Office foot worship story
Ellen and I were watching, unobserved, from a hiding place in the coat closet of office. We saw Doug sit down at his desk in office and remove the shoes from the box. First he daintily picked them up and put them to his nose. Then he inhaled deeply. I had been wearing the shoes for a few hours office foot worship, and they must have smelled both from the smell of new leather and my own foot odor.
Girls foot worship
Finally we invited Doug for his opinion about girls foot worship. We had actually saved him for last because he is admittedly colorblind. Doug surprised us for two reasons. First, he decided very quickly that the shoes were absolutely two different colors. He explained that although he was not sure which color each shoe was, despite his colorblindness he could compare them side by side and determine that they were slightly different colors. Second, he held the shoes in his hands a little too long for gilrs foot worship. He got a glazed look in his eyes as he examined the size of the heel, the shine of the leather, and how tapered the toe is.
Female foot worship
Ellen had become my best friend at work female foot worship. My name is Dorothy, and I am new to the company. We are both about 30, married, and have more in common than the other girls at work. I had told her I needed some new shoes for a wedding I am going to, and I asked for her opinion on shoes and female feet worship. Ellen always dresses very fashionably for work. If I do say so myself, I am pretty. I have shoulder length black hair and nearly perfect very white skin that needs no makeup. I like to emphasize my brown eyes with mascara and eye liner, and I do notice guys seem to be drawn to my eyes for female foot worship.
Mistress foot worship high heels
“Get yourself some high heels, girl! Yes, they will hurt until you get used to them. But you will love the way you look and the way it will change your walk.” “But Ellen, I love my flats. High heels would make me look a cheap hooker,” I replied. “No Dorothy. I’m talking a two or three inch heel, girl, not five inches that no real person can walk in. Although there are other purposes of a five inch heel ...” “Since when are you the expert on footwear, Ellen? You should talk. You wear toe rings. How about that ankle bracelet for mistress highheels and foot worship with the butterfly you wear?”
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The Shoes
I decided to see how far I could degrade him. I told him to sniff between my toes, and then to tell me how beautiful they smelled. And he did. Ellen started giggling, but I remained serious. “Now lick the crud in between the toes,” I commanded. I was sure Doug would protest that indignity, but he eagerly complied. What a wimp!
When he was done, I had him put the shoes on my feet. I got up to walk in them, telling Doug to stay kneeling. I went over to Ellen and we whispered, trying to decide what else we could get him to do. She had all sorts of ideas, and I couldn’t believe how far she thought we could push Doug into performing increasingly humiliating acts.
I returned to the chair in front of Doug. I told him the shoe leather was losing its original shine, and I wanted him to use his tongue to shine them up. He put his face down to the floor and gratefully started licking the shoe leather as if it were the most natural thing in the world. At this point Ellen and I were both laughing at his debasement. While he was busy licking the shoes, Ellen came up to him and unbuckled his pants. She pulled his pants down to his ankles, displaying his briefs. Then for good measure she pulled his briefs down too.
After he was finished licking both shoes, I told him to stay kneeling but to straighten up. His face was about at my waist level. I lifted my left leg, knowing it gave him a view up my skirt, and I put my left heel to his lips. “Suck it, bitch,” I commanded. He opened his lips and put the thin stiletto heel in his mouth. “Suck it just like it is your lover’s cock,” I commanded; I knew he wasn’t gay, but I though that comment would humiliate him even more. He sucked away on the heel, and I could see his cock grow. I used my right leg to massage his cock with my right heel.
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