The Magic Shoes

She came in from her mid-morning jog with sweat on her brow. The bandana did more to keep hair from flying than perspiration from running, but her body was awake, alive, throbbing with anticipation. She had just enough time to get ready. Everything was so new. She was still unpacking.

Her hands put soap where he would soon be, all over her breasts, neck and body. Her thoughts, the warm water and her own hands were enough to bring the bloom of her labia into full flower. She could barely breathe...

She slipped into her new "teddy," it would cinch her waist a little, push up her breasts and hang her stockings. "No panties," she chuckled. Then she slipped into the nylons, wiggling her feet to get fully into them, hitching them carefully. She stood and all seemed to be in place so she went to the closet for her new shoes.

"They'll drive him nuts." She giggled as she lifted the green tissue covering the pumps. Tall, elegant, black ostrich leather with mahogany interiors they were works of art with five inch "hour glass" spike heels. She lifted them from the box only to find a small booklet of instructions.

"Do they think I'm 16?" she asked aloud.

She put the box, and booklet, aside, placed the shoes on a dressing table in front of her. The virtually vertical soles made her grimace, "Oh God! How will I ever walk in these?" She took one pump in hand to examine the holes where ostrich feathers had been. She slipped into the right pump, surprised by the soft, cushioned interiors, but there were odd pads and features in the toe section, then the left. The pads seemed to envelop her toes as wiggled them. She inhaled deeply as she stood and stepped into her 17 inch skirt, then pulled the light cashmere sweater over her head. Now all she needed to do was apply a little makeup, do her eyes, dab some perfume and she would be ready.

In a few minutes she was pleased with the result and applied perfume to her wrists, neck and cleavage. She strutted down the hall, her vision jiggled when her toes slapped the tiles, but the shoes felt amazingly comfortable. Each tile rang with delight as she stepped on it. She looked down to see her left heel, turning it out. It was so tall and artful in its' curves as it rose in her stride. With the light tan soles she would make a spectacular "quite," or "going away" scene. The telephone rang.

"Brenda?" the friendly voice rang, "I cannot wait to tell you..." The caller went on to relate her great discovery of "tickler" condoms and herb oil vaginal suppositories. "The Jasmine just makes you glow and the condoms! You have to feel it!" she exclaimed. "Where do you get them?" "At Longs." she replied, "Can you believe it? They're right in front of the pharmacy counter on an end-cap display next to the." "I don't have time. He'll be here any minute." "Get him to take you there. You can do it in five minutes. It'll be fun to be out looking sexy, knowing your going to be doing it in a few minutes." "OK," she said, putting the phone cautiously, with some doubt, but a lot of excitement.

Here she was dressed in her bedroom shoes, all together, but she could go and change to some walking shoes so she strutted to the bedroom, sat on the bed and started to remove her right shoe, but it would not come off her foot!

"Something is wrong." She said nervously and tried to remove her left pump, but it too was not to be taken off. Then, she remembered the little book of instructions, grabbed it and started reading.

"Congratulations on having purchased the new and magical Comfort Pumps(tm)" with Super Silicone(tm) technology. You may have noticed the special pads in the toe boxes. They are made of a new age material that matches your feet perfectly, encasing each toe so completely that it works with your foot unlike the ordinary high heeled shoe that puts all the pressure on your big toe. This is major source of discomfort in wearing high heels."

No answer there, so she read on...

"When the shoes are matched to your feet you will not be able to remove them until you have had a paddle spanking or a sexual orgasm. This causes blood to move from your feet to your butt or vagina and releases the shoes."

In an instant she was furious and looked for a number to call, but on standing she had to admit these were really comfortable high heels! She could wear these heels out! She had wondered how men would react seeing her this way. She felt so sexy. She went to the door, opened it and outside to walk on the patio. "They feel great." she said in self reassurance. "I'll do it." She walked down the steps to the parking lot, gripping the hand rail all the way. His car was coming.

