I have a secret in my shoe too
PART 12
Story by Joy Cohaan
On a hot sunday morning Victoria told me she wanted to go to the beach. She
phoned physical therapist Vanessa and restaurant owner Claudia Figilente to
invite them to join us and bring a friend. She also phoned a private beach club
to make reservations for a private booth. "Esther, I want you to strip
completely," Victoria said to me. I didn't believe my ears because I had never
ever taken off my patent leather opera pump ballet shoes with nine inch high
heels, or my black fully fashioned seamed stockings with the high and wide black
foot, or my satin corset with a 14 inch waist. But I did as I was told. I felt
naked. I hadn't been naked for months.
"I want you to wear this," Victoria said. She handed me a very tight transparent
skin colored one piece perforated rubber suit that would cover me from head to
toe. The only opening in the suit was for my mouth. After I struggled into the
suit with a lot of help from Victoria she told me to put on my shoes, my
stockings and my corset again. On top of that I had to wear a black nylon under
slip, a heavy satin black pencil skirt, a white satin blouse and a hat with a
black nylon veil. Before we left Victoria emptied her bladder in my mouth. First
we drove to Vanessa's house and went in.
"Before we go ladies I want you to relieve yourself," Victoria said to Vanessa
and her lovely girlfriend Maria. I lay down on the floor and one after the other
Vanessa and Maria sat down on my face to empty their bladder. With the tubes
running to and from my stomach, my bowel, my bladder and my shoes I was able to
direct the champagne de nature with the sewer system remote control from my
stomach to my bladder at the moment my stomach was full. The four of us went
back to the car to drive to the house of Claudia Figilente. We went in and again
Victoria asked the ladies to relieve themselves. First Claudia sat on my face
and than her girlfriend Daisy. After they had emptied their bladders we drove to
the private beach club in Victoria's space wagon. I noticed that Vanessa's
girlfriend Maria was entirely dressed in black latex: stockings, a tight pencil
skirt, a blouse, a jacket and gloves. Even her six inch high heels were made of
rubber. Later that day I discovered that underneath her clothes everything was
also made out of rubber: a one-piece rubber corset with long legs and 24 garters
attached, a fullslip and a long bra.
Claudia and Victoria looked as if they had been shopping together: everything
they did wear was made out of very worn stockings: dresses, gloves, fullslips,
panties, bra's, panty girdles and the veils of the hats. Claudia's girlfriend
Daisy was entirely dressed in tight black satin, including hand made shiny satin
stockings and six inch satin slippers. Upon arrival Maria immediately sat down
in the burning sun. She is totally addicted to rubber and sitting in the sun
entirely dressed in rubber is one of her favorite pastimes. The rest of us
decided to sit in the shade, but Victoria said. "Esther I want you to sit in the
sun all day long. You're going to sweat profusely because of the one piece
rubber suit underneath your clothes and that is exactly what I want. I estimate
that you'll loose two liters of liquid every hour. We're going to sit here and
have a good time till late afternoon. You'll loose many liters of liquid, but
don't worry. The five of us are going to order refreshing drinks all day. For
you I brought an empty carafe and a champagne glass. The five of us are going to
relieve ourselves in that carafe. So there will be plenty champagne de nature
for you to drink in order not to dry out," Esther said. The five of them ordered
white wine.
When the waitress with the name of Iris came to bring the wine she asked me
whether or not she had to fill the carafe. "Why not?" I answered. She positioned
the carafe between her legs and relieved herself and filled my glass. "Do you
want me to join you?" she asked. "Yes, please do," I said. She filled another
glass, sat down beside me on an empty chair and motioned me to toast with her.
"To the best champagne in the world," she said. We brought the glasses to our
lips. All we did was sip a little of the delicate liquid, sticking our noses in
our glasses as deeply as possible to smell the salty fragrance. Our eyes were
locked together like women in love. Then we slowly emptied our glasses. I
climaxed on the spot. Iris was flabbergasted. Her eyes almost popped out of her
head. She whispered in my ear: "Never in my life have I seen a woman climax
spontaneously on the taste of my champagne de nature. Want a refill?" I told her
I did. She filled both our glasses again. "Bottoms up," she said. We both did.
Before she left she kissed me on my mouth feverishly and told me: "I'll make
sure that carafe is filled to the edge all day long."
Victoria told her she didn't have to worry about that because all five ladies
would take care of the carafe. "But we won't stop you from helping us," she
said. "Especially not if you keep drinking that much yourself." The one piece
rubber suit did what Victoria said it would do. In no time I was sweating like I
had never done in my life. Every pore of my body stood wide open. I bathed in
sweat from top to bottom. My skin was saturated. Every drop of sweat the rubber
suit couldn't hold inside was pressed out because the suit was perforated.
