The Secret

by Monique

During my college days I shared a 3 bedroom apartment
with two girlfriends . There was always a party
going on especially on weekends.
One night, during one of these parties, I had decided
to make other plans and was not at the apartment
for this party. I had attended dinner with some
friends and got back to the apartment late that night.
The party had pretty much ended early and my girlfriends
and their mates settled in for the night in their
respective bedrooms. The surprise, however, was
an extra male, who was somewhat unlucky, and ended up
alone. He, being with the other two fellows had no
ride and no place to stay, so the living room sofa
was his bed for the night.

They must have had plenty to drink and did not hear
me enter the apartment. As I walked into my bedroom
to my surprise there he was kneeling in my closet with
one of my old clogs pressed to his nose.
These particular clogs were leather with a one inch
platform cork sole and backless. Being very comfortable
and very stylish, at the time,
I wore them often. Given the layout of my bedroom,
I observed for what must have been 5 minutes while he
was inhaling from the shoes, practically laying in my
closet now.He laid face down with both shoes now
pressed firmly against his face and rubbed vigorously
on the carpeted floor.His breathing was very deep and
heavy, then suddenly he relaxed but continued to lay there,
face down using my old clogs as some sort of pillow.

Suddenly, to his astonishment, I said something sarcastic
like, was it good ? He rolled over to see me standing
over him as he laid at my clogs. He realized I must have
observed his fling with my shoes and was
speechless as his face was beginning to turn beet red.
He was also trying to hide an obvious wet spot
between his legs.

My first impulse was one of anger as I immediately
berated him for violating my personal belongings.
He definitely had too much to drink and began to cry.
Now on his knees he crawled to me and pleaded with me
not to tell his friends about what
I had observed. Having taken numerous psychoanalytical
courses in college dealing with sexual deviance and
sexual fetishism, I found the subject very interesting.
I decided to have some fun with him as he
seemed so innocent and was kind of cute.

I was wearing a pair of thong sandals and noticed his
continual staring at them and my painted toenails
as he continued rambling on apologetically about the
embarrassment he would have to endure as a result of
this event. Now standing directly over him, his tears
were falling on my feet. I pointed this out and
requested that he wipe them off which he eagerly did
using his shirt tail. His pleading, now more desperately
as he tried to kiss my feet, telling me he would do
anything to keep this event a secret.

. As I pushed him away with my foot, I told him I understood
his desire to do what he had done and would not say
anything to anyone as long as he would comply with my
wishes. He now relaxed a little and began to
regain his composure. I had him go to the kitchen and
bring me a glass of wine as I surveyed my closet.

He had taken numerous pairs of shoes out of boxes
and removed others that where stacked neatly on the
shelves and scattered them about the floor. He
definitely liked well worn shoes , the clogs, as
his mate for the evening, as all the other were no
match in wear and abuse compared to those leather clogs.
Other than the clogs the leather thongs I was wearing
were probably my next most well worn pair. This
interested me, since I later did a dissertation on the
subject of the make up and specifics of a sexual fetish.

Upon returning, I had him box up and replace all the
shoes he had taken out. Still nervous at being caught,
he tried to explain his actions were alcohol related.
I again assured him our secret would not be
disclosed. The conditions: he would participate in a
fetish experimentinvolving female footwear as it was
obvious he had a particular interest in the most worn
selections from my collection.

To be continued
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