Today, is a very special day for me
since I am going out shopping with my Mistress. Her name
is Liz and I told you a bit about her in another story
(see
). I am
wearing my new grey flowered skirt with a plain matching
blouse. My undergarments are all white, except for my
very constricting corset which is black. As agreed, my
panties have been left in their drawer. My feet are
hurting so much since I cannot get accustomed to walk
with these towering red patent six inches heel shoes
that I have been wearing for the last hour. I cannot
even take them off to take a rest since leather straps are locked
with padlocks around my feet and only my Mistress has the key. She
promised to allow me to change my shoes
but only by the end of the afternoon,
immediately before our entrance in a
designated shoe store.
We are Thursday
afternoon and the stores are open late
tonight. We have planned to take the
whole day off and, in about forty-five
minutes, I am expected to pick her up at
her place.
A Run In My
Stockings
A moment ago, an unfortunate
accident occurred to me. As I was trying
to fix my light auburn wig in place, due to the height
of my heels, I tried to give a rest to my legs by
standing too close to the washroom cabinet and a run
started on my white stockings. Because of the locks on
my shoes, I cannot put on new ones, so all I can do is
to slip an
extra pair in my purse and I am trying to stop the run
with some clear nail polish. A chance that my skirt is
long enough to hide that run as it is going
upward.
I am so exited that
I did not notice the clock going faster
than expected. I will be late, and this
will earn me a hard time with my
Mistress. Anyway, I have to go for an
experience, I suspect, I will never
forget.
It is almost 2:30 in the afternoon
already, and I am parking my car in the parking lot of
a suburban shopping center. Before our departure, my
Mistress had me parade in the lobby of her building,
for ten long minutes. A chance that there were not too
many people going by at this time of the day. Finally,
she allowed a change of stockings but I had to put back
again my red patent shoes on before she re-fastened the
tiny padlocks on the leather straps which forbid me to
take off my high heels.
My Feet Hurt
Standing on my feet,
the pain is so excruciating. These shoes
are definitely not made for walking.
In the mall, we go
from store to store, taking a glance at
the clothes racks and the numerous shoe
stores. From time to time, a mirror
reflects back the image of a woman, well
over six feet tall (thanks to the six
inches heels) with more sex-appeal than I
would have expected. During
the whole trip at the shopping center, even with my
difficulties to walk properly, the padlocks on my feet and the height
of my heels, nothing memorable happen. Evidently,
I cannot go on unnoticed and I have to
admit that it gives me a wonderful thrill
which almost compensate for the pain on
my feet.
It is almost four
o'clock in the afternoon now and we
are about to leave for the shoe store my
Mistress had planned to visit. Since our
arrival at the shopping center,
everytime, I suggested to sit down for a
coffee, she declined, pretending
that we have no time for a rest since I
was so late when I picked her up.
And, all my supplications were
useless.
We are now parking
the car in front of a huge shoe store,
located in the northern part of the
city. It looks like a warehouse but you
should see the incredible variety of
shoes and boots on display.
My Mistress
Removes The Padlocks
My Mistress removes
the padlocks from the leather straps over my
shoes but she does not allow me to change
for shoes with lower heels, pretending that I
did not act as an obedient girl during
the afternoon. When we make our entrance
in the store, the only people in sight
are men who are probably sales clerks.
I sit down on the
first chair available to take a rest but
it does not last long since my Mistress
gives me the kind of look which only her
can give and I am immediately back on my
feet to start to go through the aisles
with her.
Following our
arrival, a clerk is following us. He is
about thirty years old and good looking.
He must be more than six feet tall
because we are about the same height.
After twenty minutes
of that game, my Mistress picks up a
beautiful pair of pink sandals, full of
straps, and ask the clerk for a size ten.
When he starts to argue that a size ten
is too large for her, she makes the point
that the shoes are for me.
He goes through the
pile of boxes, picks the pink sandals and
offer me a chair. He starts to take off
my heels, compliments me on my taste for
shoes and takes my left foot in his hands
to fit the shoe he just brought. What a
wonderful feeling to have a man at your
feet.
After a few more
compliments on how the shoe looks on my
foot, he starts to fit the other one but
not before his hand reaches higher on my
leg.
Observing that the
temperature is very warm in the store, he
offers me to take my jacket off before
taking a look at the shoes in the mirror.
I accept immediately.
The Clerk Knew
From The Start
During this whole episode with the
sales clerk, my Mistress is
pretending to glance at the shoes in the
other aisles but I know she is not
missing anything of what goes on.
The sandals I am
trying on now are very beautiful. They
look very feminine. The straps are so
thin. The heels are so slims but they
seem to be higher than five inches
although, after having worn heels six
inches high during the whole afternoon,
they feel very comfortable. As I wonder
if I should buy them, my Mistress comes
back with another pair of shoes that she
would like to see on my feet. As the
clerk is starting to move towards the
racks to pick up the new pair of shoes,
she advises that she will have to leave
for a few minutes to buy some cigarettes
in the store across the street.
A moment later, the
clerk comes back and he starts to massage
my legs before any attemp to remove
the shoes I have on. I am a bit
surprised and frightened because, at this
very moment, we are the only persons
alive in this part of the store.
The massage feels
good and I start to be turned on as
his hand reaches higher on my thigh and
very close to my sex. I do not know how
to react even if he keeps smiling at me,
not a bit surprise by what he has found.
Then, he holds my hand saying:
"I knew from
the moment you came in who you are and I
am delighted. You are not the first one
like you to come in and try on shoes.
Would you give me your phone number so
that I could call you back and try to
meet somewhere?"
"I cannot give
you my phone number but it would
be wonderful if I could see you again"
I replied.
My Mistress Had
Planned Everything
At this very
moment, my Mistress re-enters the
store. I am so exited that I do not know
what to do. As I regain my composure, I
see her smiling and, as soon as she is
close enough, she asks me:
"Did you
have a good time? How do you like the shoes I picked up
for you?".
By the expression on her face, I
know that she is aware of what is going on and that I do
not have to answer her questions. So, I turn to the
clerk and ask for the price of the first pair of shoes I
have tried on. As they are pretty expensive, I reply that I
will think about it.
Before we turn
around to go out, he gives us his most
beautiful smile and I give him back the
most promising smile I am capable of.
On the way back to
my Mistress' place, I have to tell her
everything that happened during the time
she went away to pick up her pack of
cigarettes. At first, when she starts to
ask her questions, I feel frightened but,
as soon as I find out that she is
enjoying herself with what I am telling
her, I start to enjoy myself too.
I am now trying to remember every details of this
incredible journey I have lived today. My
feet are terribly hurting but it is a
delicious pain. I fantasize about what
could happen to me next. One thing that I
know is that I will be back in that shoe
store again soon.
