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About Shoes by Rachael I have a lot of shoes. Tons of them! I guess some people might say I have a shoe fetish, and they might be right! These shoes, the red, open toe pumps I love to wear when I Rave! That's dancing to normal people. When I'm clubbing in my short black skirt and red leather corset, well I have to have red shoes! And those particular ones are comfortable! I wish the pic had come out better! I'm going to see if I can get my friend to take a better one for me! She already thinks I'm weird, so why not push it?? Anyway, I love it when I'm at a club and I meet a guy who can't take his eyes off my feet! Most men just want to look at my titties, or my ass. Some like my long, toned legs! That's all boring to me, though. I'm looking for a guy who checks out my toes before anything else! I know it doesn't necessarily mean anything, but it's a good clue that maybe they'll want something I love to give...A good hard kick to the balls! I met a man a couple weeks ago at a block party near Venice Beach. I was sitting down, sipping a drink and just talking with my friends when I caught him looking at me. He was kinda cute, a bit too serious maybe, but he had fun time potential! I slowly uncrossed my legs and turned a little more towards him and just as slowly crossed them again. He didn't move. His eyes were glued to my feet the whole time! I smiled inwardly and wondered if I'd have to make the first move. It turned out I didn't. He came over and asked me if I wanted to dance and I let him lead me to the edge of the crowd. Everyone was moving in a frenzy, and I found myself dancing with three or four different people all at once, which isn't unusual for a Rave! Normal, actually! But it was frustrating too because I wanted to keep my new friend close to me until I figured out exactly what he was into! Finally, by silent agreement, we found ourselves somewhat alone, or at least as alone as possible with a couple hundred people jammin all over the street! We were next to a beer garden, a tent with a bunch of kegs and frat boys drinking it up. I let him take my hand and we ducked into the shadows, behind the tent and into an alley. Even there we could see a dozen people or more passing a bottle or a joint or just making out in the semi-darkness. We were both hot and sweaty and it felt good just to relax and let the cool night air surround me. He pulled out a cigarette and offered it to me, but I shook my head because I don't smoke. he shrugged and lit and then said "I love your shoes." It was as simple as that. No names, no bullshit about where I was from. Just my shoes. I asked him what he liked about them. "The heels, the open toes. I like the ankle straps. I like the way you stand there with your calves tight, balancing yourself so easily." He spoke quietly, with a matter of fact tone. Some guys get tongue tied, shy or just embarrassed talking about a specific interest. But not this guy! He continued, "I like your toes too. The way you trimmed them and shaped them just right. Did you do it? Or do you go someplace?" I told him I did them myself and that I was very proud of my feet. I moved a little closer so that he could feel my body heat rising in the night and I told him I liked a man who appreciated every part of me! He just smiled and took another puff from his cigarette, careful to blow the smoke away from me. I asked him if he wanted to touch my feet. "Here?" he asked. And I asked him if he had a better place in mind. Of course he did...His apartment. I waved to my friends as we made our way back through the crowd. It turned out he lived fairly close and we just walked together making small talk along the way. His name was Jeremy and he was 20. We knew some of the same people as it turned out, Ravers and Goths and it was really fun talking to him. When we got to his apartment he made the perfunctory excuses for the mess and offered me a beer, or juice, or...? I picked a seat on his sofa and he grabbed a beer from his kitchen and came in to sit down next to me. The awkward silence lasted all of 6 seconds before he leaned over and we kissed. His mouth tasted like cigarettes and beer, but I didn't mind. My body was yearning for attention and I moved my hands to his thick, sandy hair, holding his head while we kissed. Jeremy's own hands were on my back and then sliding to the front, between us, undoing the lacy little string which held the corset together. I moaned and sucked his tongue as his hands found my firm breasts, his thumbs pressing against my hardening nipples. When we finally broke our kiss, coming up for some much needed air. My leather top was on the sofa behind me and Jeremy bent to kiss my tits one at a time. I lay back and watched him move to his knees on the floor in front of me. My legs were spread, giving him a wide open view between my thighs to my panties moist with my juices. Jeremy smiled and began kissing/licking/nibbling his way down my legs, his hands massaging my thighs and calves as he went. When his mouth reached one of my feet he began licking at my toes, bathing them with his tongue. It was tickling me, but it felt too good to laugh. I watched as he licked my shoe as well, taking the 3" heel into his mouth and sucking it like