Because of that within an hour all my clothes were soaking wet. With all the
drinking I had to do needless to say my bowel, bladder and stomach were filled
to the brim with champagne de nature. Victoria had programmed the sewer system
remote control in such a way that the champagne de nature kept streaming from
one part of my body to other parts constantly. Because of the heat I lost very
much liquid during the day, but because my body was entirely filled with
champagne de nature I started sweating champagne de nature. Every inch of my
body, every pore of my body was drenched in it. No matter how much I gulped down
I kept being thirsty. Therefore I kept on drinking all day long and the five
ladies around me kept on relieving themselves in the carafe.
At the end of the afternoon I had consumed ten liters. Everything was drenched
with champagne de nature: my aqueous humour, my mucus, my breath, my sweat and
my blood. "Time to go now," Victoria said. We drove to the house of Lady
Miranda. On my first day in Victoria's shop she astonished me with her sewer
system. She was the only other person I knew who had a sewer system installed in
her body. It turned out to be Lady Miranda's birthday. "Esther is our surprise
for you," Victoria said. She has been in the sun today for eight hours with a
rubber suit on. But we took care of her. The five of us haven't visited the
bathroom since last night but our bladders are still empty thanks to Esther."
Victoria couldn't have made Lady Miranda more happy. She guided me to the sofa
and we sat down with lots of guests surrounding us. "We have to celebrate this,"
Lady Miranda said. Immediately a beautiful lady stepped forward, removed her
panties and filled our glasses. She and I gulped it down. "I want you to breathe
in my face, darling," she said. The moment I started breathing with her nose
halfway into my mouth she climaxed. "This is the best birthday present I've had
in my life," she said. "Let us make the best out of it." She connected my sewer
system to her sewer system and pressed her lips on mine. With her remote control
she directed more and more champagne de nature to my already full stomach. The
champagne de nature traveled up my gullet and into my mouth. Lady Miranda gulped
down everything, having the time of her life. "Victoria," Lady Miranda asked,
"do you mind the two of us going upstairs?" Victoria told her she didn't mind at
all. Lady Miranda guided me to her bedroom. "Please come to bed with me," she
said.
Her bed turned out to be a plastic reservoir. The eiderdown, the mattress and
the pillows were first covered in plastic and on top of that covered with satin
sheets. On the outside the bed looked normal but on the inside it wasn't at all
because the plastic reservoir was filled with champagne de nature. Our bodies
nearly disappeared in the pool of golden nectar. Only our breasts and our faces
surfaced. Lady Miranda covered us with the drenched satin eiderdown and said: "I
have been thinking about you since the day we first met. I have introduced a lot
of women to the fabulous world of champagne de nature but not one of them
responded like you did." She turned her head a little bit so that her mouth was
under "water." She swallowed a few times and surfaced again. I'm addicted to
champagne de nature. I can't live without it. I have to smell it, to feel it and
to taste it 24 hours a day." I also turned my head in order to get a mouthful of
golden nectar myself. Before swallowing it I savored the salty taste. And then
we french kissed. We both started retching in order to empty our stomach. While
kissing our mouths flooded with the golden nectar out of our stomach. Then Lady
Miranda pulled our pillows aside. Both our heads disappeared under water but we
kept on kissing. We didn't close our eyes but kept looking at each other trough
a haze of golden nectar. At that moment our love was so intense that we started
crying together.
When we surfaced again Lady Miranda asked my permission to sit on my face. Of
course I agreed. She climbed on top of me, pulled her nylon panties aside and
smothered my face, but not without pushing my face deep down under water. With
full force she started riding my face till she climaxed. When I surfaced again I
said: "I want to stay under water for a least fifteen minutes. Every time I lift
my finger you have to bring me some fresh air by applying mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation." I went down again. I switched on the golden bar inside my
clitoris and I disconnected all the tubes from my sewer system. The golden
nectar could run freely now in and out of my body because all my holes stood
open wide. By tightening all the muscles inside my belly I was able to empty my
bladder and my bowel, but when I relaxed my muscles both holes filled up again
because my sphincter isn't working anymore. Because the inflatable dildo has
been inside my bowel for over six months now it can almost accommodate a human
head. Victoria hasn't tried it yet. Her head has been in my vagina numerous
times though. As a result of all this my vagina and my ass are standing wide
open always. So every time I pressed out the golden nectar my holes filled back
up again. I felt like a sponge. My whole body was saturated with champagne de
nature.
Every minute or two I lifted my finger. The sign for Lady Miranda to dive under
water, press her lips on mine and fill my mouth with air. Because the body of
Lady Miranda was also saturated with champagne de nature the air I inhaled from
her lungs was polluted with champagne de nature. After fifteen minutes I
motioned Lady Miranda to sit on my face again. I buried my face as deep as I
could in her big cunt and sucked her clit inside my mouth. We climaxed together.