"Spectacular!" he yelled out the window. "Why are you out here?" "We have to go to Longs for a minute." The door popped open and she lowered her butt into the seat carefully, put her feet together and pulled them into the car. "I need something." she smiled to him, and putting her hand on his crotch, "It's for us...."

"Fantastic." he said, gesturing to her legs. "Me, or the shoes, creep." She teased. "You," he frowned slightly, "they really set you off." The car began to roll.

"Couldn't we just..." he asked testily.

"It's for you, Dear." she interrupted, adding, "Let me make it surprise."

"I don't like surprises..."

"This one is different."

"Really?"

"Yes." She announced with considerable confidence.

He was silent and concentrated on the road.

"Gloria told me about it."

"Oh God." he exclaimed, "What the Hell does she know about sex?"

"Be nice. Let's have fun. We're not going to have a Miss Poindexter moment this afternoon, are we?"

"No, no." and he gave her quick glance, drinking in her legs as she kept her feet together on the firewall footrest. She was nothing but legs sitting in the low car seat with the short skirt.

They pulled into the parking lot and after a few circles of the parking lot it was clear there were no spaces close to the store.

"Leave me here and park the car. I don't know how far I can walk on these heels." she ordered, and he stopped, got out to help her and she stood.

"I'll wait."

"Don't talk to any strangers."

He disappeared into the parking lot finding a place on the other side. She was comfortable standing, but seemed to be attracting a lot of attention from men in cars and those walking by. She felt like a spectacle with men staring at her as she stood there.

Suddenly an elderly man, who had been sitting on the rim of a concrete planter yelled, "Oh God, I'm coming!" and dropped to the sidewalk. Cell phones popped from everywhere and soon sirens could be heard as a crowd gathered to look at the man lying on his back with "tent pole" in his crotch.

A police squad car pulled up and stopped at a rakish angle as the rescue squad arrived. Two young police officers emerged and asked questions of a second elderly gentleman who had been sitting by the fallen man.

"He was just looking at her," he pointed to Gloria, "and said "My God I'm coming!" and he died." The white uniformed medic confirmed that the man was dead.

"Amazing, he looks like he's smiling."

The two officers came to Brenda.

"Could we see some identification, Ma'am?"

"I have none. I'm here with my husband."

"Oh, and where is he?"

"Parking the car."

"Do you live here, ma'am?"

"I'm new in town."

"And, your address." Her mind was blank. She had never felt intimidated by police officers before, but these were rather intense.

"I had nothing to do with that." she said, gesturing to man under the sheet.

"I think you'd better come with us, ma'am." The one on her left said as he grabbed her wrist and put a handcuff on it. In a moment they had her right wrist in the mate and for the first time in her life she felt cold steel manacles close around her wrists. There she was in a very short skirt, tight sweater with erect tits perched on five inch heels in handcuffs as a suspect in what? Literally being "drop-dead" beautiful?

"You can't do this to me!" she exclaimed. "I'm a citizen. I have rights. I'm a Ph.D!"

"Yes," one officer said, "until we know who you are, you are a suspect."

"Officers?" George yelled as he ran up to the group. "What is going on here? That's my wife!"

"Oh really, and who are you?" said one man in blue as he put his hand on his gun.

George's documents settled the issue and finally the handcuffs came off as numbers of passers-by casually stared. She threw her arms around him and they embraced as the officers apologized.

"Sir, we were only doing our duty."

"Your wife was attracting a lot of attention and we thought... Uh, that is we wanted to know if she were from around here."

"OK," he said, "I understand. That will be all gentlemen."

"Well," she said, in a fret, "that isn't all by me!"

"Now, now..." he commanded, "They were just doing at their duty."

"I felt like such a spectacle."

"You're very sexy."

"Is that a crime?"

"No. You should be flattered."

"I'm not. And, I want to go home." She said with tears in her eyes. "I feel terrible, that poor man died."

