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"Good morning, Ma'am. How may I serve you?"
Katrina felt a shiver run down her spine to see the young man kneel beforeher, as if someone had run a pin-wheel along its length to lightly prick herskin.
Such a charming welcome! Such sweet obeisance!
She had heard whispers of this shoe store for some weeks now, rumours ofthe originality of its goods and the unique service it offered. It had takensome time to find, though, it never bothered to advertise, its name was nevermentioned in the press, and having recently moved from its space in the mallto a more discrete location it was only by word of mouth and personal recommendationthat one could hope to shop there.
'All this trouble, just to find a pair of shoes?' her husband mocked, witnessingKatrina ringing friends and entertaining acquaintances, all with the singleintention.
Just shut up and carry on with your duties!' she snapped at him, and hesensed the urgency of the matter, if not quite understanding it, bowed hishead meekly to return to the polishing of her shoes.
There was pair after pair of them, shoes and boots and pumps and mules,arrayed on the floor before her husband. Katrina loved her shoes, and lovedto see her husband caring for them. It was if all her erogenous zones werein her feet.
She loved her shoes and she loved diamonds.
She even had diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
*
Finally the call had come, a friend of a friend giving her a number to ring.But not the number of the shoe store. It had been the number of the owner,inviting her to meet, and for a moment Katrina had hesitated, as if her suitabilityas a customer was in doubt... as if she, with her wealth and her taste, neededto be vetted!
But she had accepted the invitation, women with wealth so often being womenwith time on their hands, and the meeting had been quite pleasant.
Rebecca -the owner of the shoe store- had explained that she preferred tohave only beautiful women as her clientele, adding with a smile that it helpedto keep her staff happy, which in turn made for a better service.
Katrina nodded, pretending to understand, flattered that she seemed to havepassed this part of the test at least.
'Yes, only beautiful women,' Rebecca smiled at her, lightly touching hercheek. 'And necessarily wealthy, of course, though the fact that you couldlearn of my store points to you having such a suitable circle of friends.'
'So...?' Katrina prompted, and Rebecca reached into her purse, handed hera simply engraved business card.
'We look forward to having your custom, dear,' she smiled.
*
Seeing the handsome young man kneeling before her, his brow and the palmsof his hands pressed flat to the floor, Katrina immediately felt the urge totrample him, to walk up and down his dimpled spine, dig her heels into thepeachy flesh of his buttocks.
Gazing down at him, she felt a trembling in her knees, took one tentativestep closer but then fought the impulse, whereupon the young man craned hisneck forward and pressed his lips to the polished toe of her shoe..
'What is your name?' she asked, the gesture encouraging her, helping herfeel more relaxed.
'Steve,' he answered, kneeling up, sitting back on his haunches, restinghis hands on his thighs.
'Well, Steve, what I'm looking for are shoes which are impractical to wearoutdoors,' she told him. 'Shoes with heels so high that I might need to usea man as a crutch if I am to walk in them, heels so tall and tapered that theymight hurt a man and make him sob. Do you think you might be able to help,Steve?'
'Oh I think so, Madam,' he answered, getting to his feet and moving behindher. 'Might I take your coat first?' he asked, his hands resting lightly onher shoulders.
'Thank you,' she nodded, and he slipped the long suede coat from her drapedit over his arm, his fingers caressing the material and the fur of the collaras he took it across the room to a closet.
'I love suede and leather, the feel of fur,' he said, which she found encouraging.
She took a seat while he hung up her coat, arranged her dress in silkenfolds about her lap and thighs, one knee protruding as she crossed her legs.Her blonde hair she wound behind one ear, to reveal the diamond earring whichhung there, tugged the neckline of her dress a liitle lower so that anotherdiamond glittered against her pale flesh. Her hands resting in her lap werealso decorated with diamonds, sparkling brightly against the dark silk.
