I have a secret in my shoe too
Part 8
Story by Joy Cohaan
Two Inch Toenail Lisa and her transvestite girlfriend Brigitte had been in
Victoria's shop for over an hour and were still talking about nylon. They were
standing in the shop in their one piece 20 denier nylon body suits that covered
them from head to toe. Even their heads, their big breasts, Brigitte's huge
penis, the inside of Lisa's vagina, the inside of their mouths, each separate
two inch toenail from Lisa and the inside of their bowels were completely
covered with nylon. They were addicted to it, and couldn't talk about anything
else. They were constantly caressing each other's nylon bodies with their nylon
hands making the wonderful sound when nylon is rubbing against nylon. Together
they acted like one beautiful nylon sound, nylon smell and nylon shine machine.
They had been wrapped in the same nylon body suits for over three weeks now.
"We like to think of it as our second skin." Lisa said, "The nylon body suits
have become part of our body. On top of it we only wear 20 denier nylon clothes
and in our home and in our car everything is covered with nylon: the toilet
seat, the bed sheets, the chairs, everything. Before we bought the nylon body
suits we made sure that everything within reach of our eyes was covered in
nylon: the curtains, the tv-set, the mirrors. With the nylon body suits covering
our eyes also we don't need to do that anymore because now everything we see is
seen through nylon."
"Stop talking please and show us something," Victoria answered, "we want to see
how it works."
Brigitte laid on the floor with her huge breasts and huge penis shimmering in
sheer 20 denier nylon. Lisa laid down on top of her. She had some difficulty
staying on top because the smooth nylon made their bodies extremely slippery.
Lisa's struggle to stay on top caused the wonderful sound of nylon caressing
nylon. Victoria and I positioned ourselves behind Lisa to have a better look
when Brigitte's nylon penis entered Lisa's nylon covered vagina. I immediately
noticed the big tube hanging from Lisa's urethra. I also noticed the bigness,
the magnitude of both Lisa's asshole and her vagina: two big holes standing open
at least two inches. One could see everything inside. Now I also could see how
the tailor covered the two big holes with nylon. The nylon inside her vagina and
inside her bowel was boned in such a way that the nylon was plastered against
her intestines. I couldn't resist going in with my hand just to feel how it
felt. I could put my hand inside without touching flesh at all. I imagined there
was place for two hands inside each hole, even more.
"I know what you're thinking," Victoria said. "And yes you're right. Before Lisa
married Brigitte she performed in the kinky theater across the street for five
years. The live performances started with fucking and sucking on stage but after
some time business became very slow and they started with the kinky stuff. A lot
of girls left but Lisa didn't. She loved it. The kinkier the better. That's how
she found out that both her vagina and her asshole could accommodate almost
everything. People from all over the world traveled to Amsterdam just to see
Lisa stuffing her holes with feet, hands, dildoes and bottles. But she still
wasn't satisfied. She kept stuffing in bigger and bigger things to stretch both
her holes to the limit. After some time her vagina was big enough for Brigitte
to put her head in. She went back to the kinky theater again and nowadays she
makes a lot of money. The theater is always fully booked for five months ahead
and for a private session she charges $10,000."
"Can we go there some time, please?" I asked her. "Of course we can," Victoria
answered. "You don't have to wait for that, sweet," Lisa said, "If you want you
can put your head in now." I had to think about my rebirthing sessions some
years ago and I imagined this was the real thing. Victoria stuffed a tube inside
my nose. "Otherwise you can't breathe, darling," she said. She buried the end of
the tube deep inside the chest with the dirty stockings. Then she pulled a sheer
nylon stocking over my head. "To keep your hair in place." Victoria helped me to
sit down on the floor. Lisa positioned my head between her legs.
"Let us grease her up a little bit," Lisa said. She started to spit on my head.
Brigitte and Victoria followed her example. With her nylon covered hands she did
spread out the spittle over the surface of my nylon head. Lisa was standing
above my head with her legs spread.
