SHOE FETISH CASE #10 - Shoe Fetish Lesbians - The female shoe fetish is looked at further in this case.
Perhaps another view of the female side is looked at further in this case. Clearly the attraction was for another woman in this case. However, was this just a fantasy or did more became a part of the play? Was this written by a woman or a man? Either way it includes a slightly different view of their fantasy. In this case, was it the girl or could her interest have also been the black high heeled Goth boots as well? Or did the boot just become an intricate part in the fantasy? Here is the story the way it was told to me. It may be a bit more graphic than some but it is what it is. We apologize for the foul language, but it is what was used. In our society today foul language is used in many places where sound alternatives might be found. Here is the way it this story was received, in story format which paints a much better word picture of this encounter. One point that is important to note is that it is not always possible to verify that the writer is male or female. Either way, even a fetish perspective and insight gives us an insightful view into the mind of a fetishist.
(UNIDENTIFIED AUTHOR)
I don’t know what I was thinking leaving the house without any underwear on. Me I was sitting in a meeting feeling incredibly naked by not wearing any panties and with my hair shaved off it felt a bit cooler than usual wearing a skirt.
However, as my meeting ended, I left the room and walked into the crowded hall way I walked very slowly because I had a bit of time until my next meeting. Walking along I began to notice the other girl's panty lines and sexy high heels. I was not looking forward to having to sit in Dr. No Name’s office for my follow up meeting. However, I did let my imagination wander a bit as I had thoughts of Dr. No Name standing at the front of the room in a sexier than usual outfit probably wearing some frilly black panties and matching nylons.
I was starting to wonder if I was a lesbian because I was beginning to think a lot about girls and once again these thoughts started making me feel a bit horny. Just looking at the girls and their heels in the hallway made my nipples hard and begin pointing out from my sweater. I worried that if I started fantasizing about Dr. No Name too much my juices might just start leaking and leave a wet spot on my skirt. I realized the mistake of leaving my house without panties on.
Thankfully, my first meeting had ended without any incident, and reluctantly I continued to head slowly to Dr. No Name’s meeting. It was a really big office and not everyone knew each to my.
Then in the hall, someone came up behind my and put their arm around me, placing their hand on my cute bottom.
"Hello, sexy princess black Pumps. Did'ja miss my?" asked the girl in black.
I, began to panic. ‘OH NO! It is black boots and she recognizes me!’ I tried to turn down the next hall in order to lose the Goth, but she easily kept up with me.
"I don't know who you are, but if you don't leave my alone and let my get to my meeting, I will scream and get you thrown out of the company" I whispered with much more authority than a poorly dressed girl should have been able to muster.
"Now, that's not a very nice thing to say. The little girl I helped in the bathroom yesterday was so much MUCH nicer to me." the Goth girl said, as she pouted her black painted lips. I liked that darling little girl much better, not this snobbish bitch beside me now.” The Goth girl reached into the back pocket of her brief case and brought out some photos of my last encounter with her. My secret was not out in the open and it troubled me that she might release it.
"Princess, I’m afraid if you don't give me my sweet girl back, I'm going to have to show all your friends what kind of girlie girl you really are." Black Boots said, as she waved one of the pictures in front of my face. The picture showed me standing on top of a toilet, back arched as I faced the wall, my wet sex and rosebud displayed between spread legs. ‘Oh God! I look like such a whore,’ my face turned bright red and I tried to snatch the photo before anyone else could see it. However, the Goth was unwilling to let it go and I had to let it go, because our little struggle was getting a bit louder and beginning to draw unwanted attention.
"Oh please give it back. Please don’t show anyone," I whined, as I began to cry at the hopelessness of my situation.
"Don't cry Princess black Pumps, just give me a pretty smile and be my sweet little girl like yesterday and everything will be just fine. Okay?" The pale girl reached up and wiped the tears from the crying blonde’s eyes.
It forced a smile on my face. "Okay," I replied.
"Okay, Goddess Goth" said black boots as she playfully spanked my ass.
"Let me see what kind of panties you have on today Princess black Pumps." said the Goth girl, casually lifting the hem of my cute little company girl skirt in the crowded hall.
"No, no! Please, Goddess Goth, not here, I'm not wearing panties today." she squirmed, as she tried to keep her skirt out of the Goth’s hands.
