I have a secret in my shoe too
PART FOUR
Story by Joy Cohaan
After lunch Eveline entered the shop. She was dressed to the nines in high
heels, 10 denier fully fashioned seamed stockings, a transparent black nylon
dress and 10 denier black nylon arm length gloves. All she wore underneath the
dress was a garter belt with 16 garters. Her huge breasts were visible for
everybody. As Victoria had said she indeed walked in six inch high heel shoes as
if she was walking in tennis shoes. Her achilles tendon had been altered by a
surgeon at the age of sixteen. The only shoes she could walk in were the ones
with six inch high heels. But over the years her achilles tendon had become a
little bit more shorter than it already was and that's why she couldn't anymore
walk in six inch high heels. She needed a slightly higher heel of six and a half
inches. When she stood before me I could see why. Her shoes didn't give her
ankles any support. Her ankles stayed half an inch above her six inch high heel
slippers. She didn't seem to mind at all and she stood completely at ease. When
she removed her slippers she still stood comfortably talking to us. Because she
had been walking in that way for over twenty years now, her feet had deformed a
little bit. The ball of her foot had taken over the function of the foot. The
arch came down dramatically. The look of it gave one the impression that she was
falling face down.
The veins and the muscles stood out prominently on her dramatically bent, but
beautiful arch. When standing without shoes her toes were slightly spread for
balance. I immediately fell in love with these feet. "Is it at my age still
possible to have my feet altered the same as you?" was the first thing I asked.
"Yes," she said, "it is still possible but it takes more time for you to walk at
ease in six inch high heels. Your feet have to deform and that takes some time,
maybe six months to a year. But since you have been staring at my feet ever
since I walked in I invite you to do what ever you like to do with them."
Before she finished her sentence I was on all fours to kiss her arch. "And for
your pleasure I will keep standing while you're at it," she said. I pressed my
lips on her nyloned arch. I french kissed the place where her arch met with her
toes. Then I crept behind her and positioned my face under her feet with my nose
to her soles. A warm and musky aroma greeted me. I inhaled deeply to get as much
scent as possible. "My turn now," I heard Eveline say.
"You have to know," Victoria said, "that Eveline likes to deep throat fully
fashioned nyloned feet. To my knowledge she is the only one in the world who can
do that. Eveline lay down on the floor on her back. She asked me to place a
chair over her midriff and sit on it. She removed the shoe of my right foot and
her false teeth. She started kissing, sniffing and licking my nyloned toes and
then one by one my toes disappeared in her hungry mouth. She guided my nylon
foot deep in her mouth with her nylon hands till finally the heel of my foot
rested on her chin. I was amazed. Half of my foot had disappeared into her
throat. I could feel her muscles halfway down her neck caressing my foot. It
felt heavenly.
"Now stand up," Victoria said, "but do it very carefully. Now turn your foot 90
degrees and press." I did as I was told. I slowly turned my foot and pressed
slightly. I thought the heel of my foot could never enter her mouth but sideways
it went in. My foot was bent strangely. My toes and the front part of my foot
were straight down her throat and my ankle was bent to the right. "Now turn back
your foot in the early position slowly and sit down again. When I sat down I
could feel the heel of my foot resting inside her jaw. Now Eveline took my ankle
in her nyloned hands and pushed my foot further down. With her eyes and hands
she asked me to help her push. I did and my foot disappeared in her throat
entirely. Her red lips were closed around my ankle.
"Now stand up again and place the chair to her side," Victoria said. "Sit down
again on the floor and be prepared to lift your leg." With my foot in her throat
Eveline raised. When she was finished she was on all fours in front of me. "Put
your arms around your leg and keep it firm in place," Victoria said. At first
Eveline pressed her head some more to get more of my foot in her mouth and then
she withdraw until the heel of my nyloned foot touched her inside jaw. First
slowly but then fast my foot went up and down her throat. Her entire mouth was
that of a person choking to death including all the noises that go with it. But
her eyes told differently, that she was having the time of her life, and lots
and lots of saliva dripped out of her mouth. Victoria crept between Eveline's
legs and sucked her clitoris deep in her mouth. At that moment Eveline came like
thunder and lightning. I shall never forget her eyes the moment she climaxed.
"Part two," Victoria said. "Eveline will lie down again on the floor and I want
you in a standing position. Swiftly, move your legs a little bit so that your
right leg in Eveline's mouth is a little lower then your left leg. And bend a
little to the right." I did as I was told. "And now piss," Victoria said,
"slowly, very slowly, drop for drop." "With all my clothes on?" I asked. "Yes,"
Victoria said. "Why not? You're always soaking wet from being totally wrapped in
layers and layers of nylon. What difference will a little extra liquid make,
silly?" Victoria said. So I did what I was told. Slowly I started to piss. I
felt my heavy satin bloomers become wet and after that, parts of my full slip
and my satin skirt. Because I was bent to the right my own warm champagne was
guided to my right nyloned leg. My stocking got soaked and I felt the liquid
oozing down drop by drop. At last my entire stocking was soaking wet. Little
streams of my piss went down my leg in Eveline's mouth. A small part of my warm
piss traveled down my left leg filling up my shoe completely. Because I was
balancing on the one shoe I saw and felt the piss sloshing in my shoe. Without
wetting the floor at all I emptied my full bladder. Most of it went down in
Eveline's throat.
When I was finished, Victoria said: "Sit down again." She took off my shoe and
brought it to her mouth like a glass of champagne. She emptied my shoe in four a
five big gulps. "I needed a drink badly," she said with a big laugh. She lay
down on the floor and place my wet nylon foot on her face. "This is what I like,
love," she said. "This is one of the reasons I always wear rubber. Whereever I
am I can always wet my pants without anybody knowing. I do it ten times a day,
always a little bit, just enough to fill both my shoes to the edge. The piss
streaming down my nyloned legs gives me so much pleasure that at least once a
day I climax spontaneously without touching myself at all. And walking in piss
filled shoes beats everything. You should try it, darling."
Having said that Victoria stood up and kissed me fiercely on my mouth. Her mouth
smelled and tasted of my own piss and I loved it. "I need a drink too," I said.
"Everything you wish," Victoria said, "but first you have to remove your foot
from Eveline's mouth. After a little twisting my foot came out wet with saliva
and piss. "I love you," I said to Eveline and bent down to kiss her on her
mouth. "I love you too," Eveline said and answered my passionate kiss. "Now look
at my legs," Victoria said. "I saw her nylons getting wet and after a while a
saw the piss rise in her low cut high heeled shoes. She wriggled her toes inside
her shoe and I saw the piss sloshing.
"I want you to do the following," Victoria said. "Go on your hands and knees.
I'll keep my shoes on. All you have to do is press your lips on the little part
of my toes that is visible. If you suck hard you can empty my shoe by slurping
it down." I pressed my lips on the lowest part of Victoria's nyloned arch where
the toes just disappear into her high heeled shoes. I started sucking and I felt
her piss filling my mouth. I gulped it down and slurped again and again and
again. I couldn't imagine that her shoe could contain that much warm champagne
until I noticed that Victoria's shoe kept filled to the edge no matter how much
I gulped down. Then I realized that she kept on pissing. The piss stopped
filling her shoe after she had emptied her bladder completely.
"Now I want you to take off my shoe and empty it. I brought her shoe to my lips
and drank all of it. After that I lay down on my back and planted Victoria's
warm, sticky and wet fully fashioned nylon foot in my face. I climaxed on the
spot. After the three of us recovered Victoria handed Eveline her new high heels
with the six and a half inch heel and Eveline tried them on. "They fit
perfectly," Eveline said. "There is only one thing left to do now." Having said
that, she concentrated on her bladder and filled her shoes to the edge with
piss. First she french kissed me and then Victoria fiercely, before leaving the
shop. "See you at the party next Saturday," she said. She walked away in the
street leaving a trail of wet prints behind her.
"I can hardly wait to try on that panty girdle," I said to Victoria when Eveline
had left. "Why wait?" she said, "Undress." She fetched the garment and started
to unhook, unzip and unbutton it. After she finished she held the front part in
her left hand and the back part in her right hand. "What I want you to do is
hold the front part to your belly with one hand and the back part to your back
with the other hand." I did as I was told. "This won't fit me," I said, "on
either side there is more than an inch missing. It's too small."
"No, it isn't," Victoria said, "It may even be a little bit too big for you."
"You're kidding," I said.
"No, I'm not," she answered. It was a very long black heavily boned panty girdle
with long legs, thick spandex and heavy satin panels. The legs came half way my
thighs and the upper part touched my breasts. It had to be closed sideways. On
both sides there were 80 hooks to fasten. To prevent the hooks from digging into
your skin there was a extra thick satin flap under them. The hooks were sealed
with a heavy industrial zipper. But that was not all. On top of that there were
sixteen two inch wide playtex belts that crisscrossed to all sides and a four
inch wide satin belt around the waist with adjustable hooks. "Hold your breath,"
Victoria said, "and keep it that way because otherwise the hooks will tear
apart. As quick as she could Victoria fastened about 15 hooks on both sides
before I couldn't hold my breath anymore. But when I let it go I thought I
couldn't breathe at all. The panty girdle was super tight. "It's too tight," I
said. "No it isn't," Victoria answered, "Adjust to it. One little breath at a
time. Keep your breath again, darling. We have to continue."
After all the hooks were fastened and the zippers closed I felt caged in and I
had a lot of difficulty breathing at all. I stood there panting with my mouth
open and frightened eyes. "Relax," Victoria said. "The best part is still to
come." On top of the zippers there were hooks again to prevent the zipper from
tearing apart. And then the sixteen belts were fastened. With each belt fastened
I felt my tummy, my buttocks and my rib cage pressed inward. At last came the
big belt around my waist and it took my last breath away.
"Lie down please," Victoria said.
"I can't," I said. "I can't bend at all."
"I'll help you," Victoria answered. She lowered me to the ground like a plank.
"You can rest while I cover your legs in stockings." She showed me a pair of
sixty denier black fully fashioned seamed stockings with a square heel.
"Why?" I managed to say.
"Heavy tightening of the stockings is necessary when wearing a tight panty
girdle." she said, "It keeps the girdle in place and builds up the pressure."
The ultra shiny but thick stockings were much to short. Between the tops of the
stockings and the 24 garters on each panty girdle leg was a gap of more than two
inches. Victoria started pulling at my stockings with all her power. Because she
pulled that hard I had to point my feet and bend my toes. When all the 48
garters were fastened as tightly as possible I couldn't bend my knees anymore
and I had to keep my feet completely stretched. My toes were hurting badly.
"That's why you need extra strong stockings, darling, other stockings would be
ruined already," Victoria said.
"I can't bend my toes," I cried. "So I can not wear shoes."
"You have to wear special shoes," Victoria said. "These," She presented me a
pair of ballet shoes. Opera pumps with eight inch high heels in which one has to
walk on tiptoe. Victoria could hardly get my feet into those shoes because they
were super tight.
"Stand up," she said.
"I can't," I answered.
"I know, silly. Just joking." She helped me get up, again like a plank. "Take
the chair for support," Victoria said. I stood on my toes balancing from one
side to the other side, still having trouble breathing. The tightness was almost
too much but at the same time I felt aroused. "To finish it off here is your
skirt," Victoria said. She showed me a heavy paneled and boned black satin skirt
with spandex on the inside. The back is fastened with 80 hooks and again a heavy
zipper. "This is a corset skirt, the one and only true hobble skirt." Needless
to say the skirt was too small in my opinion. Again there were two inches
missing between the hooks but I knew by then that Victoria would take care of
that. She did of course and I felt completely bound. Next came a bra. It was a
heavy satin boned bra that lifted my huge DD-breasts upwards as much as
possible. Also the pointed shape of the bra pressed my breasts forward. My
breasts looked twice their normal size standing out 10 inches from my chest.
After that came a see-trough 20 denier sheer nylon black blouse and arm length
gloves of the same material.
"Now I want you to oil your equipment," Victoria said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Fill up your shoes, darling, that makes walking easier."
Flabbergasted, I emptied my bladder while standing. I felt everything become wet
and warm, and I enjoyed it. Very much. When my shoes were filled to the edge and
the piss was going to stream out of them Victoria went down and pressed her lips
to my instep to slurp the piss into her mouth. After I stopped pissing she
stopping drinking, stood up and kissed me hard on my mouth. The moment she
opened her mouth and her tongue met mine a mouthful of my own champagne streamed
into my mouth. I climaxed on the spot and I was not the only one.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"We wait for the next customer to come in," Victoria answered.
"But I can't sit down," I said.
"Who said you could," said Victoria laughing. "You wanted a tight panty girdle,
and now you have it. I did say could have it if you kept in on for at least a
week, and you agreed, darling."
End of part 04