I would a penis! This was all getting me very wet! I'd had some foot worship done before, but never with the obvious enjoyment it was giving Jeremy! He spent a good 10 minutes on my left foot before moving to the right and repeating his technique! When he seemed to be finishing I leaned forward to take his chin in my hand. I tilted it upward so I could see his face. He looked almost frightened and I knew the face of a real sub when I saw one. I told him he'd done a good job...But there was a little bit of dirt left on the left heel. He gave me a grateful smile and immediately bent his mouth to the task, licking and sucking at the imagined stain. I used my other foot to gently press against his crotch, making him shift his weight from one knee to the other as I spread his legs with my toe. I could feel his hardness straining through his khaki pants and he let a small groan escape as I nudged my toe underneath and upward, searching for his balls. "Do you like that?" I asked him. "Do you like it when i touch your balls with my foot?" "Oh yes!" he breathed, still holding my other foot in his hands, massaging it. I reached down and pulled my panty aside so that he could see the wetness of my cunt. I rubbed my clit with my fingers while I watched him watch me. I pulled my foot from his hands and told him to straighten up and clasp his hands behind his back. Jeremy did so immediately and didn't move as I leaned forward to unbutton his pants. I pulled the zipper down and reached inside his boxers. His cock was long and hard, as thick as my wrist and precum oozed from the tip. I pulled his cock free and then reached underneath, grasping his heavy balls in my hand. I circled my hand around them, giving them a little squeeze to see how Jeremy would react. he closed his eyes and gave a sharp little inhale. I pulled his balls out of his underwear as well, so that they hung over the edge of his pants. His spread legs kept his trousers from falling down his thighs and he looked so sexy like that. Completely dressed with his beautiful erection and large, hairy balls exposed for me to do with as I pleased. I made him stay like that while I spread my legs again, leaning back with one foot extended to play footsies with his balls and cock. My pussy was so wet!! I pushed a finger inside and then another, fucking myself while Jeremy watched. I gave his balls little kicks with my toes. They couldn't really swing, but they did look so sexy!! I moved my legs so that the heels caught Jeremy's balls like a scissors beneath his cock. I pressed the soles of my shoes together, trapping the scrotum between the balls of my feet and the shiny red heels. It was awkward for me but it was worth it! The look on Jeremy's face was priceless! I was afraid he was going to cum right then, when I started squeezing my feet together, threatening to crush his balls between the shoes shoes he worshipped! I backed off, fingering myself frantically. I told Jeremy he could have my feet or my pussy. But he couldn't have both! he'd have to decide right now and tell me what he wanted! His cock was bobbing up and down, threatening to cum any moment! I pulled my feet completely away from him and sat there. "I want your feet." he said. "What was that, Jeremy?" I teased, "I didn't hear you." In a louder voice he said "May I have your feet, Mistress?" "Ahhh...That's better!" I smiled and touched the sole of my right shoe to the tip of Jeremy's cock. I rubbed it around smearing his precum all over the bottom of my freshly cleaned shoe. I lifted my leg and told him to show me how badly he wanted my foot. Jeremy immediately began licking his own juice from the leather. I watched him close his eyes and drag his tongue across the bottom in long, slow strokes. Swallowing and making a low humming sound as he did so. I was impressed and asked Jeremy what he'd like to do, what was his fantasy since he was being such a good little slave. 'Mistress....I'd like you, I mean please Mistress, would you kick me...There...In my balls?" He asked in a real quiet voice, like a little boy asking for something secret from Santa Claus and never expecting to receive it. I couldn't believe my ears!! I was dying to plant my foot into his beautiful balls! But a Mistress cannot appear too eager to please her slave!! I told him I would, but only if he understood that I would do it as hard as I could! I'd do it more than once if I felt the first blow wasn't a good one! And he'd have to satisfy me afterwards, he'd have to make me cum with his mouth immediately! No matter how much pain he was in! I told him if he couldn't agree to these terms I wouldn't do it. Jeremy quickly assented and looked like he'd just won the California lottery! I'd bet he'd been dreaming of this for a long time and either never had the balls to ask for it before, or had never found anyone to agree to do it! Well, this was his lucky night! He stripped naked and I did the same, leaving on only my shoes. My cunt was juiced and the fire was driving me crazy! I knew that he wouldn't have to do much to make me cum after I'd kicked him! I also knew I'd have to kick him twice regardless of how good or bad the first kick was! I knew he'd love it as much as me!! He stood in front of me with his hands clasped behind his back. A