Shoe fetish Story

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I updated My members area with a bunch of new fetish photos and pantyhose pics. Plus a nice foot fetish video. If your not a member you can buy My fetish video here.

One of My girlfriends from NYC wrote part one of this wonderful foot fetish story. Enjoy bois!

I’m on Fifth Avenue, half a dozen shopping bags dangling from my fingers, one of my little bitches credit cards snug the back pocket of my mini skirt, new shoes on my feet, and the sun is shining. The day is beautiful, early spring, and I’ve got a thin, sheer, white camisole on. Simple, and when men realize they can just make out my nipples through it, they lose their minds.

I like that about men. I like how easy they are to control. After one last street, and a few more dodged taxi cabs I see my target. The shoe store in question, a tiny place with strappy little shoes, few of which have less than four figures in their prices, but that’s not my concern, really. I pause at the door and glance down at my toes, freshly pedicure this morning. I can see the shiny pink polish peeking out the through sheer white of my Wolford stockings, and my pinky and ring toe are a hidden by the wide opaque white stripes.

The salesman nods at me, and gestures for me to come in. I step back and hold up both hands, filled with shopping bags which are in turn filled by pretty things I bought with money from men like him. Instantly he gets it (I’d been told he’s well trained) and he comes over and pulls the heavy thing open for me.

He is so very fucked already, and he doesn’t even know it.

I drop my bags by the door and tell him to take care of them, and he scurry’s to shove the behind the counter. I browse the place picking up pump after sandal after wedge after stiletto. When my arms get full, I snap for him to come over (he’s already hovering) and I pick shoe after shoe. “Size seven,” I say. “All of them now.”

He practically bows and say, “Yes mistr–. Yes, miss. Yes, right away.” He’s shaking hard enough to drop one of the shoes, then they all come tumbling down from his arms, clattering to the hardwood floor and he looks like he’s about to wet himself he’s so nervous.

“Pick them up,” I say quietly, and that seems to scare him more.

It takes him four tries to undo the straps on my current sandals, and I can feel the sweat from his nervous little paws as he trembles.

“I thought you were a professional,” I tease, kicking my toe into his chest. “Hmm?”

“I–I, you have beautiful feet,” he says, finally unhooking the strap. So slowly, so gently, he caresses the shoe off my foot. Then he covers my instep with a palm and curls his fingers under and sets my foot on the ground. I wiggle my toes inside my hose and he can’t seem to take his eyes off them while I do that, so I do it again.

“You going to admire my manicure all day, or are you going to show me some shoes and do your job.”

“Yes. Yes, I’m so sorry, I’m so–”

“Stop babbling and show me those. High heeled Mary Jane’s, patent leather, wedge heel. Black with white piping. Trendy, naughty, flashy, a little trendy for my tastes, but oh so shiny.

Reverently, he slips my toes in, then cups my heel and inserts that. “Perfect. Oh.” He slips on the second one and sets my feet on the floor, then stands and extends his hand. I stand, and I’m a few inches taller than him in these. I take a turn around the store, the heels must be nearly 6 inches, and they make my legs look a mile long.

He’s back on his knees, I realize when I turn, so I walk over to him, stand in front of him. He’s bent over awkwardly, and I have to laugh at him. Hard already.

“Stand up straight,” I say and he scrambles to his feet. I glance down at his pathetic little boner poking at the front of his pants and roll my eyes. “Do you think you can stop being such a pervert and do your damn job?”

He turns bright red. “Oh god, I’m sorry, please don’t, please.”

I turn and walk away from him, sit, extend my foot. “Shut the fuck up and do your job,” I say.

*

He can’t take his eyes off my toes as he slips shoe after shoe off and on my pretty feet. I swear I hear him moan a few times, and it’s all I can do not to dissolve into giggles at how pathetically easy it is to control him.

I point my toes and he compliments my arch, compliments my instep, stroking each as he does, and I swear to god I can see the drool in the corner his mouth. Time to move to the second part of the plan. Feeling inspired, I lift my foot, point my toe at the corner of his mouth and say,”You’ve got something there,” but its like he doesn’t hear me. His eyes follow my toes, like a dog following a ball. I actually move my foot back and forth a few times and it’s as if he’s hypnotized. I laugh.

“Can I touch it?” he begs, and he’s already lost. I’m not even going to have to try with this one.

“Sure,” I coo. “Sure you can touch it–” and before I can finish his hand tightens around my foot, and then he’s pressed my toes to his lips and he’s kissing one after another. I kick his mouth away.

“Did I say you can kiss them? Did I?”

He sort of whimpers, and one of his hands is sneaking down, in broad daylight. I don’t want us to be interrupted.

“Lock the door now,” I order, and he scampers to comply, then gets right back down on his knees in front of me.

“In the back,” I say. “Now. And take your hand off your pathetic boner. Go back there and wait for me.”

He goes, and I send a quick text message.

*

He’s got his hands in fists at his sides when I finally stroll back into the storeroom. Shoe boxes stacked to the ceiling, concrete floor, buzzing florescent lights overhead.

“Pants off,” I say, not bothering to hide my boredom.

Then I start laughing so hard that I have to grab the shelf to steady myself. Oh this is too much. “Look at the pretty panties,” I say in a singsong.

“No, they’re not mine, they’re, oh god, please can I touch it, please please.”

“Touch what? My feet? After you’ve touched that nasty thing? No way. And if they’re not yours, what are you, some panty stealing pervert freako? Some panty sniffing loser? Hmm?”

He makes a choked whine. “Yes I’m a loser,” he mumbles. “Yes mistress.”