"Sounds like he died happy." and he held her. "Never let anything stupid throw you. Just carry on. One day we'll laugh about the time you got handcuffed for being too good looking. We came here for something. Right?"

"Oh yes." she said, gathering herself inhaling deeply and gathering strength. "I nearly forgot." she rose smartly, turned on her toes and strutted into the drug store.

The pharmacy was in the back of the store so she strutted through the aisles, catching male glances with nearly every "clop-slap" of her noisy pumps. She drank it like nectar all the way. She breathed more deeply and her strut announced her presence. She arrived at the end of the aisle in front of the pharmacy counter in a great clatter and flourish. There it was! The largest display of condoms she had ever seen. "So many brands." She said aloud, but she was looking for Sheik Ticklers and her hand thrust out as she found them, but they came in three sizes!

"What size are you?"

"You want me to wear one of those?" he wailed, adding, "Only Gloria could get an idea like this. I'll bet that dolt she's married to wears one on his tongue."

"Stick out your tongue and let me size it."

"Oh Christ, take medium. You should know how the fuck big it is!" he growled.

"Please." she exclaimed, "Is Miss Poindexter going to take you to the bedroom today?"

"No." he said quickly as she fingered the large condom package. It was big enough for a small donut.

"You'll love it or you can take it off."

"OK."

"Now I need one more thing..." and she turned to the counter and asked the clerk. "Do you have VagiForms(tm) in Jasmine?"

"Yes we have to keep them in the refrigerator. They melt out here on a warm day. One bottle?"

"Yes."

"What the Hell is that?"

"Vaginal suppositories with natural aromatic oils." She said turning to him and pulling close to cover her grab of his genitalia.

"Mmmm, hard are we?"

"Yes, you sexy critter." An he stepped away, wandering off to see what there was of interest.

The clerk returned with the bottle and an insulated bag.

"I'll ring these up ma'am, but be sure to keep them in the refrigerator or they'll melt.

"Is that a ladies room over there?" she said pointing to the hallway at the end of the counter.

"Yes, ma'am, but..." the clerk failed to finish his sentence as she disappeared into the facility.

"I hope... Well, never mind..." the clerk continued mysteriously.

In a few minutes she emerged with a big smile and a fluid gait saying, "Let's go."

"Look what I found." he announced.

"Handcuffs?" she asked, looking at the card with the manacles displayed in a bubble pack.

"Apparently they're popular as kids toys, but they look real."

"Well I never..." she began, but then paused and said, "Buy them."

"Really?"

"Yes."

They walked to the check-out counter and she announced, "I'm feeling rather warm." she said as she held his hand and moved around, virtually dancing. "I think I'll step outside."

"Don't get arrested." he offered and she threw him a quick smile over her shoulder executing a strutting exit that called every male eye within earshot of her spectacular heels.

The checkout clerk seemed to take forever as she fumbled with money, making change and dumping odd items into plastic sacks. In a moment he was outside where she stood, again attracting attention.

"Do you want to wait here while I get the car?" She took his hand and said, "No, I can make it. You wouldn't believe how good these shoes feel." And she kissed him and pressing her breasts to him.

"I want you now." She said feverishly. "I can't wait."

"Jesus," he exclaimed, "what's happening?"

"I put one of those suppositories in at the drug store."

"Did you read the directions?"

"I'm going to."

"Oh shit."

"Well," she exclaimed, "it isn't as if I intended not to. Do you understand?" and then added, "Fuck me now!"

"Here in the parking lot?"

"Yes."

"We'll go to jail." He said as they arrived at the car where it was sheltered under a large tree and parked next to a tall truck.

"Then put me in handcuffs, officer." she teasing him by putting her wrists behind her. In an instant he had the manacles out of the bubble pack and on her wrists. "Yes!" she exclaimed. He helped her into the car. She turned trying to find a comfortable position as he started the car and backed out of the space.

