CHAPTER TWENTY TWO:
“You Morons! You get turned on when you see women in
high heeled sandals don’t you? And you expect women to wear them to please you.
Do you know how difficult it is to be wearing these? Ah? I think you should
also experience the pain of this. What say you slut? She asked sarcastically.
“Come-on! Get those old pair of sandals of mine and wear them. Now be quick
slut” she pointed towards the piano in the living room. There was a pair of
Brown leather-strapped stilettos under the piano stool. The sandals had heels
of about three inches in high. I sat on the stool and strapped on the sandals
on to my feet. They were a bit too small
for my feet and I barely managed to squeeze my feet into them.
The leather straps across my insteps stretched to
its maximum crushing my toes together. Only half of my heel was supported by
the sandal and the rest were propping out.
Meanwhile Aunt Hillary gulped down the rest of Brandy in her glass and
refilled it again laughing at my attempt to fit-in my feet to those size five
sandals. The more she gets drunk the more I would be in trouble I sensed.
Aunt Hillary was already somewhat tipsy after having
a full glass of brandy on the rocks. She was I assumed with her second glass in
hand now. It scared me a bit that she was not in her proper senses. I was not
sure whether she was actually turning violent under the influence of alcohol or
she was just pretending to be a tough mistress in order to fulfill my fantasy? Whatever
the case, I decided it would be better for me to act as an obedient slave as
much submissive as possible. After all it was my fantasy coming true as my
birthday wish. At last I managed to fit in my feet into the pair of stiletto
sandals as demanded by my mistress ‘Queen Mother’.
“Okay slut! Now stand-up you little Girly-boy and
give me a cat-walk. Like this; the way you like to see girls walk in
high-heels” she said giving a very seductive cat-walk. I realized I was in trouble once I stood up.
As soon as I gave my body weight on to my heels the rimed edges of the sandals
started to cut through the soft muscle pad heels of my foot soles. Half of my
heel was not supported by the sandals and I almost fell backwards. As I soon I shifted
my weight forward onto my toes, my toes got cramped in to the straps of the
sandals giving me quite a pain. I was not able to stand still balancing myself;
let alone doing a cat-walk.
My hamstring muscles got stretched and my calf
muscles were getting cramped up. Despite all that pain I was feeling sexually
aroused and my penis was getting hardened. I took two steps forward swaying on
either side trying to keep my balance by keeping my legs apart as possible. My
erected penis was wagging up and down like crazy causing more pain.
“How does it feel to be walking in high-heeled
sandals my sexy little slut? Do you enjoy it as much as you enjoy seeing other
girls walking in them?” Aunt Hillary asked coming towards me.
“ Uh!. It hurts a bit Queen Mother” I replied very
humbly.
“Huh! Now do you understand what difficulties girls
go through to look sexy and please pervert men like you?” She asked
sarcastically. “But this little one seems to be enjoying it quite a bit?” Aunt
Hillary raised my penis with the tip of her cane. At one point my penis slipped
off the cane and fell back bouncing. She found it so amusing she repeated the
act several time giggling. It gave me pleasure and pain both at the same time.
“Here, have a sip of Brandy. It’ll make you a bit
steadier” Aunt Hillary pour the remaining brandy of her glass in to my mouth
laughingly. I managed to gulp as much as possible, but couldn’t help alcohol
pouring along the cheeks and then along my naked body. Then she put the empty
glass away and came to me again.
“Now! Now! This is not how sexy girls should pose.
Come on! Get your feet together. Chin up! Chest forward! Stomach in! Buttocks
out!” she said chucking in between tapping on my body with her cane as she
mentioned each part.
“Okay! Now let’s do the cat’s-walk. Put this foot forward,
And now the next. Come-on! Step in one line. Follow this tile groove. I’ll cane
you each time you step out of it” Aunt Hillary commanded, and she did actually
hit me on the calves each time I stepped wrong.
It hurt a great deal but I enjoyed it as much. Soon I tried hard to
forget the pain and concentrate in maintaining my balance. I got so excited
that I felt I was actually a model doing a cat’s walk.
“There you go my little girly-boy. Now you are much
better. Is it enough for the day or you want to continue walking in those
high-heels a little more?” Aunt Hillary asked laughing a little while later.
“That would be enough if you wish Queen Mother” I
almost pleaded.
“Fed-up already? I thought you loved High-heeled
sandals. Hah, hah ha” she gave a big laughter. “That’s okay my slut, now that
you know the difficultly ladies go through wearing them, you’d be able to
relieve their pain whenever you get the chance. Wouldn’t you slutty slave of
mine?” Aunt Hillary asked lifting my chin up with the cane.
“Yes, My Queen mother” I replied.
“Good! You may now get rid of those sandals and come
worship my feet. I need a very soothing massage on my feet today as these
four-inch heels are killing me” she said sitting on the living room sofa. I
took off the sandals I wore and sat cross-legged on the floor carpet in front
of her. Aunt Hillary stretched her legs forward and placed her Left foot on my
Right thigh and placed her Right foot on my chest.
“What do you think of my new sandals you foot-crazy
slut of mine?” she asked rather seductively but also with authority. “Come-on,
show me how much you like them” she stamped her Right foot on my chest. I took
her Right foot in my hands and started to place soft kisses on her Red stiletto
sandals. I first started to kiss the shiny Red strap of her sandal raising her
foot up to my mouth. I also kissed the plastic out-sole of her sandal. In the
meantime Aunt Hillary lifted her Left foot and placed the outsole of her sandal
just above my Right nipple. Then she paddled her foot pricked my nipple with
the spiky heel-cap of her sandal. It
gave me a sudden shocking pain that I lost grip of her foot that I was kissing.
