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I posted the attached story a few weeks ago to assm, but part of it
seems to have been damaged in the process.

Could you please repost the enclosed version ?

Thanks,

Philip.




High-Heeled Tease (teasing, foot fetish, fdom)

   [ Note:  This story is protected by copyright, 1998, by the author,
and cannot be used for any commercial purpose without his prior
consent. It may however be freely used for non-commercial distribution
or archiving, but please email the author at philip_60@hotmail.com to
notify him of any such repost]

A few months ago, I had a very special experience at a night club in
Paris. As I was standing there looking around, I immediately noticed a
gorgeously sexy girl sitting at a nearby table. I guess the first
thing that caught my attention were her red 6 inches-high spiked
heels, worn over the sexiest legs I think I'd ever seen. Her naked
thighs were barely covered by a skimpy black leather micro-skirt, and
atop that she wore a black leather camisole tightly fastened at the
front by laces that exposed her full cleavage.   She looked like she
came right out from one of these fetish fashion magazines, and I felt
completely spellbound as I kept looking her all over. I couldn't help
to start fantasizing about her shoes, and felt my cock hardening under
my tight cotton pants. She seemed to notice that, for she smiled and
licked her lips while looking at my crotch. And when she shifted her
legs pointing her heels towards me, I started feeling embarrassed
about the way my growing hard-on was showing down my left thigh
through the thin white fabric of my pants. My complete lack of
underwear only made the situation more critical. The sexy bitch seemed
to enjoy watching my arousal, and as she kept looking at me, she
seized her metal heel between her fingers and started moving them back
and forth along it. It really looked as if she was performing a
hand-job on her heel, and as her gaze was locked on my crotch, I felt
as if her fingers were actually moving over my shaft. My cock sprung
fully erect in a matter of seconds as I watched her subtle
performance. I just couldn't keep standing there in that condition,
and approached her table to offer her a drink. To my surprise, she
readily accepted and motioned me to sit on the couch at her left. 

As we were drinking having some light talk about the place, she
complained about her sore left ankle, asking me if I would mind giving
it a  massage. Needless to say, I was too glad to oblige and see my
fantasy come true. But what was coming was far beyond all I had
expected. Turning towards me, she positioned her left leg at the top
of my lap just below the waist, and as if to make herself more
comfortable she rested her right heel on my inner left thigh, less
than an inch from the head of my tightly outlined erection. Her
position had caused her skirt to ride so high over her thighs that her
pussy was completely exposed, and I gasped as I realized that the
vicious sexpot wore nothing underneath. My cock got even harder at the
sight and I felt it bump against the tip of her heel resting on my
inner thigh. But it soon became even harder for me to concentrate on
the massage, because she proceeded to move her heel back and forth
over my thigh to the rhythm of the music, every so often lightly
rubbing it over the head of my erection. I felt my cock pulsating at
the sensation, as if it would break through the fabric of my pants. I
could feel my precum dripping from the intense arousal her subtle
tease was creating in me, and I was really embarrassed as I saw the
growing wet spot that was showing through my pants over the head of my
cock. As soon as she saw my situation, she told me something like :

"You know, Philip, are you sure it's safe not to wear anything
underneath those tight pants? Take care not to have an accident !"