"Hurry." She instructed, "I'm getting hot from the suppository. It's w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l!" she exclaimed and shuddered visibly.

He drove quickly, but not recklessly and they approached the house, he touched the garage door opener and in a moment they were in.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "thank God. Take me to the bedroom, officer." she said, still in character.

He helped her out of the car and she wobbled on her five inch heels, blushing between her ample breasts as the garage door went down.

"Do me here." She ordered. "You've never screwed me over a car hood." So he bent her over the warm hood, lifted her skirt, dropped his pants and went in search of her genital orifice with his penis. They met in the dark. He slipped into her and she moaned, relieved to have the confirmation of his excitement over her presence and aura in this most auspicious place.

He made three strokes and she announced, "Stop. I want the tickler, let's go upstairs." So he pulled out with a sound like pulling a cork from wine bottle and she felt like the first Merlot of the season, fresh, vibrant and frothy.

She wobbled into the house, through the kitchen where the maid was chopping vegetables, but only said, "Buenas," having seen many such bizarre scenes in this house before. They continued through the tiled halls and into the bedroom to close and lock the large Mexican carved door sounding with all the authority of a castle in Spain.

Still in handcuffs she announced, "I've been bad. I want the paddle. I want to feel the power of it."

"The punishment paddle?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes." she said with conviction.

"That poor man." she said, looking away.

"He died happy."

"Well," she countered I look like a hooker."

"But you haven't been paid."

"Pay me." She ordered, "One hundred dollars."

He reached into his cash stash in the socks drawer and pulled out a $100 bill.

"Put it there." she ordered gesturing to her breast with her chin and eyes. He complied

"Now do your duty, officer." She instructed as she assumed the position of one about to receive corporal punishment.

He retired to the closet where they kept costumes for sex play and on the back wall addressed the two paddles, "Love" and "Poindexter" with it's 15 holes in half-inch white pine stained red-brown and shellacked to a high luster. He took the Poindexter in hand and returned to the scene.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," she affirmed, "I want to feel it, but do me with the "tickler" afterwards."

"OK." He lifted her skirt, grabbed the links between her handcuffs, forced her lower, touched the board to her butt, she moaned in anticipation, he swung back, returned and "Splat!" the paddle landed on her buttocks perfectly.

"Aah-Oooh" she yelled and tears burst from her eyes as she felt the most overwhelming feeling of raw power inflicted on her in her entire life, but by someone she respected and trusted. An act of judgment, it would go no farther than that, but it illuminated her, expanding her sexuality and heightening her sense of the moment. The stinging was punctuated with donut images where the holes had been.

He rolled the featured and accessorized condom onto his throbbing penis. Her butt was blushing with a dozen welts where the holes had been, "rings of fire" as they were known by Poindexter "spankees."

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him greeting her vagina with the enhanced phallus he now had, pushing it into her with vigor.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as something not from her husband entered her most private of territories, but she enveloped it knowing it was him "incognito," as it were.

Soon the features, ribs and ticklers were working on her interior while her senses tried to resolve the stinging and throbbing of her butt. She had no idea of the power of that paddle! It was something to behold, a hand of God. Ten swats with it would give her a near death experience, but a rebirth as a better behaved, and more secure, person. One swat was a warning and an excitement. That was enough for her today as she mused over every tickling, titillating triumph.

The features designed into the condom were awaking her vagina to something new and invigorating. It was bigger, but ribs and projections made it feel like a thousand little fingers were tickling her from the inside. She lifted her heels in delight as he continued to thrust. The combination of sting and tickling cause her to laugh and giggle as he became more serious about pushing her over the top.

It felt like he was a mile long and big as a kosher pickle, warts and all! "Oh God!" she moaned as the first orgasm swept through her and her gaze landed on the paddle, now lying on the bed, in front of her. He continued to thrust, but she became concerned that he couldn't feel anything from within the "boot" and she came again, "Oh God!" Now she wanted him to come with her, but he continued to play "energizer bunny" and she was so wet from the suppository "slurping" sounds could be heard. All she could think was "What a fuck. What a fuck!"