Slowly she lowered herself. She took a huge outer labia in each hand and started
pressing. My nylon covered head made a wonderful grating sound against her nylon
covered inner vagina. After my eyes and nose went in Victoria pulled the
stocking over my head aside and stuffed the tube hanging out of Lisa's urethra
inside my throat. After the stocking was in place again Lisa starting pressing
again until finally my entire head was inside her vagina. But she wasn't
finished yet. She kept on pressing. I felt all of her weight on my head and I
had some trouble keeping my head straight. She stopped pressing when she was
sitting on my shoulders. After that she opened the tube from her urethra with a
built in switch and crossed her legs to make sure my head was locked inside
tight. Inside her vagina it was very, very warm and in no time my entire face
was drenched in pussy juice. The air I did breathe was extremely polluted with
heavy nylon foot aroma and my mouth was constantly filled with the contents of
Lisa's bladder.
I could tell Lisa was enjoying herself very much because her pussy juice kept
oozing. But I was very comfortable, like a child in a womb. I had lots of foot
aroma air to breathe and champagne de nature to drink. Lisa was constantly
operating the muscles in her vagina kneading my head. After some time I noticed
that someone removed my corset skirt and placed an electric vacuum pump on my
clitoris. It was switched on and I climaxed immediately. But nobody switched it
off. I climaxed and climaxed and climaxed until I attained a comatose delirium
of never ending serial climaxes. I cried from happiness and affection and love.
Meanwhile Victoria, Brigitte and Lisa did as if nothing unusual was happening.
Lisa asked for the shoes Victoria had received by mail yesterday. Shifting her
weight so that it was entirely pressing on my shoulders she removed her old
shoes and tried the new shoes on. I heard them talk and laugh distantly but I
couldn't hear what they were actually telling to each other.
After some time I noticed Lisa lifting her legs. Later I was told she lifted
them to enable Victoria and Brigitte to sniff and lick and suck her nylon toes.
What I did notice inside was Lisa climaxing three times, a lot of pussy juice
streaming inside my mouth. After more than two hours Lisa released me. Victoria
removed the stocking from my head and the tubes out of my nose and my throat. In
total exhaustion I collapsed on the floor. When I recovered the three of them
sat beside me around my head, gently kissing me and caressing me with their
nylon covered hands and their nylon covered mouths. Victoria kissed me lovingly
on my mouth like true lovers do. We were both crying from happiness wetting each
others faces with our tears.
"Let us reward her for her good behavior," Victoria said. She took three chairs
and placed them around my head. "Sit down ladies and remove your shoes," she
said. Victoria placed her smelly nylon feet on my face. Brigitte and Lisa did
the same. I could tell Brigitte and Lisa had been wearing the same 20 denier
body suits for more than three weeks. The smell of nylon foot aroma was
enormous. Together they buried my face in smelly nylon feet. Six fully fashioned
nylon feet making love to my nose, my eyes, my ears and my mouth.
Lisa managed to pull loose some toe jam out of her stained nylon stocking and
stuffed it in my nose. After a while the three of them positioned their heads
above my head, their foreheads pressed together. Their mouths just a few inches
apart above my mouth. They tightened the muscles in their throats which enabled
them to bring up some of the contents of their stomach. They showered me with
their champagne de nature and their spittle and I climaxed again.
After Brigitte and Lisa had left, Victoria said. "Let us go home. You've had
enough for one day, I think. "Victoria helped me to get on my feet and did put
my corset skirt back on.
"How do we get home? I asked.
"We walk," Victoria answered.
"That's more than one kilometer," I said.
Yes I know. That's a perfect distance to start learning to walk in opera pump
ballet shoes. And I'll help you. Take my arm." I couldn't believe my ears. I did
say "yes" when Victoria asked if I was sure to wanted to become her puppet, but
I didn't realize my training would start so soon.
"What's the height of this heel?" I asked.
"The heel is as long as your foot," Victoria answered, "maybe a little bit less
because when standing on toes your feet become a little smaller. Because your
feet are very small I think the heel on your shoe is between eight and nine. But
don't you worry. Tomorrow we'll visit a very special shoemaker who will make a
new pair of shoes for you. Custom made and hand made: a one piece iron frame,
low cut, special support for your toes like real ballet shoes, patent leather on
the outside, kid leather on the inside, tight and strong. They'll fit you like a
glove. A glove you'll never ever want to remove. When your feet are altered by a
surgeon you again will receive new shoes: smaller and higher. He'll not only fix
all the bones in your feet but also remove the back part of your heel. He'll
flatten your heel. Not only will the front of your foot and leg become one
straight vertical line, the back of your foot will also become flatter."