As she said that, her spiked metal heel proceeded to rub the head of
my cock in a circular motion, concentrating on the inner part. She
seemed to know the exact spots that were most sensitive and arousing
to me, and it only took a few seconds of her deft manipulations to
have me feel as if I would cream my pants right there. But she stopped
her maddening strokes just before it was too late, leaving my cock
throbbing wildly underneath her heel.   After a few moments, she
resumed her manipulations. But this time, she seemed to be testing my
reactions as she pressed the tip of her heel into different parts of
the head of my cock. As she did that to a particular spot, I felt a
strange sensation that caused my erection to slightly subside. I
didn't pay much attention to that at the moment, but I was soon to
discover that everything she did was cleverly calculated. Anyway, the
slight softening of my cock seemed to cause even more precum to drip
through the fabric of my pants, making my situation more and more
critical. It was then that she moved her left leg down from its
position on my waist to enclose my shaft between the sole and heel of
her shoe, and started moving her pump back and forth in a slow
rythmical motion as the tip of her right heel kept deftly playing with
the head of my cock. The sexy bitch was giving me a heel job right
there, and I couldn't believe how expert she was at it. She had me on
the brink of ejaculation in only a few strokes, and I started begging
her to stop before it was too late. But just as I was about to remove
her feet as I felt I couldn't hold any longer from creaming my pants,
the tip of her heel applied a slight pressure to the same spot she had
been feeling a while ago, causing my arousal to diminish just enough
to keep me from coming. She immediately resumed her manipulations,
getting me even closer to a surging climax before applying a slightly
firmer pressure to that spot. The torture went on for several minutes,
and each time, she managed to bring me closer to the limit before
stopping. My pants were now wet with precum to the point that I didn't
care anymore about messing them, and I was just hoping she would let
her strokes last just a little too long and give relief to my aching
hard-on. As she resumed her expert fondling, she asked me :

"You like the feel of my high-heels masturbating you through your
tight jeans, don't you?" 

Her words were too much for me, and I felt my come ready to surge up
my rod. She was lightly rubbing the tip of her heel against the most
arousing part of the head of my cock, and after a few seconds I
couldn't hold any longer and started ejaculating under her heel.   But
at that precise moment, her heel applied a very firm pressure to the
same special spot she had been experimenting with. I couldn't believe
it, but it had the effect of immediately stopping my orgasm, leaving
me with my ever so intense arousal. My pants were getting seriously
soaked from what had just happened, but that expert little cock teaser
wasn't to give me any rest. Once again, she proceeded to jerk me off
with her heels, and I gasped with even greater arousal as I saw her
fingering herself under her leather skirt as the tip of her heel
deftly played with the head of my cock through the soaked fabric of my
pants. Her position was completely exposing her dripping pussy to me
as she kept viciously rubbing her clitoris. And as she went on deftly
masturbating me with her heels, I kept looking at her her sun-tanned
legs, moving my gaze from the rim of her leather skirt over her hips
down to the tip of her red metal spiked heels that were busy working
on my rod.   But that sight only increased the intensity of my
arousal. I was again ready to explode as I watched the way her sexily
clad feet were working on my shaft. Her left sole was resting on my
thigh just above my erection as she was gyrating the tip of her left
heel back and forth along the underside of my rod, brushing against my
balls then back to the head of my cock. She seemed to know exactly
what she was doing. Everytime I was on the edge of coming, she would
release her pressure and just keep on lightly grazing her left heel
against my shaft as the spiked metal tip of her right heel drew little
circles on the head of my throbbing cock in such a way as to have me
feel my tension slowly build up in anticipation of some devastating
climax. I soon realized that her subtle grazing was even more arousing
than the firmer rubbing because of that incredible tension it was
creating inside my cock. And she knew exactly where to apply her heel
pressure, concentrating on the precise area of the underside of the
head of my cock that drove me completely crazy with intense arousal. I
was beginning to feel dizzy as her teasing manipulations managed to
constantly keep me on the brink of ejaculation for what seemed endless
moments. Her torture must have lasted for the duration of a couple of
songs, but to me, it seemed an eternity. I was constantly hoping she
would let her heel rub the head of my cock just long enough to have me
explode, but each time my cock started to throb in anticipation, she
would immediately stop her maddening strokes and press the tip of her
heel on that special spot in such a way as to always keep me from
coming. 