'Like a nocturne by Whistler,' Steve commented, coming back towards her.'As dark as night and as luminous as the moon, black and silver and sparksof light like reflections on a pool of ink.'
'How sweet,' Katrina beamed, and as he got to his knees before her onceagain she touched her fingers to his hair before quickly snatching them away,as if shocked by her own actions.
'No, that's okay, it is allowed,' Steve told her, bowing his head. 'Nowif I can just measure Madam's foot.'
He removed her shoes and set them to one side, placed one of her feet onthe calibrated foot-measure, and as his fingers moved lightly over the silkof her stocking so she ran hers through the soft curls of his hair. He hadher foot size now, but still he kept his head bowed over it until the caressingaction of her fingers on his scalp slowed, ceased.
Raising his head, smiling at her, he got to his feet saying, 'And now Madam'sshoes.'
Steve crossed the floor, passed a shelf our two before selecting an itemand returning.
'I think Madam will find these quite impractical,' he said, showing himthe shoes which had impossibly high heels and thick platform soles.
Katerina nodded for him to proceed and he slipped them onto her feet, buckledthe single strap which fastened them high around each ankle. He stood, then,offered her his hands to help her to rise, and so high were the heels thather feet were held at a painful angle. Teetering before him, the stacked inchesof the soles made her seem to tower above him, though she was no more thanmedium height.
'Madam would need a man as a crutch wearing these,'Steve remarked. 'A crutch to either side of her as she moved as stately asa queen?'
'A queen, eh?' echoed Katrina, looking down, and shook her head. 'More likeElton John than any queen with grace,' she said. 'The platform soles are ugly,I don't like them.'
'Quite so, Madam,' Steve agreed, helping her to sit and removing the shoes.'Something more elegant is required for Madam's dainty feet,' he said, hurryingback to the shelves, 'something as slender as a stilleto, as sharp as a blade.'
*
And so it went, shoe after shoe in style after style were brought for Katrinato try. Some she rejected outright, some she pondered over, some she immediatelyfell in love with, and always the young assistant was patient and attentive,his touch light and attentive.
Eventually she had half a dozen boxes stacked beside her and paid for.
She asked when they might be delivered.
'At Madam's convenience, of course,' Steve answered, and she consulted herwristwatch.
'It's late, you'll be closing the store soon?' she supposed.
'Once I have finished attending to Madam,' he nodded.
'Then you could bring them now? My car is outside.'
'Of course, Madam. I'll get our coats.'
'Just mine,' Katrina told him. 'I know it's cold outside, but I like tosee a man shiver.'
Her coat draped loosely about her shoulders, Katrina led the way out toher car, Steve following behind with his arms full of her purchases. Openingthe the near-side door of the sleek black BMW sports, she nodded to him topile the boxes in the tiny space behind the two seats, then walked around thevehicle to get behind the wheel.
Turning the ignition, she saw that he was still standing by the open passengerdoor, craned her head towards it and said, 'Well? You are gettingin, aren't you?'
'Madam wants me beside her?' he asked.
'Of course! Where else would I want you?' she laughed cautiously, at firstthinking that it was at this point that his 'service' ended, then seeing hisquick glance towards the trunk of the car and understanding. 'Oh my God!' sheexclaimed, her foot slipping from the pedal so that the engine stalled. 'Thetrunk? You really would?'
'If Madam required it of me,' he nodded, with not the slightest shame.
'How absolutely delightul!' she grinned up at him, as she started the cara second time. 'But I think I would prefer you beside me. Please do get in.'
Steve slipped into the low seat beside, fastened his seat belt as Katerinamoved the car forward, winding it through the narrow alleys, between the redevelopedwaterfront warehouses where the shoe store had discreetly relocated.
On the open road, accelerating out of the city, she turned to smile at Steve.'You really would have travelled in the trunk? You've done that before?'
'On a number of occasions,' he replied, and permitted himself a wry grin.'Though in the past they have been larger cars with rather more trunk spacethan your vehicle.'