"Please let me go. I just HAVE to be at my 2:00 meeting." as I held down my skirt and walked quickly to the private restroom to avoid any future embarrassment.
"Then you better hurry and do as I say, because you don't have much time."
With that a smiling Goth girl hustled the reluctant blonde, into the private bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Being a middle management bathroom it had a couch near the entry. Goth headed I to the couch in the entry of the locked lounge and said, "Okay, now let's see if my little company girl was lying about her panties."
Then black boots sat down with her standing and waited, arms crossed tapping her knee high black and very erotic zippered kidskin leather very pointed toe high heeled boot on the floor impatiently. “I can wait all day, if that is what it takes.” You could see the wrinkles of her foot inside the black kidskin boot as the leather moved and gently wrinkled with each tap. You could also see the outline of her foot under the black erotic surface.
‘God, I can’t be late for my meeting,’ she thought. She looked down at the pointed high heeled boot tapping on the tile floor and slowly raised the hem of her skirt up around her waist, exposing herself to this wicked girl.
The Goth’s whistle echoed off the walls of the restroom, while she stood ogling at her denuded sex. "Mmmmm . . . very nice . . . my naughty little girl is all smooth for me today. I love it!" Black boots remarked, as she traced a black fingernail along the exposed lips of her wet sex. “And she was so wet.”
"Now let my feel those itty bitty girlish titties I like so much!" The Goth demanded.
“Please don’t,” she begged, but the hard crinkled nipples poking through my sweater told a different story. She slowly undid the buttons of her sweater, exposing her small breasts to her tormentor.
The Goth girl began feeling and then gently slapping the small orbs with glee, just to watch them jiggle. "So small . . . So perky. You don't even need a training bra for these babies." laughed the Goth as she pinched a crinkled pink nipple between my forefinger and thumb. Then she began to take one in her mouth gently arousing me.
"Ow. Please don't! I'm not a lesbian." She whimpered. "It's just-"
"Honey, doing this isn't going to turn you into a lezzy. All I want to do is play with you. Two girls having a little harmless fun together Just like yesterday, remember?"
She did remember. Thoughts of my carnal behavior yesterday humiliated my, yet filled her with lust at the same time. She struggled not to flinch when she felt the Goth’s hands begin to roam up her thigh.
"Just me and my own sweet little tiny-tittied girl," Black boots calmly explained as she began to slowly explore my denuded sex with her right index finger. Then when she had saturated her finger with my juices, she began to spell out letters on my trembling smooth belly and breasts. “S-E-X. That spells SEX and that’s what I want now your magic little fingers . . .right in my SEX!”
"This will go quicker, if you get down on your knees . . . okay?" said the Goth sitting back legs spread on the couch.
"Come on black Pumps, get down there okay. It is your turn to play with me.
“Now!" The Goth girl said, as she grabbed both of her hard exposed nipples and pulled down until she dropped to her knees.
"Come on use your nice soft fingers. Put em up inside my like I did for you yesterday. You remember, don’t you? Come on . . . It'll be quicker . . . Don't worry it isn't going to make you gay. Anymore than my making you feel good down there yesterday made you gay. We're just two girls, being 'nice' to one another.
"Me. I'll even help you," said the Goth girl, as she raised my stretchy black miniskirt up over my hips exposing my pantiless sex.
"See I didn't wear panties either. We must be some kinda special friends"
Knowing I couldn't leave until I brought the wicked girl off, I parted the Goths black bush with my left hand and inserted the index finger of my right into the parted labia.
"Mmmm . . . now there's my good girl that feels really good princess black Pumps. Now play with my clit . . . No . . . Don't stop . . . use your other hand." said the Goth as she had spread her legs and put one of her very erotic black leather booted legs up under and between her legs. This spread her black haired sex wide open, inches in front of the submissive blonde's face kneeling on the carpeted floor.
Both of her hands became a blur as she desperately stroked in and out of the Goth Goddess sex, and played with the other girl’s clit.
"UUUUhhh, oh god! Panty Princess . . . um . . . you do that so goddamn good!"
I filled with pride and then horror.
It seemed as if I had found a new niche for my perfection, one that I really didn’t want. My new ability was making this strange kinky girl orgasm. As I became tired I leaned forward and rested my head on the Goth's thigh, so I could smell the sweet musky aroma emanating from the girl's hairy sex.
