I have a secret in my shoe too
PART SIX
Story by Joy Cohaan
"We are in fact desperately in need of a few ladies who need to use the
bathroom," Victoria said.
"We surely need to go," a lady with the name of Deborah said. "We have been
shopping all day long. In this part of town we couldn't however find a bathroom
with enough privacy. We need the privacy because we have to take of our corset
dresses to be able to relieve our bladder. Because we always buy our stockings
here and because we think the owner of the shop is a kind person, we decided to
come in and ask,"
"Of course you can come in whenever you want to use my bathroom," Victoria
answered, "But today ladies, I'm sorry, you're not allowed at all to use my
bathroom. If you want to piss you have to do it here because this lady here just
had a new sewer system installed and we need to test it.
"We're glad to," all three agreed, "that's much better than a bathroom." The
three ladies turned out to be members of an international corset club. Deborah
was the first to undress. She took off her black plastic coat to reveal a corset
dress that started with a neck corset and ended just above her knees. The corset
dress pressed her legs together tightly. With every tiny step she took her nylon
legs made a wonderful hissing sound from nylon scraping nylon. It was like music
to my ears. "I love that sound," I told them. "We do also, darling," Deborah
said. "When the three of us walk the streets it's like a concert, a horny
concert that is, because we get excited just walking around."
Deborah tiptoed on 7 inch high heeled black opera pumps. The heel was thinner
than a pencil. She was wearing 20 denier black fully fashioned stockings with a
high and wide black foot. The square cuban heel was enormous. At least 10 inch
of fat cuban heel was seen at the back of her legs. Around her ankles she had
little gold chains. Her arms were covered in corset gloves, arm length super
tight leather gloves with back lacing and a zipper to cover the lacing. At the
back of her dress there was a zipper from neck to knees. Victoria opened it. The
zipper flap fell sideways to reveal the super tight lacing. "That takes an
hour," Victoria cried.
"No, no," one of the other ladies with the name of Justine said, "let me do it."
She was very quick and in five minutes there was enough room in the dress for
Deborah to step out. Underneath Deborah wore the tightest corset I've ever seen.
Inside the corset was a steel belt that reduced her waist to 20 inches. I
thought she would break in two when I saw it. Because she had been wearing
corsets all her life, the upper part and the lower part of her torso were
enormous: a big chest with big breasts and a big beautiful ass. Her corset had
72 tiny garters. There was no space left between the individual garters at all:
two big rows of garters stretched to the limit around both legs. "It'll take an
hour to take your stockings off," I said. "I never take them of," Deborah said.
"Why should I?" Deborah stepped out of her 10 denier ultra sheer panties and
said: "Where do I relieve myself?"
Lady Miranda lay down on the floor, disconnected the tube from the arm of her
eyeglasses, connected another piece of tube to it and pushed the tube down her
throat into her stomach. She pressed key 12 on her remote control to guide the
liquid from her stomach to her bowel. "Please take a seat," Lady Miranda said,
inviting Deborah with a big smile. Deborah didn't waste any time and smothered
Lady Miranda with her enormous ass. Lady Miranda's chin and mouth disappeared
completely in Deborah's huge shaven and wet vagina while her nose disappeared in
her wet asshole. Deborah started emptying her bladder immediately. Lady Miranda
was having a hard time swallowing everything, and her throat was going up and
down very fast. The transparent tube was clearly seen in full motion also
because it contained a steady stream of champagne de nature in the direction of
Lady Miranda's bowel. When Deborah was finished she stood up. With a red but
happy face she was greeted by Lady Miranda.
After Deborah was done Eveline also smothered Lady Miranda. When Eveline was
halfway through emptying her bladder Lady Miranda pressed key 13 to guide the
piss from her stomach to her bladder. Apparently her bowel was filled to the
limit. After that the third lady with the name of Marion took her place and also
emptied her bladder. The ladies dressed again and left. "Thank you for letting
us using your bathroom," Deborah said.
Lady Miranda, still on the floor, said: "I'm sorry to tell you but I'm still not
filled up. My bowel is full, my bladder almost, but my stomach is half full and
my shoes are still empty. Someone has to finish it off." Victoria didn't need a
second invitation. She stepped out of her skirt and sat down on Lady Miranda's
face. "This will fill you up because I'm bursting. After half a minute already
Lade Miranda pressed key 11 to direct the piss to her shoes. It took only a few
seconds to fill them up. She switched off the remote control and pulled the tube
out of her stomach. Everything what was left in Victoria's bladder had to go in
her stomach.
When Victoria was finished and stood up we saw Lady Miranda with her mouth open
as wide as possible. Apparently her stomach was full with champagne de nature as
well as her throat which seemed to stand open completely. Her mouth was filled
to the rim. Lady Miranda was trying to get everything down, but didn't succeed.
With every breath her mouth filled itself again to the rim. But the bubbling and
gargling champagne de nature in her wide open mouth was mouthwatering to me. I
asked Frank and Victoria to help me lie down on the floor beside Lady Miranda.
She greeted my initiative with a broad and loving smile in her eyes. I could
tell It made her very happy. I slurped a little bit of champagne de nature out
of her mouth but spewed it back in just to tease her. She couldn't protest
anyway. Then I lowered my mouth into hers and sipped enough for Lady Miranda to
close her mouth. But even with her mouth closed the gargling sounds inside could
be clearly heard.
On impulse I covered her nose with my red and wet lips and she climaxed on the
spot. I knew she would love my piss filled mouth to cover her nose. I climaxed
too just from the thought that I was being so intimate with a woman who had been
filled up with at least 5 liter champagne de nature. Her bladder, her bowel, her
stomach, her throat, her shoes, her mouth and now also her nose were filled
entirely. I let go of her nose because she needed to breathe. She motioned that
she wanted to stand up. Frank and Victoria helped her upright. In standing
position Lady Miranda was able to empty her mouth, but when she started talking
I noticed that with each breath she took, her stomach filled her mouth again.
"If you want to test the system, Esther, I want you to open your mouth and suck
my toes. Be careful not to ruin my stocking. She sat down on a chair, removed
one of her shoes and placed her black nylon wet toes on my red lips. I opened my
mouth. Lady Miranda pressed her toes as deep in my mouth as possible. I started
licking the sheer nylon surface of her underfoot immediately. With my tongue I
caressed the seam and the tube in it. The tube ended just at the cleft of her
reinforced nylon toes.
"I want you to pay attention," Lady Miranda said, "I will operate three keys. So
you will, one after the other, receive gifts from my stomach, my bladder and my
bowel. I won't tell which is which. You tell me by the taste of it. If you're
right all three times you can have my old tube system." Victoria also took a
chair, removed her shoes and placed her wet and smelly nyloned feet on my face.
With her two big nyloned toes she grabbed my two nostrils from above and tried
to get as much toe into each nostril. I closed my eyes to concentrate. Very
slowly my mouth was filled with champagne de nature. "Number 1," Lady Miranda
said. It was very difficult to taste it properly because I had to swallow
constantly, but when the stream stopped I knew. With my nyloned hands I removed
her delicate sheer nylon foot and said: "This came from your bowel." "Right,"
she cried joyfully. "Number 2." I guided her lovely sheer toes in my mouth again
and waited for the second gift. There seemed to be no end to the second gift
because I had to swallow constantly. I didn't have a clue where I came from. I
made my guess by the amount of liquid. "Your stomach," I said. Silence first,
but then: "Right. Do you still want the third gift?" "Yes," I said, "please."
After I received it, Frank helped me up again. Lady Miranda and I kissed, but
after a while we just stood there breathing and belching into each others face.
We climaxed together.
I very badly needed to empty my bladder but couldn't go to the bathroom the rest
of the week because of my corset skirt and tight girdle. And because I didn't
like the idea of wasting all my champagne de nature on the floor, I asked
Victoria to lie down on the floor with her legs in the sky. I stepped out of my
shoes and parted the lips of Victoria's vagina with my wet toes. She immediately
knew what I wanted, shifted a little bit and opened up. My entire fully
fashioned nylon foot disappeared into her vagina. It went in more easily than
the day before because of the enormous tightness of my stocking.
Frank and Lady Miranda meanwhile also knew what I was going to do. They came to
my side and supported me. They both took an arm to prevent me from falling down.
I brought my other foot to the entrance of Victoria's asshole. It opened up
easily to receive my foot. When both my feet had completely disappeared in
Victoria's body, I started trampling. In and out they went, faster and faster.
"Go," Victoria yelled.
I immediately started emptying my more than full bladder. I felt the champagne
de nature streaming down my nyloned legs and feet into Victoria. Stamping her
holes became much more easy. I was trampling two big wet and piss filled holes.
At some point even my ankles disappeared in Victoria's body. She climaxed three
times in a row. Victoria removed my feet from her body and started to kiss them
feverishly. "I love you darling. I love you." She stood up and kissed me very
long on my mouth.
After Lady Miranda and her husband left, I asked Victoria: "How can you do this
every day?." She answered: "You get used to it. In fact after a while you need
it every day." We didn't have much time to talk, because the next customer
walked in. I couldn't believe what I saw and I couldn't believe what I smelled.
Standing in front of us was a beautiful lady with long blond hair. She was
completely dressed in black: a veil, a scarf, gloves, a dress and stockings.
Everything was made of used and extremely smelly stockings. The veil was made of
ten dirty stockings dangling around her face. The dirtiest stocking was right in
front of her nose. The scarf was made of ten stockings. The dress itself
contained 340 dirty stockings with the dirty reinforced stocking toes on the
outside in row upon row. From a distance the dress looked black, but if one had
a better view the dress contained all sorts of colors because the reinforced
toes of the extremely dirty and smelly stockings had been colored by extensive
wearing without washing. Most of the reinforced stocking toes had turned
grayish, some whitish and some greenish, but every one of them was dirty as
hell.
Because the sweat, toe jam and dust in all those stockings had dried, most of
the soles of these stockings had hardened. They didn't hang down like a clean
stocking but stood out like cotton. The lady turned out to be Claudia Figilente,
a famous restaurant owner. With her hands encased in two dirty nylons she took
Victoria's face and kissed her on the mouth trough the veil of dirty stockings.
"I would like you to meet Esther," Victoria said to Claudia.
"Can I?" Claudia asked.
"I think there's no other person in the world who will appreciate it more than
she does," Victoria answered.
Claudia walked towards me and with her came the smell. Before her lips touched
my lips I climaxed already.
"Is this for real?" Claudia asked.
"Yes," Victoria said. I couldn't help myself and started crying. I buried my
face in Claudia's neck. "Let me explain," Victoria said. I met Esther this week
in a shop. She's addicted to smelly nylon feet. She never washes her stockings
and keeps them on day and night for months on end. When I met her the shop was
filled with the smell of he feet. So the two of you will get along just fine."
Then Claudia told Esther that all her clothes and her underwear and her bed
sheets were made of dirty stockings. She gets the stockings from the 20
waitresses in her restaurant. "They get the 15 denier fully fashioned seamed
black stockings, and the shoes and the dresses for free. But they're not allowed
to wash them. For every ruined stockings they get a new one. For every month of
wearing them without ruining them they receive 100 dollars. So you can imagine
how careful they are with their stockings. On top of that each week the
smelliest stocking brought back receives a bonus of 100 dollars. You can imagine
that they'll do everything they can to get them as smelly as possible. For the
most smelly stockings I have a special purpose. When they are dehydrated
entirely I crush them with my hands and put everything that comes out of the
stocking foot in a snuff box. I can use this toe jam powder for all kinds of
purposes. I powder my nose with it, especially the inside. I can put some of it
in my mouth before kissing a person like you, and I can also put some of it on
my crotch before someone like you french kisses me there. But I have to be
honest. I have never applied it to my mouth or my crotch because I've never yet
met someone like you," Claudia said.
Victoria and Claudia were waiting for my reaction, but they both knew of course
what I would say. "Please use it," I said, still a little bit dizzy.
Victoria took her snuff box out of her bag, opened it and brought it to her
nose. She inhaled deeply. Then she opened her mouth, made sure her tongue was
wet and went with her tongue through the snuff box. Then she spread her legs,
pulled her panties to the front and threw half of what was left in the snuff box
into her panties. Then finally she brought the snuff box to my nose. I inhaled
deeply twice, and I climaxed again. "She is worse than me," Claudia said.
"I know," Victoria answered. I couldn't keep my balance anymore. Luckily
Victoria noticed. "Let us lie her down on the floor," she said. Claudia kneeled
down beside my head. She lowered her head. The smelly stockings of her veil
caressed my face and than her lips touched mine. The veil, the scarf and the
upper part of her dress covered both our faces. I was buried in dirty stockings.
My nostrils blew the dirty stockings up and down, up and down. Her smelly mouth
tasted heavenly. Every now and then she covered my nose with her red and smelly
lips. This woman was from head to toe one big smelly nylon foot.
After a while she changed her position. She was going to sit on my face. She
carefully draped her skirt of smelly stockings around my head and smothered me
with her pantied crotch. The panties were made of at least 15 pairs of smelly
stockings. I never had tasted that strong of a foot aroma, not even my own. With
my hands I put her panties aside and went for her vagina. I buried my nose in it
and sucked her clitoris deep inside my mouth. She climaxed numerous times. After
that she sat down on a chair and told me that she had a surprise for me. "Look
at my left foot. The stocking on that foot hasn't been out of that shoe for two
months. Now look at my right foot. That stocking hasn't left that leg for three
years," Claudia said. I couldn't believe my ears. "You want them?" Claudia
asked. "Yes, please," I answered. She positioned the chair over my midriff, sat
down and removed her shoes with a little effort. When both feet came down slowly
and lovingly I climaxed again.
End of part 06