She took the opportunity and placed the spiky
top-piece of her Right sandal on my other nipple and started to prick my
nipples with her heel-caps alternatively. This gave me immense pain but Aunt
Hillary seemed to be enjoying herself. She was stoking over her pantie with her
Right hand while squeezing her boobs with her Left hand. She was morning with
pleasure and licking her lips while seductively looking down on me as I was
wriggling in pain.
Then she lifted her Right foot seductively and
placed the outsole of her sandal in between my eyes. The top-piece of her heel
forced opened my lips and the cone-shaped smooth heel breast of her stiletto
sandal slid in to my mouth effortlessly. Laughingly Aunt Hillary started to
paddle her foot pushing & pulling the heel of her sandal in and out of my
mouth.
“Ooops baby! That’s it my slut. Suck Mama’s smooth
red heel shaft. Think of it as a small little cock. You’ve never sucked a cock
haven’t you? This would be a good training. Just tighten your lips around the
shaft and suck it in. Mama Loves to see you sucking her little foot-dick” she
cried-out in pleasure as she rhythmically fucked me in the mouth with her
glistering Red cone shaped four-inch stiletto heel.
In a few minutes Aunt Hillary climaxed with a loud
scream. She spread her legs and pushed
me back with her feet as she came. I fell back resting my torso supported by my
elbows and lay on the floor in front of her with my legs wide-spread. Once
recovered from her climax she placed her feet on my thighs and looked at my
erect penis with a cunning smile. In a flash she grabbed my erect penis in a
vice-like grip with her out-soles of her sandals and started jerking it. My
penis was painfully sandwiched between the plastic soles of her stilettos, but
I loved the sensation of it. Soon I ejaculated a load of cum in between her sandal’s
out-soles. Aunt Hillary placed her Left foot on my thigh with the sandal’s
out-sole sticky with cum, while raising her Right foot towards my face.
“Now look at what you have done you little rascal!
You have ruined my new pair of stilettos. I think it’s only fair that you
lick-clean my shoes as a punishment for the mess you have created. Come on,
start licking” she commanded in a rather stern voice but with laughter.
“Yes, my Queen-mother” I obediently started to lick
my own cum off Aunt Hillary’s stilettos. She watched me lick-clean both her
sandals in amusement.
“Well my little slave boy, now I think we should get
a bit cleaned-up. My pussy is sticky and needs a bit of servicing. Then you can
help me get a shower and get yourself cleaned-up as well. The final part of
your birthday gift is a special cake I made for you. We can have the cake after
having a shower” Aunt Hillary said in a loving tone sliding down on to my lap
and kissing me with a tight hug. Then she stood-up and headed towards her room
motioning me to follow her.
Aunt Hillary got rid of her stilettos and put-on a
pair of bathroom slippers as she entered the room. She got rid of her bikini
and got totally necked before entering the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she
stood laying against the wall placing her raised Right foot on the rim of the
tub and made me kneel between her wide spread legs. I licked her pussy clean
running my tongue from bottom to top. She climaxed once more pouring her juices
in to my mouth and all over my face.
Then we moved into the shower cubicle and showered
together- kissing, caressing, licking and hugging each other’s bodies tightly
under the smooth flow of warm water. After the shower we got into two
bath-robes and returned to the pool deck. Aunt Hillary instructed me to lay the
Rexene mattress on the floor while she returned back to the dining room.
Aunt Hillary returned with my birthday cake in hand.
The cake was a ‘foot-shaped’ one, with a mixture of royal and butter icing on
it. She placed the cake on the mattress.
“I made a foot-shaped birthday cake for you. But I
guess it just can’t be just any foot. It should be my foot! So let me stamp it
for you” saying Aunt Hillary place her bare Right foot on the cake and made an
imprint of her foot sole on the icing layer.
“Lie down on the mat and taste your cake” she said
raising her icing coated foot. I lay under her foot and licked the icing off itt.
Then she sat on the mat and gave me the knife to cut the cake. She sang ‘Happy
Birthday’ while I cut the cake. I fed her a piece of cake. She hugged me
lovingly and wished me for a bright future. “Thank you my Queen mother” I
whispered.
“Oh! I hereby end your slavery. You’re now a free
man again and could call me ‘Aunty’ as before” she said smilingly with tears of
joy dropping along her cheeks.
“Thanks Queen-mother” I replied mockingly.
“So? Did you like your birthday gift? Hope I was a
good mistress and not so hard on you?” Aunt Hillary asked me as we were sipping
our cups of Tea.
“Honestly aunty I felt a bit scared when you started
to cane me. It did hurt a bit. No regrets though. I enjoyed every minute of it.
Thank you aunty; my mistress Queen-mother” I said giving her a warm hug and a
soft kiss on her ear-lobe.
“I realized I would never properly enter the role of
being the ‘mistress of you’ while sober. So I decided to have a glass of
Brandy. I guess the brandy took over me a bit more than I expected. Sorry darling. Hope I didn’t treat you too
bad.” Aunt Hillary said apologetically.
“No complaints at all Aunty. I loved it. It was just
as I had fantasized it would be. I think we should continue it more often” I
said enthusiastically.
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