"Ohh-ohhh –ohhhh-ah . . . that's my girl . . . make mey cum . . . ohhh gawd keep working inside me with them pussy nimble fingers of yours." All the while the Goth’s hips were grinding her thick black bush against the side of my face, as the blonde inhaled the aroma of my sex.
"Ugh . . . Ugh. . . . Oh . . . ah ah Ahhhhh" As the Goth climaxed, she grabbed the blonde’s shoulders. She bent over, raising her head upward by my chin. As she looked deeply into my eyes, she kissed me and explored my accepting mouth with her tongue.
The Goth laid back, holding her skirt around her waist. I looked down at her matted sex with disgust.
"Oh dear, you naughty girl you, you've made a nasty mess of my pussy again!" sneered the Goth, as she ran her finger through the sticky wetness of her sex. "See?" The Goth showed her the evidence of her own secretions on her hand, then wiped it clean.
"I guess it's time for you to clean up your mess again. Just like yesterday."
"But..b b but, I . . . I d don't have any p panties," I stuttered.
"Well neither do I, so unless you want to use your pretty little sweater or skirt, I would suggest you put that pouty mouth of yours to some good."
"Damn! Damn! Damn! Why do these things keep happening to me? I can't go to the meeting smelling of this horrible girl’s pussy, but she MUST go to Dr. No Name's meeting. she MUST." she worried.
As she spoke the Goth girl began running the top and the tip of her very soft designer pointed black boot gently against the wet folds of my denuded sex teasing my, as the poor girl's conflicted mind tried to come up with some way . . . any way . . . out of her situation.
She could hear Dr. No Name in the back of her mind urging her, ‘Come on girl, this has to become ordinary to you, in order for you to be cured.”
So finally, with the boot teasing her she was becoming a bit more aroused as she stuck out her tongue and tentatively, began licking at the dew on the black hairs in front of her face. It was the first time she had tasted a woman but she was starting to really get into it.
"Oh . . . you're good. You are such a good little pussy licker princess black Pumps. Mmmmmm . . . and your tongue feels . . . so silky. Lick inside the lips Princess, they need some attention too.”
I realized that this had gone much further than cleaning up the mess she had made. I was on my knees in a locked bathroom with this girl on a couch, performing oral sex on a stranger. She gave up on pretending otherwise and began to lick the Goth in earnest. Her only wish was that Goddess Goth wasn’t quite so vocal in her affections.
“Yes! Oh so good . . . Now do that clit . . . mmmmm. Oh! Keep doing that clit baby girl. Ahhhh . . . that's my sweet pussy licker." moaned the Goth.
"And you said you weren't a lezzie!"
She hated the thought of what she was doing, but she was lost in the smell, taste, and feel of the overbearing girl's sex against her face. What she hated more was the fact that the depravity of her actions brought such a sexual rush to her own pussy.
In her heightened excitement she began slowly at first grinding her own pussy onto the top of the soft leather black boot of the Goth girl between her legs to sooth the yearning in her SEX.
The designer steel chain on the Goth’s high fashion boot was starting to 'clink' as she humped her own overheated sex lips her boots. As her motions increased with her passion and as the Goth girl was getting more excited the tip of the boot now wet with my moisture started to penetrate into her pussy as she humped the top of the soft leather against her heated clitoris more and deeper. . Princess black Pumps was surprised to find these were such very high quality fashion boots with very soft leather and a very tailored smooth sole with no rough edges. The tip with her moisture now slid so easily into her pussy deeper now and as Goth girls foot turned a bit in her boots the flat side of the boot now entered blonde girls sex very easily and she began to us eit like a dildo amle member..
Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . . Ching . . . Slurp . . . Gasp . . .
"Oh yes! Suck it. Suck that pussy. Mmmm . . . I love that!"
"Do those boots girl. . . ugh . . . I can feel you doing my boots, put them in deeper. OH! I feel you down there, don’t try to hide it slut. You are doing my black boot, aren’t you princess black Pumps? . . . Oh yeah. Work that boot with your sexy body, you nasty girl! Mmmmm . . . ugh . . . I can feel your lips on my toes …… your gonna make my orgasm again . . . you little tittied lezzie bitch! Now come on do that BOOT!"
"Don't go all shy on my now . . . that's right . . . Suck that clit . . . ohhhh . . . Yeah, like that . . . suck it . . . suck it harder!!! HARDER!! Oh god . . . HARDER!!"