'What an accommodating young man you are,' she said, resting her hand onhis thigh.
'I try to be, it's a part of the service, but all the same I'm gratefulfor the comfort of riding beside you.'
Her eyes back on the road ahead, Katrina dug her nails into his thigh, almostpiercing the thin linen of his trousers as she warned him that comfort nowmight have to be paid for by discomfort later.
'Whatever Madam deems fit,' Steve acknowledged, before falling silent, watchingthe road unwind before them, never flinching when he felt the pressure of hersharp nails against his thigh, occasionally feeling his body thrown againsthers when she took a bend at speed.
Eventually Katrina slowed the car, in the twilight of a country lane andwith the lights of the city left far behind slipped down through the gearsto negotiate a sharp turn into a driveway. This itself stretched on as faras a country lane, gravel sang beneath the tyres, darkening shadows of treesrose on either side and it seemed that they had not left just the city andthe county but also the country, had found themselves in some alien netherworld.
But then the lights of a house broke the shadows before them.
Steve had visited many prosperous homes since Madam Rebecca had become hisemployer, his Mistress, the owner of that most select of shoe stores, but nonecould compare with this place. The frontage was vast, not so much a house asa mansion, a manor, sprawling to either side of stout oak doors as if to saythat here resided a person of power and influence.
A person of power who had people at their beck and call.
'My purchases, dear! My parcels!' snapped Katrina, and Steve didn't realisethat the car had stopped, the engine had died, that she was out of it and waitingfor him.
'Sorry Madam!' he said, reaching behind him to gather up her packages, thenfumbling open the door and falling out of the car.
In her sharp tone he was aware of the power and influence that belongedin such a place, suddenly so much more assertive than her first tentative entranceinto the shoe store, and so he hurried after her, up the flight of three shallowsteps to the house.
Even as they approached the doors they opened, spilling a brighter lightout to dim the flickering lanterns which burned to either side, then darkenedat the centre by the shadow of a figure who stood there.
'Take the shoe-salesman to the small sitting-room, James,' said Katrinaabruptly, brushing by this person and disappearing into the house. 'He willwait there for me.'
Juggling his bundle of packages in his arms, careful not to spill any, Stevemounted the final step and entered the house, heard the doors close after him.Then the person who had admitted them strode briskly past him.
'This way,' he said, leading the way down a tiled hall.
'You're Katrina's butler?' Steve supposed, for a house that size would certainlyrequire staff, but the man made no answer, proceeding past a succession ofdoors before opening one and gesturing Steve to enter.
'In here, Madam will be with you presently,' he said, and went back downthe hall.
The 'small' sitting-room could have comfortably held the lounge, bedroom,kitchen and bathroom which comprised Steve's flat, a sprawling room lit byrosy wall-lights. Settees and chairs scattered about it could have seated acouple of dozen people, candles burned on low tables, filling the air witha sweet scent, and the carpet underfoot had such a thick pile that he felthe was floating as he crossed it.
He was curious to explore the room, the cabinets and dimly lit display cases,the cupboards and bookshelves which lined the walls, but he knew better thanto give in to the impulse. Instead he took the boxes of shoes over to one ofthe settees, set them on the floor beside it, and waited there, facing thedoor.
Minutes passed, five, ten, fifteen, but he never budged.
Finally he heard his patience congratulated -'Good boy! So dutiful and attentive!'-turned to his left to see that a panel in the wall had opened, a door he hadnot noticed.
Katrina smiled at him as she entered the room. She was wearing a long ivorynightgown, its material so transparent, its colour so matching her complexionthat her body was like some tantalising mirage shimmering beneath. Delicatesandals with the thinnest of heels meant that she had to walk carefully, butwas able to walk without help.
Seeing her cross to one of the other settees, Steve bent to pick up herpackages.
'No dear, not just yet. First I need a drink,' she said, pointing him toa small bar in a corner of the room. 'A refreshing gin and tonic I think. Shoppingcan be such a chore.'
