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"I'd better get a pair of decent shoes." thought Caroline, who had been invited to a work colleague's Engagement party. "I'll go after work."
Caroline worked in the offices of a large corporation in London's West End; so she was spoilt for choice when it came to shopping. After some window shopping, she made her choice of shop, went in and browsed around the 'formal' shoes.
"Are you looking for something in particular, madam?" asked a very sweet-faced female assistant.
"Oh, er, yes. I'm going to a party. It'll be a bit posh, I need a pair of black Court shoes, but I take a size nine and I can never get my size in a style I like." explained Caroline to the girl who seemed to be studying her legs and the shoes that she was currently wearing intently.
"Follow me please madam. I think we may have something suitable over here." said the sales assistant.
The girl was correct, there was a good choice.
"These look like what I want. Do you have them in a nine?" asked Caroline.
"I'll check for you madam." replied the young assistant, making her way out to the stockroom.
"I do wish she wouldn't keep calling me 'madam'!" thought Caroline.
The sales girl returned.
"Here we are madam, the black patents in a size nine. If you'd like to take a seat, I'll help you try them." said the girl.
Caroline sat down and kicked off the shoes that she was wearing revealing her hot after-work feet.
"I know I should really try these on with your disposable socks, but I can never feel new shoes properly through them." said Caroline.
"Oh, that'll be OK madam." said the assistant, staring at Caroline's feet. "I'll help you on with them."
The girl took the left shoe and Caroline's left foot. The scent of hot feet drifted to her nose as she eased Caroline's foot into the shoe. She did the same with the right foot.
"Walk around the shop madam and see how they feel." she advised.
Caroline did just that. Up and down, glancing at them in the mirrors from time to time until eventually...
"They're fine. I'll take them!" she declared.
"Thank you madam. I'll help you off with them and pack them for you." said the girl.
She took the shoes to the stockroom and looked around. She was on her own. Before she put them into their box, she took a sniff of each shoe, just in case some of that delicious odour had been left behind. There was nothing, but her imagination worked for her. She sniffed her hands, anything to get some of that scent again.
"Sorry for the delay madam." the young sales assistant apologised on her return to the waiting Caroline. "Please follow me to the cashier."
"Thank you very much for your help, er...Melanie." said Caroline reading the girl's name from her store I.D. badge.
"You're welcome madam." said Melanie.
Caroline paid and made her way home to the suburbs through London's rush hour.
Caroline eventually arrived home. She wasn't seeing her boyfriend that night; so she worked through her domestic chores, ate, watched some TV and then decided she was tired enough for bed.
She went into her bedroom and looked over at the bag that her new shoes were in.
"I'll just try these on again quickly." she thought.
She kicked off the shoes that she was wearing and eased the new pair on. She walked around her room and looked at them in the mirror.
"Mmm. Not bad. Now I'll need to spend on a new dress!" she was half cursing being invited.
Caroline sat back on her bed and suddenly thought of the shop girl, Melanie.
"Madam, indeed." she laughed to herself.
She reached down and pulled off the right shoe. As she did so, she felt a kind of cold tingle down her spine. Without a further thought, Caroline placed the shoe over her nose and sniffed it. She dropped it onto the carpet and did the same with the left shoe. She then picked up the shoes that she had sweated in all day and sucked the sweet scent in from them.
"Oh YES!" she sighed.
Caroline slowly began to wake up.
"I must have fallen asleep or fainted." she thought to herself. She came to some more.
"What's going on? I'm naked! I didn't finish getting ready for bed." she mumbled out loud as she sat herself up.
"Why am I still wearing those shoes?" she said, looking down at her feet.
Caroline started to take her new shoes off.
"I can't get them off!" she called out.
"They seem to be stuck to my feet. What's happening?" she said in a voice tainted with growing fear.
"Allow me madam." said a voice that somehow sounded familiar.
"It can't be." thought Caroline. She looked up.
"No! You can't be...I mean...Surely I'm dreaming." whimpered Caroline.
"Do be quiet please madam. Let me take your shoes off and introduce you to the pleasure of feet." said Melanie.
"I know I'm dreaming." Caroline tried to speak, no sound came out. She tried to get up and run from the room, she couldn't move.
"Oh no, you can't leave yet madam. We haven't started." advised Melanie. "Now, let me take those shoes off."
Melanie knelt down in front of the terrified woman and eased the shoes off.
"We'll need these later madam." she said. "Let me take a look at you."
Melanie opened Caroline's legs.
"Oh! Madam favours a shaved pussy. I suppose you do that to please your boyfriend." she sneered. "Let's take a look at your tits."
Caroline was helpless to stop the girl fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples.
"You know madam, you'll enjoy this so much more if you relax." said Melanie.
"Let's start you off with something simple. Smell your feet madam. Left and then right. Do it now." ordered the shop girl.
Caroline felt herself reaching her left foot up to her face. She tried desperately to resist.
"Your willpower is puny madam. Don't even think you can fight me. Smell your feet now, bitch, now!" Melanie ordered her prisoner again.