As I watched her finger herself, I could see she was also in a state
of intense arousal. I was secretly hoping she would let down her
seemingly perfect control of the situation, and her heeljob would
finally come to its long expected conclusion. And I thought my hopes
were coming true as I felt the tip of her heel keep on rythmically
stroking the head of my cock past the point of no return. I could feel
the tension of my come build up inside my balls getting ready for
final eruption as her spiked metal heel went on grazing along the head
of my cock in a circular motion, every so often applying a firmer
pressure in a way that had me completely breathless with the
sensation. It felt like electric shocks running all through my
quivering body, and I was in a trance as her expert manipulations were
completely driving me over the edge. All of a sudden, I felt the
violent surge of my come up my rod and started ejaculating through my
pants. But right at that crucial moment, the vicious little
cock-teaser once again applied a very firm pressure to the exact spot
that had already enabled her to interrupt my first climax, and I felt
my come receding back to my balls as my cock kept desperately
pulsating for relief under her squeezing heel. As she kept the firm
pressure for several seconds, waiting for the wild throbbing of my
cock to subside, I watched in disbelief as I saw her tightly squeeze
her thighs over her hand and experience what looked like a tremendous
orgasm. The vicious little teaser actually seemed to get her kick out
of putting me in such a state of intense frustration. Even as her eyes
were closed at the sensation of her climax, the tip of her heel hadn't
moved from its squeezing pressure on my cock. I was completely
astounded at how much control she had over the situation. As she came
back to her senses, her heel started gently grazing the wet stain that
extended from the head of my cock down my thigh, asking me:

"Hey, Philip, your pants are all soaked now! Didn't I tell you to be
careful with them?"

The little cock-teaser didn't mention the fact that she had done
everything to make me completely lose control and have this happen.
Her wicked smile made me feel as if she actually enjoyed humiliating
me like that. She started squeezing the head of my cock between her
sole and the base of her heel, as the tip of her heel rubbed against
my balls.   The length of my shaft was encased between her sole and
spiked heel, and the way she was massaging it in a gyrating motion
while she kept squeezing the head of my cock had me right away on the
edge of ejaculation. She smiled at me as she released her pressure and
left me panting with expectation. She then started expertly
manipulating the head of my cock with the tip of her other heel, as
she resumed her maddening massage around my shaft.   The sensation was
really too much, and I couldn't believe how viciously expert she was
at performing her heeljob. She  had me on the constant brink of
orgasm, each time applying her squeezing trick to the head of my cock
right at the most crucial moment. I was litterally moaning from the
intensity of the arousal. The torture lasted for at least half an
hour, and all the time the sexy bitch kept fingering herself and
experiencing several orgasms as her heels went on deftly masturbating
me through my pants. When I thought I would pass out from the arousal,
she asked me:

"You enjoy my little heeljob, don't you Philip ? You're just about to
ejaculate, aren't you ? Would you mind if I make you cream your pants
with my spiked heels?"

All I could answer was :

"Oh ye-ee-ss pl-ea-ea-se, don't stop ! I can't wait any longer!"

With that she started deftly stroking the head of my cock under the
tip of her heel in such a way as to completely bring me over the edge.

She added:

"Oh yes, Philip, go on, I want you to ejaculate all over my heels".

I really thought the final moment had arrived at last, and started
violently erupting into my pants at the combined effect of her expert
manipulations and enticing words. But just at that crucial moment, the
teasing bitch once again firmly squeezed the tip of her spiked heel
against that spot of the head of my cock that she had been so
successful with, stopping me right in the middle of my orgasm. And at
the same time, she was enjoying yet another climax. I just couldn't
believe it. She had led me to the brink of insanity with her wanton
manipulations, and just when I was persuaded she would finally relief
my unbearable arousal, she was once again leaving me hard and horny
with aching balls and totally soaked pants. With that she thanked me
for the drinks and got up after giving one last final squeeze to my
cock  that almost had me explode again. I tried to follow her, but my
legs were completely shaky from the state she had put me in, and I
just collapsed back on the couch. 

I must say I later compensated for my frustration by wildly jerking
off as I recalled the way she had been playing with my cock. I think I
never had such intense sensations as that expert cockteaser gave me
with her heels, and maybe it was even more arousing that she denied me
any relief at the time.



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