Steve mixed her drink, brought it to her and waited for further instructions.
Sipping her drink, Katrina reached up her free hand to lightly touch hisgroin, asked, 'Do you have shorts on under those trousers?'
'Yes Madam,' he answered.
'Good. I do so love to see a man's cock straining to break free. Strip downto them please.'
Steve removed his shirt and trousers, draped them neatly over a chair andturned to face her once again.
Katrina could see the outline of his cock beneath the thin cotton, not yeterect but thickly coiled, like a sleepy serpent.
'On the floor dear, face down, lengthways to the settee,' she told him,pointing, the rings flashing on her fingers.
Steve got to his knees, stretched out on the thick carpet, fingers twinedand cheek resting against them. He was aware of movement above him, the rustleof her gown and a breath of perfume, then felt the pain in his back, not justthe pressure of a foot and the single sharp stab of a tapered heel but a dozensharp pricks against his bare flesh.
Katrina laughed as she heard him gasp, pressed her foot a little harderagainst him.
'Shoes as impractical as any you showed me today,' she explained. 'The pricksof pain you feel are the diamonds on the soles. Do you enjoy the pain, dear?'
'Yes Madam,' he said through gritted teeth.
'Good.' Katrina lifted her foot, moved it higher, set it down between hisshoulder blades. 'I'm so glad you share my likes and dislikes.'
Pressing her other foot in the small of his back, to keep him pinned, Katrinathen lifted the first slightly and ran it down his body, the diamonds in thesole of her shoe lightly scoring his back.
'I do so like to see that, as I remarked,' she smiled, as his body shiveredbeneath her, and when increasing the pressure to keep him still brought thefirst true grunt of pain she gave a satisfied sigh. 'James! Help me stand!'she called, her weight bearing down even harder.
Steve tried to twist beneath her, was unable to, saw a pair of polishedblack shoes come into view, only inches from his face.
'The butler?' he said in dismay, burying his burning cheeks in the pileof the carpet.
'No dear, not the butler but my husband,' Katrina informed him, her weightall the greater now as she was helped to her feet. 'Sometimes it is his onlypleasure, to witness my pleasure.'
Her hands held out to her husband to steady her, Katrina took short mincingsteps, like a lady performing a minuet, walking up and then down Steve's writhingbody.
'Do keep still love, for if I stumble then you will suffer,' she warnedhim. Then her body swayed a little unsteadily as she released one of her husband'shands to press her fingers into her groin, saying, 'Oh I do believe I am becomingwet enough to gush! Can you feel, James?'
'Yes Mistress, I can,' he said, his fingers joining hers to force the flImsyfabric of her gown between her legs.
'Enough! Let me be seated!' she said, feeling the strain on her calves,and carefully she was lowered back down to the settee, the pressure of herdiamond encrusted soles easing as she raised her feet. 'You may turn over now,dear, onto your back. I want to see the tears in your eyes.'
Steve rolled, turned, his movements slow and cautious, and there were indeedtears in his eyes, which Katrina reached down towards, wiping them away withthe tip of a finger.
'And now, does he have an erection I wonder?' she said. 'Should we findout, James?'
Seeing her husband's hands reach down to his shorts, Steve clasped his handsto his groin, covering it, but immediately Katrina's foot was against his cheek,turning his head, forcing it into the floor.
'Don't you dare! I would have expected a more obedient service from you!'she snarled. 'Or do I tell your Mistress Rebecca that you failed to satisfy?'
Reluctantly Steve's hands fell away to either side and he felt manly fingerstugging at his shorts, pulling them down to bare his genitals.
'Ah yes! There is the hint of an erection there!' Katrina was pleased tosee. 'Make him just a little bit harder for me, James,' she said, and pressedher foot harder against Steve's cheek in case he should think to resist.
