I Have A Secret In My Shoe Too

Part 11

I have a secret in my shoe too
PART 11
Story by Joy Cohaan

After six months the relationship between Victoria and me changed completely. I
had recovered entirely. In the past six months Victoria achieved what the
wanted: I had the biggest breasts in the world (110JJJJ), the smallest waist in
the world (10 inch) the biggest vagina and the biggest ass. My nails were 2 inch
long, I was wearing opera pump ballet shoes with nine inch pencil heels night
and day and I was totally addicted to foot aroma, champagne de nature and
Victoria kissing my moist nylon toes. I had been at home for this time,
recovering, but now I had to start working again. Victoria still had her kinky
shop, but she had also been taking care of my hairdressing salon, but my shop
wasn't my shop anymore, I noticed very soon. Victoria had told all her own
customers that my hair salon was the place to be. So more and more kinky
customers visited my shop. From all over the country and even abroad people came
to my hairdressing salon. Victoria had changed my shop entirely to accommodate
the needs of the new customers. The biggest change was the hair-dressing chairs.
If a lady customer requested it she could have a human footstool, a human seat
in the chair or a girl between her legs. The shop was for ladies only. It was
run by a general manager by the name of Cristel. Twenty woman were working in
the shop: 10 hairdressers and 10 women who worked as human footstoola or human
seats. Victoria wanted me to work in the shop for a few months in order to get
more experience.

The first day at work I had to start as a footstool. It was a normal footstool
with a hole in it. I had to lie on the ground and stick my head in the hole of
the footstool. The rest of my body was hidden below the floor. The first
customer who requested a human footstool came at ten o'clock. She was a very
beautiful lady with long blond hair. She sat down to have her hair done and her
nails polished. She removed her worn out patent leather thigh high boots with
six inch high heels. "I haven't removed these boots for months," she told the
hair dresser with the name of Francesca. "I have been waiting for this moment."
Without looking at me at all she planted her dripping nylon feet on my face. "I
want my feet spotless when I leave," she said. She rubbed her soiled feet on my
face. The heady aroma of her aromatic feet made me climax immediately.
Afterwards I started lapping up as much toe cheese as I could. Most of the
sludge had nestled itself inside the fabric of the damp stockings and I had to
nibble awhile to get it loose. After I had cleaned the underside of her feet she
pushed one of her salty feet into my mouth. Because I was sure I couldn't
thoroughly clean her pungent foot without water or something I retched a little
to make sure my mouth was full of champagne de nature. The lady customer noticed
it immediately and started fucking my wet mouth with her pungent toes.

Up and down went her toes, using my mouth like a washing machine to clean her
stockinged feet. I sucked on her toes as hard as I could to remove as much spicy
dirt as possible. When her squishy and slick nylons were clean she removed her
stockings and pushed her bare toes inside my mouth. I gobbled down tons of toe
cheese from between her salty toes. I rolled her sweaty toes inside my mouth
with my tongue in and out of her crevices to find as much funky morsels of toe
cheese as possible. With my tongue I also searched for dirt under the tips of
her long toe-nails. "I also need a pedicure," I heard the lady customer tell the
hairdresser. I immediately knew what she wanted and started biting off her long
nails. It was difficult at first but after the third toe-nail I got the hang of
it and trimmed her nails with my teeth as if I had done it all my life. After I
had trimmed her nails I started pushing back her cuticles with my teeth and also
with my teeth removed the nail polish from her toe-nails.  When her feet were as
clean as they would ever be she put on her stockings again. The next customer
asked for a human seat. I was placed so that my face was sticking through the
hole in the customer's chair. The lady removed her panties, hiked her shirt up
and sat down on my face. My nose disappeared into her asshole and her wet cunt
pressed down on my mouth. One of the hair dressers started on her hair.

At first I didn't know what to do: just lying there or working on her intimate
parts. Every time I started licked her vagina the customer motioned me to stop.
All she wanted was just to be sitting on my face, smothering me. She was
enjoying herself immensely according to the amount of cunt juice she produced.
She was extremely liquid and flooded my face with her intimate release. My
entire face and my hair were dripping wet. After a while she started riding my
slick face ever so slowly and climaxed. The next customer also requested a human
seat. She sat down on my face without removing her saturated panties. She was
wearing sheer nylon fully fashioned panties. The rank odor of the squishy
panties set my taste buds on fire. She pushed her vagina in my mouth as deep as
she could and relieved herself trough the sheer nylon panties and I climaxed.
After that six more customers relieved themselves in my mouth. Because my
stomach couldn't hold that much liquid I directed the champagne de nature to my
bowel and my bladder with my remote control.