She hated to ask him to stop as she was enjoying it so much, but after her third orgasm of earthquake proportions she said, "Stop honey. You have to feel this."

"What?"

"Just pull out and take it off, but save it for later." he did and she stood. "Take me out of these."

"The key is in the car."

"Go get it." He pulled up his pants and left the room.

While she stood there, gloriously fucked and feeling wonderful, even on five inch spikes, she gazed at the paddle and wondered, "How much of the experience was it?" She decided to give him the whole trip.

"Here it is." he announced on returning and she turned to present her wrists to him. In a moment the handcuffs were off.

"You're limp!" she exclaimed.

"It'll just take a minute. Take off your skirt and walk around. You know me."

"Right." She dropped the skirt, pulled off her sweater and strutted toward the closet, then back to the bed. He seemed to be coming to life as she bent over to pick up the handcuffs.

"Honey," she said with some caution. "I want you to experience this."

"Handcuffs?"

"Yes."

"OK." He turned around and in a moment she had him manacled.

"Now bend over, Buster!" she announced as she took the Poindexter paddle in hand.

"I didn't do anything!" he wailed.

"No," she agreed, "but you will. This will help you. Now bend over."

She took position, grabbed the links between the manacles, touched the paddle to his cheeks for aim, took the backswing and "Splat!" it landed with amazing force and George's eyes widened, tears gushed from them and he moaned.

"Now, moma is going to make you feel good all over." She said as she unlocked the handcuffs, turned him to her and took his erect penis in hand. She backed to the bed, sat down, inched back, pulling him to her. He was on his knees in their temple of love, ready to pray with a stinging butt and a throbbing dick.

"Come to me." she ordered sweetly.

Soon he was at the entrance and she let him tickle her flower. The entrance was alive from the Jasmine oil and fresh orgasms. Her natural fluids were flowing, slick and warm. He entered gently and once sure of his aim, drove into her in a way that was surprising, but welcome.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. The oil permeated his penis and he felt warm all over. His butt was throbbing and stinging from the hard swat, but it only made him more excited. Soon he was thrusting in earnest.

"Oh," she moaned as she arched her back and had yet another orgasm. He continued to thrust and she raised her feet to the ceiling to see what she now regarded as "magic" shoes. They were incredible, and "I can take them off!" she thought, but she didn't want to so she wrapped her legs around him and gripped as if she would never let go as he continued. This was the best screwing she had ever had and she wanted it to never end, but it must.

"Honey?" she asked, "Can you come now?" he said nothing, but continued humping.

"Please?"

"Oh God," he exclaimed as he complied and she could feel him squirting inside her and she pulled him even closer to take it all and the moment caused her to come again, "Oh.... Oh..." she moaned as she tingled from head to toe.

He made a dozen more thrusts, but soon stopped, kissed her on the neck, cheeks and mouth.

"How's your butt?" she asked.

"I'm back in fourth grade." he laughed as he pulled out gently and rolled off to stretch out on the bed.

"I'll let you take a nap." she said as she got up, wobbled a little on her stilettos, strutted to the closet with the Poindexter in hand to put it back on its' peg with the Love and Hand of God models. They were works of art in wood, hand-carved, stained and varnished. She quivered just to look at them. They were so exciting.

She pulled her white terry cloth robe from the hanger, slipped into it and walked through the bedroom, stopping to kiss him gently as he slept. She was simply invigorated, "pumped up," as it were and totally alive, a vestige of antiquity when women had the responsibility to guard the nest from intruders as their men slept, but call on them in an instant to do battle. She walked out of the bedroom, closed the door carefully and strutted down the hall feeling like the Queen of the Realm, fresh fucked and full.

She sat in the living room, looked out over the lake for a moment and then took the telephone in hand, dialing and then...

"Gloria?"