posh must have looked down at me. "Ms. Elizabeth Hurley, maybe you'd like to sit down. His face is a little red, and I do need to send him home alive."

Ms. Elizabeth Hurley looked down at me looking annoyed. "All right, but one final thing." She looked me in the eyes, and with that same authoritarian voice said, "Stick out your tongue." With a look of fear in my eyes I slowly complied. Once my tongue was out, she gave me that same evil smile, picked up her left foot, placed the heel of her boot on my tongue and slowly pulled it across my tongue until I had licked the entire length of the sole of her leather boot. I could feel small bits of dirt on my tongue, but mostly the humiliation of having just licked the sole of this woman's boot clean. She placed that foot next to my head, and repeated the same thing with her right foot. I felt paralyzed: with embarrassment, with fear, with humiliation. I just lay there as Ms. Elizabeth Hurley walked over to the chair next to Mrs. Posh's and sat down. I heard Mrs. Posh giggling again. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley fell into the chair with a sigh, and with a tone of contentment remarked, "That was the most satisfying thing I've done all week. I used to do that to my little cousin when we were little. Our families would go on vacation to a cabin by the lake in Michigan when we were kids. He and I were told to play together. After swimming we would walk around the lake together. There was always an area which was like a small pond of mud.

To get across it there was a narrow walkway, but it still required you to walk over about four feet of mud. I would force him to lie down in the mud so I wouldn't have to get my feet dirty. At first he would lie on his stomach, and I would always make a point of stepping on the back of his head before getting to the other side. I just loved the look on his face when he would pull it up out of the mud, crying. Later I would make him lie on his back, and would usually stand on his stomach for a few minutes, his body sinking into the mud. Finally I would agree to get off him only if he would stick out his tongue so I could clean the bottom of my bare feet. I'd always make sure he got cleaned up in the lake before we went home, and I told him that if he told anyone, I'd hurt him really bad. He never said anything. It was the funniest thing, the look he would get on his face when our parents would tell him to go play with me. He looked so pitiful and I would just grab him by the hand and say 'let's go!' I'll tell you Victoria, I sure didn't think when I got up this morning that I'd get the chance to make another boy do that today."

They both laughed, as I still lay there in disbelief.
"Oh, slave-boy," Mrs. Posh called, snapping me back to reality, "run along to the kitchen and get us two glasses of iced tea, with ice." I jumped up and trotted into the kitchen. As if in a trance I poured the two glasses of tea, and then took them back into the family room, stopping only briefly to look at my tongue in the hallway mirror. When I came back, both ladies were talking about the work I had done that day. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley looked up at me with a look that suggested she was impressed with all the work I did. I could do more than just serve as her footstool and foot-cleaner. I actually felt a sense of pride as Mrs. Posh praised the good work I did around the house. I handed them their glasses which they took without so much as an acknowledgment. I felt like a piece of furniture, or a servant who was considered less than human. I felt like a slave.

Ms. Elizabeth Hurley looked at me and remarked, "I'll tell you what, boy. You come work for me next weekend. I'll pay you twice what Victoria pays you, but you'll work for me twice as hard." It wasn't a question. It wasn't a business proposition. It was an order. I just muttered, "OK."
Ms. Elizabeth Hurley shot me a hard look. "First lesson, boy. You will address me as 'madam.' I am not your friend. I'm not even your employer really. I'm...your owner. When you are on the clock with me, you belong to me. I’m a beautiful model and you are just an ordinary member of the public. Is that clear?"
"Yes, madam."
A smile lightened up her face, "Good, and if you get tired of calling me madam, you can always refer to me as your goddess." Both ladies chuckled.
Mrs. Posh spoke up, "Well, Philip, don't just stand there. Show your new goddess some proper respect. You should at least be on your knees before her." Again, they both laughed. It now seemed they were going to try to outdo each other.

Ms. Elizabeth Hurley said, "Actually, I prefer him to be completely prostrate before me. He should be as low to the ground around me as possible."
Mrs. Posh was determined to outdo her friend. "Well, as long as he's lying flat on the floor, we might as well elevate ourselves above him as much as possible. Slave-boy! Lie flat on the floor here in front of our chairs, with your face up again."

I crawled over to them, and turned over onto my back. The two ladies seemed convinced that this was the best way to demean me the most and elevate themselves the most. And so Mrs. Posh placed both her feet right on my face, while Ms. Elizabeth Hurley stretched out her legs, crossed the right over the left and rested them squarely on my crotch, so that her left heel rested squarely on my young manhood. Mrs. Posh slid her feet back and forth, going opposite directions at the same time right over my face and giggled once again. The two ladies sat there, sipping their tea and talking, with me, a young boy of 16 serving as nothing more than a place for them to rest their feet; two nylon-covered feet on my face, and a pair of black leather boots resting on my groin. And what could I do but rest there, unable and unwilling to move.