Thick fingers grasped Steve's cock, the stubble of a chin grated againstits glans before soft fleshy lips slipped over it. The tongue which washedagainst it was also rough, but at the same time delightful, as his cock wasdrawn deep into the throat of Katrina's husband. It was like being draWn intothe warmest, silkiest cunt he had ever known and he became hard despite hispain, despite his embarrassment.
'Enough!' Katrina suddenly cried. 'The pleasure is mine, not yours, so stepaway James!'
There was a delicious rush of cold air on Steve's cock, cooling the salivaon it as it slipped free of the hungry mouth, and it stood hard and erect,aching with pleasure, aching for pleasure.
His eyes fluttered open, saw Katrina's eyes burning down into him, her lipsparting in a smile, and he hoped for those lips on him, even bucked his hipsslightly to beg for them. Instead, though, he felt her foot stamp on his belly,kicking the breath from him, making his mouth snap open in the gasp of a plea.
'Lick the diamonds on the soles of my shoes,' Katrina told him, offeringhim her other foot, and dutifully he lapped his tongue across its sparklingsurface. 'And if I asked you to take my shoe's wicked heel in your arse, youwould do?'
Steve nodded as best he could with his face beneath her foot, his erectionheavy against his belly, and his cock twitched as his fingers clawed the carpet,longing to touch himself.
'Hard for me, are you?' she knew, and bent forward, reached down trailedthe tips of her fingers lightly along his thighs. 'Should I make you come?Should I give you pleasure? Or pain? Or both?'
She lifted his cock, her fingers circled it, slowly she began to strokeit, and he closed his eyes as he sighed, his tongue still for the moment.
'There is the pleasure,' she told him, gripping him more firmly before pressingher foot so hard against his mouth that the diamonds might have punctured hislips. 'And there is the pain! Lick, boy! Lick!'
Quickly Steve's tongue resumed, washing over the sole of her shoe whilehis cock grew ever harder in her fist.
'Now the pleasure and the pain together I think,' she decided, releasinghim for a moment and twisting each of the rings on her fingers so that thesilver mounted stones faced inwards.
When she gripped him now he felt the sharply cut gems dig painfully intohis swollen cock, as she started to stroke him again it seemed that the skinmight be torn to ribbons, but still his erection grew beneath her touch.
'Pleasure and pain,' she repeated. 'If you are toenjoy the pleasure then you must accept the pain. Will you?'
'Yes!' he mumbled into her shoe, his back arching, his cock driving intoher hand.
'Milky white sperm made pink with your blood?' she asked, pumping him faster,harder. 'Will you give me that?'
'Yes!' he cried, partly in pain and partly in delight.
'Then do it! Don't keep me waiting, boy!'
His cock exploded, between her fingers it seemed to inflate as it spat outhis ejaculation, making her rings dig all the deeper into his flesh. Katrinaheld him firm until the last spasm had subsided, then took her foot from hisface, her hand from his cock, and tenderly smeared his emission up and downits length, making the fine red welts her rings had left smart and sting.
Getting up from the settee, standing astride him with the help of her faithfulhusband, Katrina smiled down at Steve as she rested a foot lightly on his chest,reminding him of the diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
'Diamonds, a girl's best friend, oh how I love them,' she chuckled, andthen snapped her fingers at her husband. 'James! My toy! Fetch it!'
Dimly, through half closed eyes, Steve was aware of James crossing the roomto one of the cabinets, before being distracted by the sight of Katerina removingher gown, standing over him naked but for her shoes.
'You have had your pleasure, now I must take mine,' she said, stretchingout a hand as her husband returned.
There was the rattle of a buckle, Steve's eyes widened as he saw Katrinafitting the strap-on dildo snugly into her groin, fastening it firmly abouther waist and between her thighs.
'No! Dear God no!' he begged, seeing the cruel length of black rubber curvingup and out, its surface sparkling with diamonds.
'Yes, dear boy, yes!' Katrina insisted, giving him a hard kick in the ribs.'Over on all fours and give me your arse!'
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