At six o'clock Victoria arrived to collect me. I didn't have to tell her I had
been used as a human seat almost all day long because my face and hair were
dripping wet and besmeared. Victoria started kissing me on my mouth. After that
she licked my face clean. We had dinner that night in Claudia Figilente's
restaurant. Like me Claudia is also addicted to foot aroma. All the waitresses
in the restaurant had to wear fully fashioned seamed stockings. Every week the
waitress with the smelliest stockings receives a bonus. All Claudia's clothes
are made of the waitresses stockings. Victoria and I sat down to have dinner.
Victoria removed two dirty stockings from her purse and stuffed the pungent toes
of the stockings in my nose. Needless to say I climaxed immediately. It was the
first time Victoria brought me to a restaurant. The last twelve months she had
been feeding me with the contents of her stomach by pressing her lips on my lips
and filling my mouth. I was a little disappointed that she wouldn't feed me
today and I had to do it myself. Eating turned out to be more difficult than I
had expected because of my huge breasts. I couldn't see my plate for one thing,
but I also could hardly bring my fork to my mouth without spilling food on my
tits. The distance between my chest and my nipples was 20 inches. I had to cover
that distance with my fork to reach my mouth. Lowering my breasts to make eating
more easy wasn't possible at all because the tightness of my 10 inch waist
corset and because the cups of my bra pushed my breasts as high as possible.

"Why don't you place your plate on your breasts?" Victoria asked. "It's the only
way you'll be able to eat." I did as I was told, feeling ridiculous. After a
minute I told Victoria I couldn't eat anyway because my stomach, my bowel, my
bladder and my shoes were filled to the edge. "Than get rid of some of it,"
Victoria said. "Here?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "why not?" I operated the
remote control to empty my stomach. The overflow valve between my legs was
activated immediately and my champagne de nature was streaming down my legs. In
a few minutes the floor around my chair and under the table was completely wet.
"Now eat," Victoria said. I felt very uncomfortable with the pungent stockings
hanging out of my mouth, the plate on my breasts and my chair in the middle of a
puddle of champagne de nature. "I don't like this," I told Victoria. "I don't
like it either," she said. "Then why?" I asked. "Consider it a test," she said.
"In the future make sure you empty your bladder before you enter a restaurant.
And before you sit down to eat, ask yourself if there are any other
possibilities to entertain yourself in restaurant. You probably haven't looked
around, but when you do, you might discover that you don't need to sit at this
table at all," Victoria said.

I looked around. The restaurant was crowded. But not all quests used chairs. I
saw a lot of woman on the ground: a woman kneeling beside her mistress's chair
waiting to be fed, a woman with her head between her mistress's legs, several
women lying under the table making love to the feet of the women sitting around
the table. I saw a woman emptying her plate on the ground with her mouth. The
plate was under the table with the stockinged feet of the mistress in the middle
of it. The woman under the table had to lap up her food around the feet of her
mistress. Another woman spooned the food from a plate under the table with her
foot. The woman sitting under the table had to suck her food out of the fabric
of her mistress's stockings. I also noticed a turntable under each table in the
restaurant. There were ladies on some of the turntables. The turntables were
activated by remote control. The ladies were lying on their backs with their
faces just beneath the feet of the women sitting around the table. Every time a
remote control was operated the turntable delivered the woman lying under the
table to another mistress's feet. So in the end all the women sitting around the
table had their feet licked and sucked.

"I'm sorry I failed the test," I told Victoria, "I realize now I should have
emptied my bladder walking down to this restaurant. Next time I'll remember to
relieve myself in a better place. And it was indeed stupid for me to sit down on
this chair. It won't happen again. I learned my lesson. I want to serve you in
any way I can, but I know you told me you don't want to ask for it. I crawled
under the table to lie on the turntable. Victoria removed her shoes and planted
her pungent feet on my face. The damp nylon stockings smothered my face. I
couldn't breathe at all. I inhaled the funky odor of extremely smelly nylon feet
as hard as I could and climaxed. I heard Victoria talk: " Claudia, why don't you
sit down with me for a while?" she asked. "Is that Esther lying down under the
table?', Claudia asked. "Yes," Victoria said. "Then I can't refuse." Claudia sat
down and motioned four waitresses to do the same. Now all the chairs around the
round table were occupied by women in stiletto heel shoes and fully fashioned
seamed stockings.

I knew from her visit to Victoria's shop that Claudia's feet were the dirtiest.
The waitresses also never wash their stockings or feet and keep their stockings
and shoes on night and day. The receive 100 dollars for each month wearing the
same stockings without ruining them. For every ruined stocking they receive a
new one. Each week the smelliest ruined stockings delivered to Claudia also
earns a bonus of 100 dollars. Because the restaurant is well know for its
kinkyness it doesn't attract ordinary waitresses, but surely not all of them, to
say the least, are used to wear six inch high heels and sheer nylons. But they
have to in order to get the job.