As the Goth girl came, I, couldn't help myself. I began to hump against the shiny and wet black leather of the boot with abandon as the tip of the boot pulsed deep in and out of me.
I felt my hair being grabbed and then my head was tilted back. "No! I'm so close. Please oh please let me finish!” I moaned.
Flash! The Goth girl took a surprise picture the slim girl hugging my leg tightly and screwing her black high heeled boot.
I was to far gone to care, the humiliation of the picture sent me over the edge as I began to climax on the boot inside of me.
"Oh . . . Ohhh . . . Ahhh . . . Goddesss . . . do me with your boot. . . . ahhhhh," I orgasmed loudly. Then I buried my face in the Goths black dark sex, before falling down in a heap at the Goth's booted feet. I lay staring my wet juices shining on the right black leather boot before my face.
"Mmmmm . . . That's my sweet pussy licking girl. Now be a good girl and clean up that nasty mess you made on my nice shiny boots. " ordered the Goth girl towering over me.
Seeing no alternative, an exhausted I began licking the high heeled boot in front of me. As I did, I noted the subtle difference in the flavor of my own secretions. I even worked my tongue around the metal chain, to get all the stray drops of moisture that had accumulated there. As I kissed and licked the top of the boot I could feel the Goth girls foot beneath the leather and it excited me even more. I was so turned on and surprised that I could do a boot I knew a lesbian affair and a fetish was born.
"I hate to interrupt your making love to my feet and my fashion boot since you are clearly enjoying yourself, but didn't you say you had a meeting at two?" asked an amused Goth.
"Oh shit! It's 2:05, I'm going to be late." I said as I jumped up eager to get ready for my meeting.
"Stop!" commanded the Goth.
"Give me a kiss first and thank me for the pleasure. Then hold still and I will dress you myself, my little black Pumps." said the Goth girl.
"Thank you for the pleasure Goddess Goth!" I said as I leaned my head up to kiss the taller girl.
"My Name is Beth and my phone number is 555 4532. Here, I'll write it on your tit. So you won’t lose it.” I want to see you again and have you do me with your black pumps little princess. You really seemed to enjoy that and I want to see what it felt like. Then the Goth girl took out a pen and wrote her number on the blonde’s small left breast.
"Hee Hee . . . your tiny titty is almost too small for my phone number to fit."
The Goth girl Frenched the submissive blonde deeply. She responded. Then she buttoned her sweater up, playfully tweaking her nipples, until her hard nips stood out like two pencil erasers.
"Perfect!" she said as she opened the door and smacked the rushing girl on the rear as she hurried to her meeting.
"I probably should have told her to wash off her face and hands, but I do so enjoy marking my territory." Beth thought smiling, before strutting saucily from the restroom herself.
In a later communications this person went on to explain that she had never considered the phallic nature of women’s shoes before the encounter with Beth, her Goth Girl. She noted that perhaps Beth’s boots were made of softer leather and although they looked like heavy Goth boots perhaps with their pointed toe and soft leather they might just be a fashion replica of Goth boots. Quite frankly up until then she did not consider shoes at all in sex play but enjoyed buying them and understood the sex nature of their appearance. However, she did admit that she did have a fantasy about being with another woman prior to her actual encounter with Beth. She also noted that she, in her own way, probably helped set the foundation for Beth to move forward. She noted she knew that Beth was a lesbian and kind of made eye contact regularly in the hallways and during lunch breaks. She also noted that once the boot was wet is was an easy slide in and when Beth turned her foot sideways it matched her vagina and made it very easy for the soft leather tip to enter her vagina. She noted it was strange to have the tip of a boot with a foot inside it inside of her, even if only by a few inches, but it felt good and she liked the feel of Beth’s toes under the leather as well and would try it again. She noted that probably didn’t qualify her as a shoe fetishist but it probably did qualify her as a person who could bring some erotic toys into her play. The jury may still be out on this but perhaps we might consider a woman’s view of fetish behavior when compared to men’s is probably going to be different.
However, when I discussed the general nature of this letter sent to me with male shoe fetishists I found an interesting fascination and consistency. As we know for some strange reason many men are fascinated by lesbian behavior, (not to be analyzed here) and when discussing the shoe fetish situation between two women with those male shoe fetishists, I found those men that normally found little interest in lesbian affairs became very interested and excited about this discussion when it included shoe play between those women.