Yes…

You will just have to trust me, I said…. “Are you willing do as I say?”

“Yes,” he answered meekly and sounding so pathetic…

We walked in silence, with him almost walking at arms length behind me. Finally I couldn’t resist asking him… “What have you got in that bag?”

I turned and looked at him and under the light of the moon I could see him blush. He was truly like a naughty boy who had just been caught out doing something wrong. “Well, you see,” he stammered… “When I work it myself I like to use these.”

What surprised me next was when he pulled out a lovely pair of ladies shoes and I just had to find out what he did with them.

He went on to tell me how he kneels down on the floor and slides his cock inside the shoe and rubs it around. He loves the feeling of it and it gets him off.

The look on his face said it all when I told him he couldn’t do it that way any more. It was priceless and for a moment I wished I had remembered to bring along my camera. A picture as they say is worth a million words.

I told him from now on he will do it so I can see him doing it. He began nodding his head and then I thought again about his shoe and feet fetish and added… “From now on, you will not do this for anyone else, you will only do it for me… Is that understood?”

With his mouth gaping like a fish, I continued… after all why not take advantage of the whole man, not just part of him…

“As of today, I own your cock.”

His jaw dropped open and as I put my fingers gently under his chin closing his mouth, I continued… “I will let you take a leak but I will control everything else. You will come when I tell you to and not when you feel like it. You will not take you cock in your hand and masturbate for any reason other than to please me on my say so!”

“Do you understand?”

It took him a few moments to speak. It was almost as if a cat had caught got his tongue and as I stood there tapping my foot on the pavement he knew he should answer, and he should be quick about it.

“Well?”

Like a meek and mild timid mouse he responded… “Yes!”

“Ok, so tell me about all the times you have played with yourself this week!” I demanded.

He went on to tell me about the four times he just couldn’t control himself when he found a pair of shoes that he loved or when he found a babe with gorgeous feet. He just had to masturbate either over those pretty little toes or inside a pair of shoes.

I asked him when the last time was. I was a little shocked when he told me it was just on 3 days ago because I was expecting him to tell me it was only as long ago as yesterday. Suddenly I could feel my female domination coming over me…. “Wonderful, I whispered… absolutely wonderful!”

He looked at me wondering what was so great about him having a 3-day break. When I responded he realised. “Good, you will have a huge load built up for me then!”

On that note I turned and walked off and like a good boy he followed me to my apartment. Even as we caught the lift he stood at least 2 feet from me and just a little behind, he knew his place and knew it well.

Once on the floor where my apartment was located he followed me to my door and stood back as I turned the key. I immediately went inside and a few seconds later he followed. Calling him into my room he really looked like a child standing there waiting to be told what to do next.

“Strip for me Jonathon!” I demanded…

“What?” he asked.

I walked over to him and slapped him across the face. Tears almost sprang to his eyes as he asked me again what he should be doing….

“Strip for me now Jonathon!” I repeated myself.

He quickly did as he was told and with his clothes in his hand I opened the small wardrobe in the corner of the room and ordered him to place his clothes needed folded inside.

Once he had done what I requested I locked the wardrobe and slipped the key into my bra for safe keeping. His pleading eyes glared at me… and in a matter of fact way I asked him if he was thinking of leaving. He couldn’t very well walk out into the foyer naked.

I giggled to myself knowing I was in control and he was just the little guy being dominated by a female.

Jonathon opened his mouth to say something but I was too quick for him.

“You are here because you want to be here, are you not?”

“Yes” he quietly responded…

“Good, then get down on the floor and lick my shoes!”

His reaction was instantaneous. I couldn’t believe how fast he began licking and sucking at my heels but I didn’t want him to carry on like this, I wanted to be in control of him a lot more than having him lick my shoes…

Lifting my foot I managed to push him back until he was lying naked face up on my floor. He was looking up at me as I placed my foot on his groin and with my heel resting on his scrotum I gently but firmly made it quite clear that he was all mine.

Jonathon was mine to do whatever I pleased.

I rolled his cock and balls around with my heel. At one stage I was able to almost slip the pointed heel inside the eye of his penis. His reaction was incredible. The pain flashed over his face before I realised that his cock was almost bursting beyond belief.

Standing back away from him so he couldn’t see my shoes, I told him to take his cock in his hand and stroke, nice and slow.

His eyes were pleading with me to move closer to him so he could see my feet in my heels which would help him to climax… for a moment I let him wank slowly, ever so slowly so he could think about me in my heels and how in control I was of how he was feeling.

I moved closer to him where he could see me slipping my shoes from my feet. Barefoot I stood between his legs knowing he couldn’t possibly last much longer.

I held out one of my red-heeled shoes and told him to cum in it. He was not to make a mess all over my carpet with his hot cream.

Jonathon began wanking himself faster until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He managed to hold off until I told him it was ok to climax… He almost jumped when I told him not to spill a drop, take perfect aim and shoot inside my shoe.

He was such a good boy; he filled my red-heeled shoe to the brim.

He held it to me and I shook my head and said quietly… “You know what to do with it!”

Silently he moved so he was sitting up on the floor.

“Yes,” he whispered as he drank up every last drop of his hot jizz.

As I walked to the bathroom to freshen up I knew he was mine until the end of time…

Cheeky