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Shoe Store Submission
by Mistress Twilight

Carol was by her very nature a dominant woman. She knew what she wanted from men and she always knew how to get it.

Thursday evening she went shopping at her favorite shoe store downtown. A sale was going on and the store was crowded with shoppers.

Carol soon spotted a pair of high heels that interested her. All the clerks were busy so she found an empty seat to try them on herself. Sitting down she noticed a man walking towards her down a nearby aisle.

As she tried on the heels she could sense this man’s eyes upon her. Instinctively she pointed her toes while glancing up to meet his eyes. As suspected he was staring at her feet and licking his lips.

He must have felt her looking at him because he quickly looked away. His cheeks flushed deeply and he started to turn away.

Carol coughed softly and he turned back around. With a crook of her finger, she motioned for him to come over. Like a puppy he came and sat down besides her, looking at her for another command.

She took his chin in her hand and directed his gaze towards her feet. Purring into his ear she whispered, “These heels don’t suit me.” She held out her right foot expectedly.

He looked back at her, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. Carol told him what he longed to hear, “Take these heels off and bring me back a pair that are higher and that have ankle straps.”

The man’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yes ma’am.” He delicately took one foot in his hands and removed the shoe. For a moment he held her stocking coated foot lovingly. He licked his lips and looked up at her, begging permission with his eyes.

Carol knew he would suck her stockinged toes right in the store, in front of all the customers and employees if she commanded. While she would enjoy making him perform in public, she wanted to toy with him first.

She removed her toes from his hand and replaced it with the other heel covered foot. “Tell me your name.”

“Richard.” He dutifully took the other shoe off, placing it in the box next to its mate while simultaneously holding her foot with his other hand.

“I prefer to call you slave.” She slid her foot out of his hand and brushed her stockinged toes across his mouth. His lips parted and he closed his eyes.

Carol sat up and sat her feet on the floor next to his knees. “The ankle straps-” she reminded him.

Richard bit his lips in an attempt to stifle his moan. He obediently nodded his head. “Yes ma’am, right away.” He stood up and walked down the aisle he had come, taking the unwanted heels with him.

Carol smiled as she watched him shopping. He was carefully studying all the heels in her size, trying to find the perfect pair, the ones that would please her most.

Selecting a box he returned to his spot in front of her, sinking down on his knees again. She held out her foot and he lovingly held it in his hands, sighing with pleasure.

Carol placed her other foot between his legs and was pleased to feel the hardness of his cock. He closed his eyes and moaned again, louder this time.

“Put them on me.” Carol snapped out her order and Richard’s eyes snapped opened. He picked up the right heel and carefully slid it on. He tenderly buckled the ankle strap and set her foot down. She could see his hands trembling as he removed her foot from his crotch. He put the second heel on, again treating her as tenderly as possible.

Carol removed this heeled foot from his hands and stood up slowly. Richard was transfixed on the floor, whimpering softly.

She looked down at her new toy. “I think I’ll just try these out. You can stay right where you are.” She turned and walked away from him, deliberating walking slowly, knowing very well Richard would be watching her every move.

When she returned to her chair he was in the same spot. He hadn’t moved from the floor.

Wordlessly she slid back into her chair. She held out one foot. This time she didn’t need to command him. He obediently took off these shoes and put her original heels back on.

She stood up as if to go. Again she cupped his chin in her hand. She smiled at him and whispered, “You’ve pleased me tonight.”

Then she reached into her purse and handed him her card. “If you would like to please me again, you will bring those heels (her eyes drifted to the pair she had just tried on, now sitting in their box besides Richard’s leg) to the address on the card next Thursday evening. I will toy with you at 7. Leaning down she whispered in his ear once more. “You’d like to be my slave wouldn’t you?”

Richard moaned out a yes and Carol chuckled to herself. Leaving him like that, kneeling on the floor of the store, she turned and left. She knew he would be worshiping her in those heels the following week.