Finally, Mrs. Posh got up and went into the other room. She came back with a manila envelope which she handed to Ms. Elizabeth Hurley. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley thanked her for the pictures, whatever they were, and stood up to go. She fished her keys out of her purse, and without even looking down, stepped up onto my chest with one foot, placed the other squarely on the side of my face, stepped up onto my head, and then walked right off again, having just used by chest and face as if she were stepping over some steps. She walked to the door, turned and said to Mrs. Posh, "Alrighty then, I'll see you next week. Don't forget to bring the boy." And she was gone.

I lay there for another minute or so until Mrs. Posh called me. "Hey slave-boy, I'm not paying you to just lie there. Get up! Take these glasses back into the kitchen and then you can go. I'm going upstairs to take a bath. I'll leave the money you earned on the table."
I picked up their glasses while Mrs. Posh went upstairs. I took them into the kitchen, walked back into the hallway where I saw $20 on the table by the door. I picked it up, stuck it into my pocket, and went out the door. As I rode home I kept asking myself, "Did that really happen?" It all seemed so strange, so embarrassing, so odd, and yet I knew I would be back next week. I seemed powerless to tell these women no, or to disappoint them. One more week and I'd be back, but this time we'd be going to Ms. Elizabeth Hurley's house. Good grief! What was I going to have to do then?

One Week Later

The next Saturday I was again riding my bike to Mrs. Posh's house. I got there right at 10:00 as per her instructions. She had called the day before and left a message with my mom. She had told her what a good, little worker I was, and that I should be there again at 10:00. Just like the week before, I pulled into her driveway and left my bike on the grass. I knocked on the door and heard Mrs. Posh call, "Come in Philip!" I went in and sat down in the family room, on the same chair that Ms. Elizabeth Hurley had been sitting in the week before. I strained to see if I could see an imprint in the carpet from my body either below the chairs or by the bookcase. The carpet was so plush and new that no imprint would have stayed long. I heard the click, click of heels on the stairs and turned to see Mrs. Posh coming down the stairs. She was wearing an attractive black pantsuit with black patent-leather pumps with heels probably about 3 1/2" high. She had clearly made herself up to look nice, not like the week before.

"Are you ready to work today?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am," I replied with a slight, nervous smile.
"Good, because your goddess will be here soon." She giggled a little, thinking of her friend Ms. Elizabeth Hurley as the goddess of this young boy.

Soon there was a knock at the door. I had been daydreaming as Mrs. Posh had finished getting herself ready. She told me to answer it, and when I did, there was a woman standing there I had never seen before. She was about thirty, relatively attractive, wearing what looked like a man's suit with a black cap over short blond hair. I didn't know who this was or what to say, but fortunately Mrs. Posh shouted over my shoulder, "Oh, hi Vivian, we'll be right there."
Vivian answered back, "Yes ma'am, whenever you're ready." Then she looked at me with a sort of sympathetic and yet amused grin on her face and turned to walk away. What I hadn't noticed was that a stretch limo had pulled up in the driveway. Aha! Vivian is a chauffeur, and she must work for Ms. Elizabeth Hurley. "Good heavens," I thought. "Ms. Elizabeth Hurley must be loaded."

Next I felt Mrs. Posh lightly slap me in the back of the head and say, "let's go!" as she walked out the door ahead of me. I shut the door behind us and followed her to the car. Vivian held the door open, and Mrs. Posh ducked her head and climbed in. I had never been in a limo before, and so I approached it hesitatingly. Slowly I looked inside and stepped in. My eyes were still adjusting from the sunlight, and so it was hard to see who was there, although I heard Ms. Elizabeth Hurley's voice and could see the outline of her body.

"Oh good," she remarked, "The boy is here. I was afraid he wouldn't come. He just loves to be around his goddess, doesn't he." She laughed.
I wondered why she always talked about me in the third person, as if I wasn't worth the time of conversation. She only seemed to speak to me when she wanted me to do something. All she would say to me were the orders I was expected to obey; and that's what I always did, without question. Why?

Ms. Elizabeth Hurley was also more dressed up today, although I don't think she had ever dressed casually. She wore a beautiful silk ivory-colored blouse, a well-tailored black skirt, tan nylons, and a pair of bone white heels - high heels - with a sort of snake skin pattern and square toe. I was sitting in the back seat with Mrs. Posh while Ms. Elizabeth Hurley was reclining on the seat on the side of the car. As the car got underway, Ms. Elizabeth Hurley turned to me and asked, "You are going to be our obedient slave again today, aren't you?"

It wasn't really phrased like a question, but I answered, "Yes, madam," anyway.
"Good, then you know what I like you to do, you know, to remind both of us who is boss." She settled back in her seat, crossing her left leg over her right, and cocked her ankle so that she was showing me the sole of her shoe.

I looked at her with a bit of shock on my face, and then I turned to look at Mrs. Posh, who was smiling again. Mrs. Posh then said to me, "Go on, it makes her feel young again." And both women laughed. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley looked at her friend with a mock look of disdain, pretending to be mad at the friendly joke about her age. Suddenly the car was very quiet and both women were looking at me, waiting. I gingerly got down on my knees, placed my hands on the floor by her feet, and lowered my head. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley relaxed her ankle a little, which meant that I was going to have to get even lower to fulfill her demand. Finally my head was almost on the floor of the car. I stuck out my tongue, and with one long swipe ran my tongue along the sole of her shoe. There was no dirt on this shoe. It was a fairly new shoe, and the leather bottom still had writing legible on it. I felt as low as a person could be. What could possibly be more humiliating. At least the last time I had been passive, sort of stuck. All I had done was stick out my tongue, but this time I had deliberately lowered myself to the floor and of my own free will licked the sole of this rich lady's high-heeled shoe.

"Next!" she ordered, and crossed her legs the other way. I repeated the action with this shoe as well, feeling utterly and completely debased. But at least the ritual was over. "Actually, boy," she continued, "just stay there and keep licking. It gives me quite a rush to feel your little tongue lapping at the bottom of my shoe. I can feel it all the way through the leather on my foot. It's like I have a little doggy down there, licking my feet. How sweet. Of course I wouldn't allow my dogs to lick my shoes. I treat them with more respect than that." And so the rest of the trip involved me lying on the floor of a limousine, with my tongue lapping the soles of a pair of high-heeled shoes, while another woman would occasionally poke me in the butt with the heel of her black pumps, just to see me jump a bit.

I could tell we were getting near our destination. The limo was slowing, and the ladies were looking out the windows. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley turned her head to look at something, and by turning her body was now pressing her foot down on my face. Not only couldn't I continue licking her shoe, but I couldn't move my head. Her foot was pressing down hard on my cheek, mashing it to the floor of car. Once again, she must have been aware of what she was doing, but seemed completely unconcerned. She continued to look, pressing her leather shoe onto my cheek, and surely by this point leaving a mark.

We had indeed arrived at our destination. We were at Ms. Elizabeth Hurley's house. Vivian parked the car and came around to get the door. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley had turned back around but kept my face pinned to the floor. When Vivian opened the door she could see the situation clear as day. She had to check herself to keep from laughing out loud.

"Do you like my new footrest, Vivian," Ms. Elizabeth Hurley asked. "All the high-society ladies have one these days," she quipped.
Vivian replied, "Yes ma'am, he's rather nice. I'm sorry for laughing, ma'am, but I think that is hilarious. I would love to be able to have someone to step on. You must feel like you're on top of the world."
"Oh, I do. But don't worry, I'll let you try sometime. Every woman should have the opportunity to feel like a goddess. I just like to do it every chance I get."

All three of us got out of the car, and Vivian walked with us to the front door of the house. Ms. Elizabeth Hurley led the way. I say it was a house, but the word mansion would more accurately describe it. A beautiful old stone mansion, two stories, but very expansive. There was some construction work going on, and so there were sawhorses and tape blocking the way. An alternate route was necessary to get to the door. As we walked around one of the hedges, Ms. Elizabeth Hurley suddenly stopped. "Wait," she said. With that, she extended her left index finger. As I looked first to her finger, with the emerald ring and red nail polish, and then to where she was pointing, I noticed she was smiling. She was pointing to an area where the walkway was being reconstructed. They had torn away the cement leaving a bear patch in the ground. What's more, the last three days of rain had turned it into a muddy mess. "Oh Victoria, I can't resist. I'm sorry, but I just have to do this."

Mrs. Posh sighed and chuckled. "Go ahead," she said, "but I'm going inside." And she turned and went in the house, shaking her head and laughing.
Vivian stayed with Ms. Elizabeth Hurley with a slight smile on her face that indicated she didn't know what was being talked about, but she was trying to be polite.
"Vivian, you're going to love this. Boy! You know what to do. Get in there, and face down. And don't worry about your clothes, I have other clothes for you to wear today anyway. My friends will not see you in those wretched things."

Again, I couldn't believe what I was doing. It was as if my body started moving without waiting for my brain's OK. Besides, what were my options, yell at this lady and have no idea how to get home. I didn't even know where I was. And so into the mud I descended. Soon I was just lying there, arms bent by my head, with my head looking up across her estate.
Soon I felt one of Ms. Elizabeth Hurley's high-heeled shoes digging into the back of my thigh. The pain seared through my leg and then lessened as the other foot went up on my butt. She steadied herself, and then moved onto my back. "This is the life!" she yelled, as she stood atop my back, completely victorious. Her heels dug into my back, and she began to bounce up and down a little. "I am a goddess!" she laughed. "Well, there's only one thing left to do now," and with that she move up further on my back. I felt her weight shift to one foot as the other came up over my head. She steadied herself on a nearby branch. I was waiting for the inevitable push of her foot that would send my face into the mud. I even took a deep breath in preparation, in case she decided to keep my face pressed into the mud, relishing the feel of my skull under her expensive leather shoes. But there was a pause.

"Oh, I think I've outdone myself," she giggled. "I never even thought of this before. Boy! Open your mouth, wide!" she ordered. I couldn't believe it. Was she serious? The pain was getting intense, and so I complied in order to hurry up the situation. She asked Vivian to check and make sure my mouth was open, as she couldn't see from her angle. Vivian was almost peeing herself from laughter but managed to confirm that my mouth was indeed open. With word from Vivian, Ms. Elizabeth Hurley position her foot over top of my head, and slowly pushed my face into the mud, my mouth wide open, taking in the muck from her walkway. With my face firmly squashed into the mud, she began rocking her foot back and forth, making sure that she got as much as my face covered as possible. Finally, she ground her foot back and forth as if she were putting out a cigarette. The whole thing was surreal. I could not really be here, could I? Suddenly I had an image of what this looked like: A young 16 year old boy, laying face down in the mud, his clothes filthy, and his mouth full of the same mud. And, at the same time, resting on his head was a bone white high-heeled leather shoe, that probably cost $300/pair. Its owner was an extremely wealthy woman wearing beautiful, expensive clothing. Her foot, so delicate and perfectly pedicured, I'm sure, was pressing down though this shoe onto this boy's head, as her slight ankle, adorned with an elegant anklet, rocked back and forth, grinding this boy's face further into the mud, while she remained perfectly unsoiled by standing on his prone body. Like I said, it was surreal. The pain, the discomfort, the humiliation all seemed disconnected, as if they were happening to someone else, but I new that was me, being ground into the mud by this haughty bitch.

Without another word, she brought the other foot up onto my head, so that she was standing full-weight on the back of my head, which was possible since my head was anchored into the mud, remained for a moment, and then stepped off the other side into the grass.
I slowly raised my head and spat out some of the mud. "Vivian," she called, "take him in the back way and make sure he gets cleaned up and into those clothes I arranged for him."
As I lay there, Ms. Elizabeth Hurley turned to go in the house. Vivian called after her, "Ma'am...uh, well, uh, may I?" she asked sheepishly, looking down at me.

Ms. Elizabeth Hurley laughed out loud, harder than I ever heard her laugh before. "Of course!"
With that, Ms. Elizabeth Hurley disappeared inside the house. Immediately I felt a pair of flats walking up my legs. Thank goodness they were flats, I thought. She climbed up onto my back, saying to herself, "This is great!" She slid side to side, jumped a little in the air, and even stamped on me a little. I was so completely drained of any fight that might be left in me, I just lay there, my face resting sideways in the mud.

Suddenly I felt one foot disappear, and the other foot get lighter. Vivian had partially fallen off. "Oh crap!" I heard. She stepped back up onto my back with both feet, moved up closer to my head, and with the right foot that had fallen in the mud, she wiped it back and forth on my face, trying to clean off the mud. Then she started to giggle. "I love this," I heard her say, and she proceeded to grind the side of my face into the mud the same way that Ms. Elizabeth Hurley had done with the back of my head. Finally, in imitation of Ms. Elizabeth Hurley again, I suppose, she brought up both feet onto the side of my head, stood there a minute or so, and then stepped off onto the grass. She had made the crossing as well.

Finally, she said, "OK. let's go. Time to clean up."
She said this as if nothing had happened. I was amazed again. It was as if just a minute before she hadn't been standing on my face, pushing it into the mud. Now she told me to come along like we were friends going to a party.
I pulled myself up, sore and completely a mess, and stumbled after her, around the back of the house to the servant's entrance. "A servant," I thought, "now that's a step up."


(Sorry... i found this story unfinished... An adapted story by Vanity, based on an original story by "Duffy"... I founded this fantastic and unfinished story, at the Internet archives, "2001" of the old "The Mousepad forum" when stories deleted after 20th page)