So in the beginning most of them wear stiletto heels and nylons just because
they have to and most of them keep their stockings on night and day without
washing only for the money. They are very careful with their nylons because the
bonus money each month is very welcome. But after being introduced to high heels
and nylons quite a number of them develop a fetish for legs and feet. And
because the heady aroma of funky nylon feet constantly surrounds them, quite a
number of them become addicted to pungent nylon foot aroma, not in the least
because Claudia encourages them as much as she can. There are even two
waitresses who changed their six inch high heels for seven inch high heels.

When the waitresses start working for Claudia they receive a satin uniform: a
black satin pencil skirt down to their knees and a white satin blouse with long
sleeves. Claudia tells them it's entirely up to them how they wear their
uniform. If they want, they can alter the satin skirt into a mini skirt. So in
the beginning most of the waitresses wear the skirt down to their knees but
after a while most of them shorten their skirt. Most of them wear their skirts
with the darker welt of the stocking tops showing, but a few of them also show
the thick black garters. There is even a waitress who doesn't wear a skirt at
all. Working in the restaurant amounts to being in a floor show. The waitresses
sashay between the tables. Frequently they stop in the middle of the restaurant
to adjust their stockings: they grasp a fully fashioned nylon ankle with both
hands to run their hands up the length of it. When while waiting tables they
constantly slip their heels in and out of their damp shoes producing the
beautiful sound of the stocking rasping against the shoe. Their moist insoles
are displayed for everybody to see and to smell. A lot of them also change their
blouses.

There is one waitress waiting tables with her big breasts hanging out. The rings
through her nipples are attached to a service tray with two chains. The tray is
fastened around her tiny waist and kept in place by the two chains. She keeps
her hands behind her back. The customers have to take their plates from the tray
themselves. Needless to say that this waitress received a huge rise when she
started doing this. And when business is slow quite a number of waitresses
volunteer to lie down on the turntable. But there was no need for that now
because I was lying under the table, with six pairs of beautiful nylon clad legs
surrounding me. I was lying with my head between the slick nylon legs of one of
the waitresses. She removed her worn out six inch high heels and planted her
moist feet on my face. With the toes of both her feet she grabbed my nose. The
waitress next to her also removed her shoes and rubbed her damp nylon insoles on
my huge satin covered breasts. The waitress sitting opposite her also removed
her shoes and started rubbing her stockinged feet on my stockinged legs making
the wonderful sound of nylon slipping on nylon. The feet of the waitress
pinching my nose with her toes had an peculiar smell. Normally there isn't that
much difference between the taste of one woman's sweaty nylon feet and another,
because the ingredients of the heady aroma are much the same: leather, nylon,
sweat and toe cheese. Everybody knows how leather smells: take a new pair of
high heeled shoes and stick your nose in. Plain knit nylon also has a familiar
smell. Take a very old pair of plain knit fully fashioned seamed stockings out
of its package and wrap the slick material around your nose. The smell of never
worn stockings is the best when they are very old and musty smelling. Leather
and nylon odor basically determine the smell of feet. It's only the smell of
sweat that makes the difference.

The size 4 feet of the waitress smothering my face didn't at all smell familiar.
I didn't know the nature of the smell but I smelled something nasty in the
beginning. At first I thought I smelled vinegar, but it wasn't. I didn't know at
the moment but later on I was told that her feet had molded because she has
extremely sweaty feet. After a while I got used to the funky odor and began
enjoying it. I started inhaling feverishly and opened my mouth as wide as I
could. The waitress immediately noticed my acceptance of her acrid pungency and
went wild. She rewarded my acceptance of her tangy flavor by lovingly rubbing my
entire face with her squishy nylon insoles and by pushing one of her feet into
my mouth as deeply as she could. After a little twisting it went in all the way.
At that moment she climaxed. She smothered my nose with her other damp foot. She
actually managed to push a toe in each of my nostrils. I couldn't breathe at all
for a minute and than I climaxed. She removed her feet out of my face, collected
as much sludge out of her shoes as possible, took the sludge into her mouth,
crept under the table and kissed me on my mouth. "You are the first one ever who
doesn't reject my fragrance. I love you," she whispered before she took my nose
in her stinking mouth. With her tongue she stuffed my nose with more sludge
having the time of her life. The remainder of the sludge was put down into my
mouth to chew on. After I serviced the feet of all the ladies sitting around the
table Victoria and I went home after a day of lots of smelly nylon feet.

End of part 11