Victoria said.
I very carefully and very slowly started walking down the street supported by
Victoria. I was so busy walking that I didn't notice all the people staring and
sometimes laughing at me.
"I can't take it anymore," I said. My feet and toes tingled, tensed up and were
hurting.
"Yes you can," Victoria answered. After a while me feet became numb. That made
walking more easy, but I didn't feel comfortable at all because I was laced up
so tightly by the super panty girdle, the corset skirt and the taut stockings.
Each of the 48 garters on my corset were stretched to the limit pulling my
stockings as tight as they could be. I could only take tiny steps because my
gossamer shiny knees were pressed together by the tight corset skirt. From my
crotch down to my calves my nylon legs were grating each other so hard that the
swishing sound heard by everyone. The slippery and smooth satin lining of my
tight skirt was also rubbing my tightly suspendered stockinged legs. Halfway
home I couldn't hold my bladder anymore because of the tightness of my panty
girdle. I felt the piss streaming down my nylon legs, wetting my panty girdle
and skirt, and filling my ballet opera pumps. When my shoes were filled to the
edge with champagne de nature I couldn't stop pissing as I had intended to do.
So the piss traveled down my shoes on the street leaving a trail of tiny
footprints.
"I see you're having a party on your own," Victoria said.
"I can't help myself," I hissed, barely able to talk because breathing was
difficult in the tight panty girdle. Victoria opened her purse and fetched the
two extremely dirty and smelly stockings. In the middle of the street she
stuffed the toes of the stockings in my nostrils. The rest of the stockings hung
out of my nose for everyone to see. It didn't bother me at all because the
smelly nylon foot aroma stuffed in my nose brought me to a seventh heaven of
delight.
When we reached the last corner Victoria stopped me. She positioned herself in
front of me and started to french kiss me. While kissing passionately she
retched and before I knew it my mouth was filled with champagne de nature out of
her stomach.
"Don't swallow it," Victoria said, "Keep it in your mouth till I give you
permission to empty your mouth." I knew exactly why she had done that. Now I
wasn't able anymore to breathe through my mouth. I could only inhale through my
nose, but because my nose was stuffed with smelly stockings breathing became
even more difficult.
"I want you to look at the toes of my shoes, Esther," Victoria said. "Imagine
what's happening inside my shoes. My toes are soaked with sweat. My stockings
are collecting my toe jam. I'm preparing your evening meal. It's boiling inside
my shoes. Imagine my red toenails encased in ultra sheer nylon inside my shoe.
The nail polish shines through the reinforced toes of my stockings. Look at my
shoes: notice my sheer toes disappear in my instep. Right there it's happening.
My sheer nylon toes are boiling hot, steaming inside my shoe. Waiting for you
darling. Waiting for you to inhale the smelly nylon foot aroma, to taste the
flavor of the underside of my reinforced nylon foot and to suck the sweat out my
smelly nylons."
I knew exactly why she was telling me this. She thought I wouldn't be able to
walk all the way home, and that a little encouragement might help. She was
right. I became very exited and that gave me new strength. I couldn't wait to
get home and suck her smelly nylon toes. When we reached her apartment and went
upstairs (thank God there was an elevator) she ordered me to sit.
"You've been standing in those opera pump ballet shoes for more than six hours
now because you think you can't sit down. You think your nylons are suspendered
too taut to bend your legs and you think your corset skirt and panty girdle are
to tight to sit down. I know it feels that way, but you're wrong thinking you
can't sit down. You can't from now on keep standing all your life. There's no
need for it. You have to adjust to the tightness. The worst thing that can
happen to you sitting down is ruining your clothes: your corset skirt might tear
apart and your stockings might burst around your knees because they're stretched
to the limit by the 48 garters. But I don't think that will happen because for
that purpose I gave you 60 denier stockings: they won't burst. And if they do no
problem at all. You'll get new ones. So sit down."
I very carefully lowered myself on the couch. The panty girdle and the corset
skirt were killing me and the stockings were hurting my knees. When I sat down
finally my knees turned white because the stockings were pressing my knees hard.
