The New Maid
© Pierre Bougie 2003
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Finding someone to be a live-in house worker is
no insignificant affair. When you live in a rather small town,
you prefer not to hire someone who lives nearby and would possibly
spread rumors, good or bad, in the neighborhood. So I decide
to place an ad in the London Times classifieds, so as to reach
a young woman that might be interested to leave the big city
and establish herself in the country, far from her family and
friends. This way, while she would be living with me and take
care of the house while I am gone to work, she wouldn't be tempted
to go out or invite any of her friends over. And when her days
off will come by, she would then go back to London and spread
her news amongst her far away family and friends.
The ad was a success and I received quite a lot of applications.
This is Wednesday evening and I just got back from work with
the rest of the mail. Still dressed in my conservative business
attire, which is a matching gray skirt and jacket worn over
a white blouse, I am anxious to open the envelopes. As I am
sitting at the kitchen table with the complete pile of résumés
in front of me, I nonchalantly slip both feet out of my high-heels,
dipping the toes inside the half-off court shoes and caress
the soft leather insole with my slippery nylon clad digits.
This is a habit I developed the very first days I had to wear
shoes… and it stayed with me ever since.
For some childish reason, I always preferred to run barefoot
and feel the grass under my naked soles. I loved the sensation
as it sank between my clenching toes. When Sunday came and mother
insisted I wear a dress with knee-high white cotton socks and
my pink ballerinas, I was reluctant to slip them on. On the
very first occasion I would shed the shoes under the table and
let my thin cotton covered feet take some fresh air. I liked
to wriggle the toes and fan them as far as they would go, stretching
the material of the sock until I could feel the fresh air between
the cracks. Nobody ever complained when I did that, but I had
to wear the flat shoes whenever I had to walk over to another
place, even when on a carpet covered floor.
Then in my teens, I discovered the joy of wearing nylon stockings.
I remember the first time I slipped a pair on my legs, I felt
very stimulating tingles inside my lower belly. The softness
of the material, the way it clung to my skin, actually seeing
my little toes thru the reinforced tip and the rustling sound
my feet and legs made as I crossed them or slid a foot on top
of the other… All contributed to make me want to wear them
all the time!
For similar reasons, I now wear high-heels every day. The first
time I realized stilettos were going to be mandatory for me
was when my best girlfriend Sara and I were alone at her wealthy
parent's mansion. Her mother had a collection of over fifty
different pairs of sandals, slides and court shoes, all of which
had a four inch or higher heel to them. As I often did without
reason, I let both my flat shoes slip off my nylon feet when
I followed my friend Sara into the walk-in closet. At eighteen
years of age, I was fascinated by the collection of footwear
that was neatly standing on tilted shelves in front of us. As
if hypnotized by all the shapes and colors, I reached for a
pair of black patent pumps that had a very pointy toe. I delicately
put them on the carpet floor and slipped the right foot inside
the first shoe… I felt lifted on my tiptoes as my nylon
tootsie snugly fit inside the towering heel. I immediately pointed
the other foot and sank it into the second shoe. The sensation
was terrific! I had grown at least four inches taller and felt
an overwhelming powerful attitude take over my otherwise normal
personality.
Sara was looking at me with wide open eyes, not too sure if
I had done the right thing in trying on a pair of her mother's
precious shoes. I walked towards her with barely a wobble in
my ankles, as if I had a natural talent to stand and move about
on such skyscraper heels…
- "Sit on the floor!" I ordered Sara
- "But Stephanie…
- Do as I say or I will get mad!
- Alright…"
Sara seemed terrified but I was having the time of my life!
She sat down on the carpet and looked at me from below. I stood
in front of her, perched on the stilettos with my legs slightly
parted. Looking at Sara straight in the eye, I saw that she
wasn't feeling too sure about all this and it made me want to
take advantage of the situation. I lifted a foot towards her
face and ordered her to lick the vamp clean! With trembling
hands, my friend reached for the shoe and began to lick at the
shiny black leather. She was actually obeying me and I was thrilled
by this power trip…
Her tongue slid all over the front of the shoe and accidentally
licked at the top of my nylon toes. The upper had a very low
cut and offered quite a lot of toe cleavage. Feeling my girlfriend's
hot tongue against the nylon sent shivers down my back and I
felt I was getting aroused! Sara continued to lick at the shoe
while I watched her every move with anticipation. Each time
she was near the edge of the vamp, I pushed my foot forward
to make her warm tongue caress the top of my digits once again.
Sara looked up as if interrogating me on my move, but I simply
frowned at her.
- "Take the shoe off!
- But Stephanie…
- Lick my toes!
- Yes mistress…"
I couldn't believe my ears! My submissive girlfriend was acting
out my orders and called me mistress…! I loved this so
much that I began to feel my vagina tingle as Sara was pulling
at the heel, exposing my reinforced heel and toe nylon encased
foot. I had to brace myself against the shelf as I stood there
on one spike only. The pressure on that foot's toes was tremendous
but I was getting so aroused that I couldn't care less about
the pain and wanted to play!
Sara's shaking hands were holding my warm foot with one palm
cupping my round fleshy heel and the other caressing my arch
with the fingers running along my insole. I wriggled my toes
and stretched them against the reinforced darker tip of the
coffee colored stocking.
- "Sink your nose into my toes and tell me what they smell…
- Yes mistress…"
For some reason, Sara went along everything I asked and I was
very fond of her. I watched as her nostrils brushed against
the top of my straight digits and her breathing felt warm as
she exhaled against them.
- "Inhale deeply and tell me if they stink.
- Yes mistress…"
Sara took a deep breath, getting as much of my foot perfume
as she could down into her lungs. I was now aroused to a point
of no return and felt the first traces of moisture invade my
vagina. I lifted my dress with the other hand, showing Sara
how the suspenders pulled so tightly at my stocking welts, and
how my panties were about to show a little patch of moisture
along my slit.
- "Your foot perfume is intoxicating, mistress…
- Yes, tell me more Sara…
- The odor is strong but strangely pleasing… It is a delicate
balance between that of the leather and your foot perspiration…
- And you like that musk smell?
- Yes, I love it mistress… Your feet have always attracted
me.
- Really?
- Yes mistress. I think you have the shapeliest legs and feet
I ever saw. I am very fond of them and I am getting aroused
feeling and caressing your warm nylon foot between my hands.
I wish to fondle, smell and lick at it forever. I want your
toes inside my mouth so I can taste them and suck each little
shrimp!
- Yes Sara! Wrap your lips over my digits! Suck them in and
bathe each and every one of them clean!
- With pleasure mistress."
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