Caroline's left foot arrived at her nose and she breathed it in.
"Good bitch. Let me hear you smell." said Melanie.
Caroline was sniffing with all her strength.
"Now change feet." ordered Melanie.
Caroline obeyed and followed the same routine.
"Excellent, madam. Now stop and we'll do some obedience training." said Melanie.
"Please let me go." Caroline was trying to speak. Her mouth made the words, but she couldn't make a sound.
"Sorry madam, I couldn't quite hear you." sneered Melanie. "Now, get onto your hands and knees little doggy."
Melanie pointed at Caroline, who found herself being pulled off the bed and forced into position.
"Now to teach you to obey." said Melanie.
Melanie took her own shoes off.
"These smell of my sweaty feet madam. I've worn them all day. I wear shoes with plastic uppers to make my feet sweat and smell more. Would you like to smell my shoes and then if you're good, you can smell and perhaps even lick my feet. Would you like that, doggy." drooled Melanie.
Caroline's head just seemed to nod on it's own.
"Good. Come and get your first treat." said Melanie, who had now stripped naked and had just thrust a finger up her cunt. "Oh look, my finger's all slimey now. Come and lick it clean for me."
Caroline crawled over to Melanie and looked up at her in anticipation.
"You are a fucking pathetic little poodle, fucking madam." laughed Melanie. "Here you are, then."
Melanie held out her finger. Caroline extended her tongue and licked the juice off.
"Stop!" ordered Melanie. "Smell my shoe."
Melanie held out her left shoe and Caroline started to scamper towards it, just as she reached it, Melanie moved over to the other side of the room.
"Come on, smell my shoe." taunted Melanie.
Caroline started scurrying over again and just as before, Melanie moved.
"Stop! Look at me bitch." ordered Melanie. "You are desperate for the smell of my shoes and feet. You are so desperate. Come and get it."
Melanie had reinforced the craving and once again, the chase commenced.
"OK! That's enough. Time for some treats." said Melanie. "Hold out a hand, palm up."
Caroline obeyed. Melanie spat into Caroline's hand.
"Now wipe it over your dirty face." she ordered.
Caroline obeyed. Melanie dropped her shoes onto the carpet.
"Enjoy them." she laughed.
Caroline dived over to the shoes and sniffed and licked. Melanie went over and sat on the bed.
"Look at the pathetic bitch. Just like all the others." she mumbled to herself.
The helpless Caroline continued loving the shoes, crawling around on her hands and knees, she looked like a dog with a new bone.
Melanie just sat looking and wanking at the sight...
"Over here now, Madam Poodle." called Melanie. "Sit on the bed."
Caroline obeyed. Melanie layed down on the carpet, face up next to the bed.
"Rub your feet all over my face." Melanie ordered.
Caroline obeyed. Melanie guided the feet around her face, taking in stops at her nose and mouth. With her other hand, she wanked profusely. Caroline just sat staring ahead. She could do nothing to break free of Melanie's will.
"Oh heaven, heaven. Madam Poodle's feet are fucking heaven." muttered Melanie. After a while, Melanie came, heavily and noisily.
"Oh you are a good dog." she said to Caroline. She stood up and kissed Caroline on the lips.
"Lick the cunt juice from my fingers." she ordered. Caroline obeyed.
"Now your turn. Lay on the bed, face down and raise your feet up behind you and hold them." she instructed Caroline.
"Good. Now open your legs a bit, look straight ahead and close your eyes and mouth." she continued. "Now, guess what madam. You're paralysed. Go on, try and move."
Caroline tried with all her strength, but not a single muscle would respond. She couldn't open her eyes or mouth.
"That's what I call real bondage madam." taunted Melanie. "Now, where are those shoes you bought?"
Melanie picked one of the shoes up and started to wank Caroline with it. Firstly with the heel and then with the toe-end.
"OK madam, tongue time." declared Melanie, who proceded to penetrate her victim with her tongue.
Melanie pulled Caroline's cunt open some more and started some serious eating.
"Is this good enough madam? Oh, sorry you can't speak." she teased some more.
Caroline was in fact in ecstasy, but had no way of showing it, barring the wetness of her cunt. She soon came with power, but it was also painful, as she couldn't diffuse the emotion of the moment with her paralysed body.
"There you go madam. All over. Thanks for having me." giggled Melanie, who gave Caroline a cheeky pat on the bottom.
The room went quiet. Caroline fought to move.
"Help, dear God help!" she cried to herself. "Will I ever get out of this?" Tears were streaming down her face.
Caroline woke up. She could move and open her eyes again.
"Melanie." she called.
She looked around at her room, clothes and shoes strewn on the floor.
"It must have been a nightmare." she muttered.
After a while, she got up and started to tidy the mess, trying to convince herself that she had been acting out a bad dream. She picked up a small piece of plastic from the floor. It was a badge. Caroline read it and dropped it.
"Melanie - May I help You?" it read.