The skin beneath the stockings turned white because the pressure of nylon pushed
the blood of my skin away. "Now cross your legs, darling," Victoria said. "I
know you love the sound of nylon against nylon and I'm sure the sound you're
going to make in these tight stockings is the best. It's the best sound there is
because your stockings are suspendered as tightly as possible. I crossed my legs
and a shiver went through my body. The sound was indeed incredible because the
stockings were made of the hardest glass nylon available in the world and
because the material of the stockings was stretched to the limit.
"Whenever you sit I want you to constantly cross your legs," Victoria said, "I
want to hear that sound always. Making that sound tells me you love me. And I
want to hear that love song all day long."
After that Victoria made a phone call in the hall. "I've good news for you," she
said when she returned. "You're expected in the hospital tomorrow already. They
will enlarge your breasts to the maximum size, remove your two lower ribs in
order to reduce your waist, fix the bones in your feet so you can only walk in
ballet shoes and pierce your nose, nipples and vagina. The surgeon also has a
surprise for you. He'll implant a special piercing device inside your clitoris.
It's something new. But I want to know if you still want this. You have to know
that the next months aren't going to be pleasant at all. You'll be in and out of
hospitals and at home you'll have to stay in bed because your feet will have to
heal."
"Yes, I still want it," I said.
"Okay than. This will be our last night together for the time being. Tomorrow
you'll be in the hospital. I want you to remember this night the next couple of
months." Victoria placed a chair in front of me and sat down. She crossed her
delicate fully fashioned nylon legs in front of me and started dangling the shoe
of her left foot. I immediately smelled her nylon foot aroma. Than she uncrossed
her legs again, took a champagne glass and placed it under her skirt between her
legs. She filled the glass with champagne de nature. After it was filled she
placed it on the table and filled the second glass. Than she handed me a glass
and took the second one herself. "I want us to toast a happy future together,
darling," she said.
We clinked our glasses and brought them to our mouths. At first we didn't drink.
We just touched the glasses to our lips and savored the aroma. With our noses
buried deep in our glasses we looked in each others eyes with a never ending
deep love. Than we emptied the glasses enjoying every swallow. "Do you want a
refill?" Victoria asked. "Yes," I said, "I want to get drunk." She placed my
glass between her legs again and filled it to the edge. Than she refilled her
glass also. In the end we both had four glasses. We had to stop because her
bladder was empty. Victoria bent forward and took my nose in her mouth. I made
sure my mouth was tightly closed. I had to breathe through my nose. I inhaled
the air Victoria exhaled. The air she exhaled was intoxicated with champagne de
nature. After that she pressed her lips on mine and started gagging ever so
slowly. It took her almost five minutes but in the end she managed to empty her
stomach completely. I swallowed it all. From now on Victoria would always
nourish me with what her body had to offer. Like a bird feeding her chick.
Victoria sat back in her chair and said: "Now I want you to worship my smelly
nylon feet. I want you to kneel down in front on me in total idolization. The
only thing you can think of are my sacred smelly nylon toes inside their
sanctuary, the instep of my seven inch high heeled worn and smelly shoes. At
first I want you to caress and kiss my feet with my shoes on. Feel the heat with
your tongue, feel the strength of my heels, french kiss my nylon arch, lick the
nylon covered veins and muscles of my instep, suck the pointed toe of my worn
shoe, cover my the toe of my shoe with your mouth and realize what's inside the
shoe for you. My smelly reinforced nylon toes are waiting to be worshipped by
you. Now lay on your back under my chair and be prepared to receive my gift."
She removed one shoe and kept her foot in the air, some ten inch above my face.
"Look at it. I know you like what you see. I know you can't wait to smother my
smelly nylon toes with your lips. But you have to wait. I'm going to bury your
nose under my sheer toes first. I don't want you to lick them. Keep your mouth
closed. All you're allowed to do is to smell my nylon toes. I'll keep my
reinforced toes wrapped around your delicate nose till you climax spontaneously
without touching yourself." I tried to hold back but without success. The moment
Victoria placed her sweaty nylon feet on my face I climaxed. Afterwards I cried
from happiness.
End of part 08