When I surfaced we both lay back on our pillows and fell asleep. The next
morning I had breakfast with Lady Miranda: she relieved herself in my mouth and
I in hers. We didn't change our clothes. We left the bed dripping wet and walked
to the terrace to sit by the pool. We wanted the sun to dry our clothes: that's
the only way to save the smell. "Now I know why your body smells of champagne de
nature so strongly," I said. "My whole body has been filled with champagne de
nature for six months now, but I've never smelled as good as you. My bowel, my
stomach, my bladder and my shoes are constantly filled with golden nectar, but
that isn't enough apparently to become as smelly as you are," I said.
"No, that's not enough," Lady Miranda answered. "It's my bed that does the
trick. I've been sleeping in it for the last six years every single night. That
the only way to get champagne de nature in your system. My doctor tells me the
air I exhale consists of fifty percent golden nectar, my sweat one hundred
percent, my blood twenty percent and my saliva eighty percent. She comes in
every month to do some tests, because she doesn't want me to have more than
twenty percent in my blood. Twenty percent is all right, she says, but it's the
limit. My doctor is also addicted to golden nectar. We're both members of an
international club dedicated to the love of golden nectar. Worldwide there are
some two thousand members. We have our own magazine and we meet occasionally.
Why don't you come along to our next meeting. You'll love it. It's ladies only,"
Lady Miranda said. "I would love to go," I answered. The door bell rang and Lady
Miranda answered the door. I was introduced to Yvette. She sat down with us by
the pool and crossed her legs. I couldn't believe my ears. She noticed my
reaction and crossed her nyloned legs again. The sound was overpowering. I had
never ever in my life experienced such an incredibly strong sound.
"How do you manage to get that sound," I asked. "It's not me doing that, but the
stockings," Yvette answered. "I know," I said, "but the sound of my stockings
isn't nearly as loud as the sound yours make." I crossed my legs as hard as I
could to make the loudest sound, but it wasn't as good as the sound Yvette
produced. "What kind of stockings do you wear?" Yvette asked. "I wear Magnolia's
Secret Moments. On the package it says: soft, silky and alluring. Style 3975
genuine fully fashioned seamed nylons, 100% nylon, non-stretch, 54 gauge, 15
denier, with needle marks at calf and thigh and a finishing hole at the top. I
buy them from the Sheer Factor in London. They should be the best. It's the only
company left in the whole world selling authentic fully fashioned seamed
nylons," I said. "You're right," Yvette answered, "they're the best, no doubt
about it. The stockings I wear aren't better, they're different. They're not
fully fashioned at all. They've a seam all right, but it's a phony one, the seam
is sewn in. It's not the real thing. I prefer authentic fully fashioned
stockings, but I wear these because the sound and the shine are much better. I
buy them from De'An Drew Designs in Fountain Valley, Style 1010. Hundred percent
nylon also, with a pointed heel but made of the sharpest glass nylon hose
available in the world. While your stockings are soft, as the package says, mine
are hard, as hard as they come. It's as sharp as angel's hair. If you would lick
up and down my nyloned legs you would hurt your tongue," Yvette said. She
crossed her legs again and I climaxed spontaneously.
"My God, I didn't know you loved this sound so much." She came over to me and
kissed my on my mouth. She noticed immediately that my mouth and my tongue were
covered entirely with nylon and she climaxed on the spot. "Let me show you my
stockings," she said. She raised her skirt. There seemed to be no end to her
legs and to her stockings. "It's pantyhose," I said. "No, it isn't," she
responded. The stockings came all the way to her waist. "These stockings are
available in every size you wish. You can choose from size A to size Q and every
size is available in 1x, 2x, 3x and 4x. Size Q-4x accommodates 6'0," 230 to 256
lbs. I always buy the biggest size on purpose. I have this garter belt specially
made. It's just a belt around my waist with 48 garters in different length. I
want my stockings as high on my body as possible. At the inside of my thigh they
come all the way to my vagina. My pussy lips are tucked inside the stockings. At
my sides the stockings come all the way to my waist. Therefore the garters are
all different. I also make sure the lower parts of my bottom are inside the
stockings. I suspender my stockings as taut as possible. They are stretched to
the limit. I can hardly bend my knees and my toes hurt, but therefore the sound
is incredible. I cross my legs as much as I can. I can't get enough of it. And I
like to sit in the sun or in artificial light because that way the shine is the
best. My girlfriend wears the same stockings, and you should see and hear us
make love. It's like a concert," Yvette said.
She sat down and crossed her legs and I climaxed again. "Why don't you have a
better look at my stockings?" she said. I walked over to her and lay down on my
back. She removed both her shoes and planted her sweaty nylon feet on my face.
The texture of the stockings was indeed as sharp as could be, hurting my skin.
But the acrid odor of her damp nylon feet was overdwelming. Not only were the
sound and the shine of these stockings heavenly, but also the smell. The heady
aroma of Yvette's rank nylon feet was setting my taste buds on fire and I
climaxed again. Yvette lowered her face and french kissed me feverishly. "I Hope
we meet again very soon," she said.
End of part 12