lean, healthy 20 year-old with a hard cock standing straight out with anticipation! His balls were finally hanging loose and I knelt in front of him to kiss them tenderly before I busted him hard. I put my lips against each one and then pushed them with my index finger, watching them sway slightly to and fro...This was going to be good! I stepped back and looked at him. I gave him one last chance to back out, I wanted him to be sure before it was too late. He just smiled and told me he was ready. Some guys like to close their eyes. Maybe from fear, maybe so they wouldn't involuntarily try to block or dodge my foot. But Jeremy wanted to watch, I could almost see him steeling himself against the expected pain. I picked my spot just below his cock and in front of his balls. I knew it wasn't going to be the best, but it would hurt like hell and I'd have a good reason to kick him again! I brought my leg back and then forward as hard as possible, grunting with the effort! My arms were out, it was poetry! A little hop off my left foot and my toes caught his nut sack right at the front and just below his cock! Jeremy had flinched at the last moment but it didn't do him any good! His hands immediately went to his balls, covering them while his knees buckled. Air whooshed out of him and I thought he was going down. But Jeremy was strong, he stayed up and I came close, putting my arms around him, between his own arms and ribs. I kissed him and told him it would be alright, it was almost over. He looked at me with his ashen face and tried to whisper something about it not being as bad as he thought it would be. I had him standing and I lifted my arms under his, moving them so that they were on my shoulders. "That's it," I was saying, "just lean on me..." When he looked like he was recovering I kissed him again and when I pulled my mouth away I brought my knee up as hard as I could directly into his balls! His eyes flew open and this time he did drop! I felt has arms go slack around my neck and he fell into a fetal position at my feet. My pussy was soaked! My nipples hard as diamonds! I let him lay there for a moment, gasping for air, his eyes tearing, and making that sweet retching sound boys make when they hurt. I got down next to him and rolled him over, onto his back. I sat on his face, pushing my soaked cunt against his mouth. I don't know why I love this but having a helpless man writhing in pain while I rock my pussy into his face just makes me cum and cum and cum!!! I was pinching my titties and bouncing on his face while my juices filled my pussy and ran between my legs onto Jeremy's face. When I'd had what seemed like a hundred tiny orgasms rolled into one big, long cum I finally calmed...Jeremy hadn't moved very much since I'd rolled him over and I stayed on his mouth, facing his feet. I pulled his hands away from his cock and balls and saw he was still hard!! It was amazing! I'd seen guys cum before when I kicked them and I'd seen them go soft in the blink of an eye! But I never expected a man could stay hard after being kicked and then kneed in the balls! I reached down and started massaging his cock. His balls were already swelling and turning an angry purplish/yellow. His cock too I could see was bruised where my toe had caught it at the base and it must have hurt terrible when I was giving him that hand-job because he was groaning and crying into my pussy and his hands would try to make me stop! But I just laughed and slapped him away, I knew what he needed!! Release! So I massaged his swollen dick, moving my hand up and down until he finally started to spew his hot thick sperm. His body was shaking and I could imagine his poor, bruised balls straining to empty their load! I grabbed them with my other hand and squeezed them, hard, trying to get every drop of sperm out of them! I thought about trying to crush them, fixing it so he wouldn't have to suffer from cumming ever again. "Did that feel good?" I asked him and he just moaned, so I took that for a yes. "Then you're going to love this!" I smiled, thinking about all the pain and frustration I'd be saving him later in life. I squeezed his balls harder, using both hands now and interlocking my fingers to catch those ripe eggs between my palms. "Tell me you love me!" I whispered urgently, feeling my sex running with juice. "Tell me!" I squeezed as hard as I could! Holding my breath and feeling every muscle in my body straining against his precious testicles. "I...Looovvvmmmppphhh!!" His voice broke with a loud shuddering groan as his first ball just seemed to pop under the pressure, followed a split second later by the other. I didn't stop squeezing though! I rubbed my palms together, massaging his sack and feeling the pudding like texture of his now hopelessly crushed balls oozing back and forth inside. It was delicious and I wished I could see it, what that thick goop must have looked like inside his bruised and now swelling ball sack. I eased up slowly, watching as my newfound lover sagged, his eyelids drooping, his breathing shallow and weak. I wondered if a guy could die from that, but I didn't think so. I knew he felt terrible right now, but later, after he'd grown used to the idea of not having to ever cum again, he'd thank me. the end rache696@yahoo.com |