“Don’t mistress me, you pathetic fuck. Those aren’t your mistress’s panties, why the hell would she give you her panties? Those are your faggot little panties, aren’t they?” I point at the hot pink satin stretched across his tiny little boner. “Turn around.” Of course it’s a thong.

“I’ll give you anything,” he begs. “Anything.”

“You’ll give me everything,” I say. “On your knees.” I order him to crawl over to the seat with the tilted mirror in the side, the one you can walk up to for a view of your shoes. “Now start jerking,” I say.

“Oh!”

“And don’t you dare come without my permission.”

“C-can I, may I see your toes?”

“Are you kidding me? Loser.”

That makes his widdle hand pump faster on his weenie. “I need to come, mistress.”

I kick him, hard, in the ribs and that makes him groan and squeeze, “Oh god, oh god, Oh please may I please may I come please?”

“I’m going to count to three I say,” and he cries out then. I yell, “Shut up. I’m going to count to three, and you’re going to come on that mirror, one two three go on you pathetic fuck.”

He does, big surprise that his little thing goes off so fast. His little thing squirts and squirts and he sounds like he’s being stabbed or something as he comes. I laugh, hard, then smack him in the back of the head. “Lick it up, fuckwad.”

“Wh-why?”

“So I don’t tell your mistress you’re a cheating fuck.”

That puts the fear of God into him and he’s slurping that come up in no time, licking the mirror clean, dragging his tongue up over the gooey mess. “There,” he says after one last slurp, “There, see, you don’t have to tell her. Please, please don’t.”

I hear a knock at the door and tell him to stay there. I let in the visitor, and we giggle as we walk back to the storeroom, heels clicking almost in unison on the hardwood floor.

When we get back there, he’s still licking the traces of come from his fingers, the little faggot. My friend laughs and he looks up, startled. Then he looks like he’s going to cry. “M-m-m-Mistress? This isn’t what it looks like.”

She and I just laugh harder.

Pantyhose Fetish and Sissy Boy

One of the reasons that sissy boys adore pantyhose, besides helping them achieve a feminine look and feel, is the functional purpose they serve in allowing a sissy boy to tuck his penis out of sight. The compression that a control top or lycra enhanced pair of pantyhose provides keeps a sissy boy’s “clit” tucked out of sight, and gives him a nice, clean Y shape in his crotch.

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A sissy boy’s love of silky pantyhose also gives him a “girly” topic to discuss with other femininized boys in fetish forums and in online instant message chat. A true sissy boy and pantyhose fetishist will often know more about a pair of pantyhose than a business woman who has been wearing pantyhose all of her adult work life. Sissy boys will have their own specific brand, style and denier of pantyhose that they prefer, and that gives them the feminine look that they seek.

Pantyhosed males are finally coming out of the lingerie drawer in greater numbers. There are entire picture posting sites dedicated to straight and bi males, crossdressers and transvestites dressed in their favorite pairs of pantyhose. One well know internet e-group poster has even developed a homemade brand of pantyhose that offers a “cock sheath” for the male penis, so every inch of the male’s body below the waist is caressed in sheer nylon. The recent voluntary outing of so many men in pantyhose has begun to draw numerous male admirers.

But, most sissy boys in pantyhose are seeking out women who will treat a sissy boy as he should be treated, which is usually with a strap-on cock in his mouth and ass. Women across America have begun to embrace the use of the strap-on in relationships. Women are not shocked by revelations by their husbands of boyfriends that they want to wear panties with pantyhose or stockings and be used by the woman and her strap-on cock. This role reversal will only continue to increase in the months and years to come.

So, if you’re a woman, and you begin to notice that your pantyhose and stockings are stretched out a little, chances are you’ve got a sissy boy in the house. You can see more of today’s pantyhose fetish pictures – HERE.

Weekend with Princess Mandy

What a wonderful Sunday after noon! I have the pig line on today while I paint My nails they sure are getting long. I’ll have to take some photos so you can see. I know how some of you bois have nail fetishes. Now if I only had a foot boi or three here crawling around My house all day serving Me then today would be 100% Perfect. Oh and a slave who could be My chair I could just plant My wonderful ass on your face and smother you, that would make Me happy right about now. :cloud9:

I’m just getting back in the swing of things from being out of town doing that four day photo shoot. There is nothing like taking thousands of photos of a hot blonde with a really nice tight ass! I bet you all wish you could be Me.. :)

I’m “training” her how to treat men. I told her first rule is “men are like animals and should be treated as such” :gromit: :piggy:. She said I had a good point there. I will meet up with her again in July and be in the photos with her. Which should be fun. :hearts1:

I’m on Niteflirt today. I’ll be doing a few updates around My site.

tributes from j. , shoe sucker, nylon dawg, and of course pantyhose wearing paul woohoo! Nice bois! I know how you two love My Princess feet and legs. :brat1:

Oh P.S. to the pink wearing panty fag loser who left Me 4 stars go cut your stupid little “cock” off with a dull butter knife you dumb ass. you don’t need it anyhow. :heartbeat: :diablotin:

I have a new foot fetish video for sale here. I know you all will enjoy Me teasing you like mad in this video.

Out of Town Photo Shoot

I been out of town for the past four days doing a huge photo shoot taking pictures of Kaylee. It’s been really amazing no doubt about that. She is such a pretty lil brat :heartbeat:! I just been unpacking all the tons of outfits and shoes from the trip. :imslow:

I’ll be on Niteflirt again full time starting Friday! YAY! I know you all have missed your Princess so much! For those of you who have been leaving drive by tributes, I did take notice. :brat1:

I did a big update inside My members area. :princess:
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My sister is in town until Friday afternoon. We are just going to hang out and look at all the great photos from this week and watch a movie ! :hearts1: