Archive for June, 2010
Recently Jade from Pieces of Jade wrote a really amazing post on her evolution as a shoe slut. i immediately sent it to my Master because i knew He’d really enjoying reading it and seeing all her fantastic shoes. And in fact, He was inspired to ask me to write my thoughts about my own shoe-slut-ness.
Unlike Jade, whose Dom capitalized on her already existing shoe fascination, my shoe fetish is entirely a product of my Master’s creation. As we led up to our first visit at Master and submissive, He told me what kinds of shoes to buy (4 inch classic black patent stilettos), and had me practice walking in them every night. i was one of those people who would look at high heeled shoes and say “i could never walk in those.” But with a little practice, i found that i could do it pretty well, when sufficiently motivated.
And those nightly practice sessions were a huge turn-on too, as i started to understand what it would be like to be His, and what else would be expected of those shoes besides wearing them…
From the 3 pairs of high heels i started that weekend with, my collection has blossomed to probably around 70 pairs right now. Not counting the ones that we “borrow” for weekends to try out, and usually end up returning. Although i started wearing them for my Master, i found that i really like them as well. They look good on me, do fabulous things for my legs, and have helped me develop a distinctive sense of style. i feel sexier and more confident when i’m wearing them, and they remind me of my submission all the time. And now that i’m the target of those “wow, i could never wear i shoes like that” comments, i feel proud for representing my Master so well.
i still stand in awe of Jade’s post, though. i can’t imagine sleeping in pumps as she has been known to do. And – to my Master’s chagrin – i am not so good as she is at not complaining about my footwear. Still, these are things to work on as His submissive and shoe slut.
My Master had given me permission to masturbate, but told me i needed to “make it good” for when i reported it to him the next day. Here’s what i wrote him…
As a warm up, i pulled out my vibrator and just rested it on my clit as i played with my nipples, fantasizing about You pissing all over me. That got my juices flowing, so i turned it on and fantasized about the office slut scene i’d written You the other night, about Lyn being fucked with the mini-baseball-bat in the private box, and then i started thinking about being fucked with a real baseball bat, and those thoughts about being filled up led me to think about fisting. And to fantasize about us going to a kink con
and You recruiting some small-handed woman to fist me there, and then once i was loosened up, doing it Yourself.
That was good enough to bring me to the edge of an orgasm, so i turned off the vibrator and let myself cool down as i kept playing with my nipples.
When i turned the vibe on again, it was to thoughts of on my favorite threesome fantasies. You fucking me while a sexy woman rides my face, the two of You kissing and absorbed in each other up above while i am just the holes you are using to get off. Again i brought myself to the edge and stopped.
The third time i was fantasizing about You putting me on display somewhere and making me do what i was doing. Bringing myself to the edge of an orgasm over and over again, and then stopping. Until i was so aroused, so horny, that when You told me i could only have an orgasm if i was willing to let any stranger in the room fuck me, i begged anyone who wanted to stick their cock in my cunt. So shamelessly slutty and desperate.
And that was when i finally begged You for permission before coming long and hard.
He changed planes at my airport and we flew on to our destination together. Which was lovely, but i was having a very angsty morning and just couldn’t get my head in the right space. This continued during our taxi ride to the hotel. Then our room wasn’t ready, and we had to hang out in the lobby for a while. i was still being angsty and a little bratty, and just before my Master had to go outside to take a call, He came over to me and asked me to present my neck.
He had my collar in his hand – my real collar, not the pretty ones we use for show (like the bracelet turned collar in this picture, which i wore out to dinner one night). Still not in the right space, i started arguing with Him. “You are not going to do that! No, You can’t really mean it!”
“Be quiet, and stop arguing,” He told me, “or I won’t be kind enough to leave the buckle in the back.”
i shut up quickly after that, and by the time our room was ready, my attitude was much improved.