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The Professor's Dream Come True


By slave shoelicker        slvshlkr@best.com


Professor Don Conway taught biology at a California university.  He was
thirty-six years old and had never married.  He didn't mind being
single.  Not that he had much in the way of a normal sex life.  But
working at the university had given him the opportunity to see hundreds
of gorgeous young coeds which gave him ample material to engage in his
favorite pastime---masturbating while fantasizing about the luscious
young things he saw on a daily basis.


The school had a strict policy forbidding professors from having affairs
with their students, and Don had exhibited a noble effort over his
career keeping to it.  Besides, it was quite unlikely that these young
innocent girls would be likely to satisfy his need to be dominated and
humiliated at their feet.  They never failed to live up to his
expectations in his masturbation sessions.  So he vowed to stay single
and continue to satisfy his desires in the privacy of his home with his
stash of coed pictures and stories of domination so dear to his heart.


Spring break was about to begin, and Don was going to use the time to
visit New Orleans for Mardi Gras, which he hadn't been to in years.  He
was teaching his last class on Thursday, and would be leaving the next
morning.


Most of the professors disliked teaching intro-biology because of the
large class size and all the freshman who were only taking it to fulfill
their science requirement.  But Don loved the class.  It gave him a
large selection of young beauties to aid his perverse fantasies.


This class in particular was better than most he could remember.  Two
very pretty girls always sat in the first row seats directly in front of
him, and they knew how to dress.  It was as if they read Don's mind.


Kelly and Claire were best of friends.  Kelly was a blond haired blue
eyed beauty who was a teen magazine cover girl.  She was a fabulous
dresser who knew how to show off her luscious legs and ass.  Claire was
an arrogant auburn haired beauty, who dressed in very tight fitting and
revealing clothes.


Don was lucky he could teach this class in his sleep, because these
girls kept him very distracted.  He had a hard time keeping his eyes off
their pretty legs, which always seemed to move whenever he did manage to
tear his eyes away, bringing his attention right back.  Today, Claire
was in a micro black mini with patent leather high heels.  Every time he
managed to turn away, she would start swinging her leg or twisting her
foot at the ankle.


When she began dangling the heel from her toe tips, Don got up quickly
and turned to face the board to write some notes, but mainly to keep
from staring at Claire's lovely legs.  He glanced down at his crotch to
see the boner that sprung to attention while he was gawking a minute
ago.


As he was writing some pointers for the class, he heard the clickity
clack of a high heel fall to the tile floor.  He froze, knowing it must
have been Claire's whose dangling heel had just moments ago forced him
to turn away, as there was no other way he could tear his eyes away from
the sight of her naked foot.  Yet he was now consumed with a desire to
see it.  He had never seen her bare foot, and he needed to see it now.


Don returned to his desk quickly, hoping no one would notice the bulge
in his pants.  There was Claire's foot, slowly swinging with the heel on
the floor below it.  It was so lovely, with a pale pink toenail polish.
He was mesmerized by it, and brought back to reality only as the class
began to talk amongst themselves.


Don needed to do something.  Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.


"I know many of you are looking forward to the spring break.  Well so am
I.  I suspect you are all having a hard time concentrating, so I am
going to let the class out early, and we will pick up here after the
recess.  Have a good break," he said as the class began to yell its
approval.  A nice recovery he thought to himself.


The class emptied quickly, but Claire remained seated and Kelly shot Don
a precious smile she walked toward the exit.  Claire sat there diddling
in her notebook and swinging her magnificent foot.  Don reached under
the desk to adjust the position of his rock hard penis, hoping Claire
wouldn't notice, while he pretended to shuffle some papers.  Just then,
Claire lifted her eyes, smiled seductively, and pointed the toe of her
foot at the heel on the floor.


"Time to be leaving don't you think Professor Conway?" she said with a
smirk on her heavenly face.


She traced her toe along the shiny heel as Don tried to compose himself
while watching her foot with fascination.


"Ahh, yes, I should be going shortly, ahh, and what is keeping you
Claire, that's your name, right?" he stammered.


"Right you are professor.  I'm just trying to make sense of the notes I
took at the end of class.  You didn't seem to explain things as clearly
as you normally do," she picked up the high heel with her toe tips, and
dangled it momentarily before slipping her foot into it.


Don craned his neck to see Claire's pretty foot disappear into the
shoe.  He sat there in exquisite agony as his level of arousal increased
several notches.  Claire got up and walked toward the desk.  She sat
along the edge, and her mini-skirt revealed almost all of her firm young
legs.  She put her notebook down in front of him, and he heard the sound
of her foot slip from the heel as her leg began once again to swing
slowly with the shoe dangling from her toes.  Don was torn.  From her
position, she might be able to see his swollen cock, but if he scooted
in to hide it under the desk, he would be denied the sight of her foot
as it so alluringly swung off to the side of the desk.


"What do you make of this professor?" Claire said innocently.


"Humm?" Don responded in his most distracted state.


"What do you make of these notes from today?" Claire said in her sweet
voice.


"Oh, I ah, I ah, ...fully intend to cover all of that once again when we
get back from spring break.  Don't' let it bother you now.  I promise to
clarify it all for you when class starts up again after recess," Don
blurted out, knowing full well that despite how well he knew the
material, he couldn't make sense of it with Claire sitting so close to
him.


Sweat was running down his face as Claire straightened her leg just off
to the side of his head, giving him a close up view, and shook the shoe
back on to her foot.


"Are you O. K. professor?" she asked.  "You look a little hot under the
collar," she said giggling as she slowly got up and took her notebook
from the desk, 'accidentally' knocking a pen into Don's lap, tapping his
fully erect penis on the head.


He gasped, "Ah, yes Claire, I'm quite all right.  It's just a little hot
for this time of year."


"Oh, I didn't notice.  But then my bare legs are probably keeping me
cool.  See ya around professor," Claire said, turning and walking for
the exit.


Don breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her magnificent body move so
gracefully out the door in her provocative high heels.  He couldn't
wait.  His balls were hurting they were so blue.  He opened his fly and
started jerking himself off.  He closed his eyes and recalled the image
of Claire sitting on his desk, imagining he was on his knees before her
kissing and licking her shoes and feet as she mocked and laughed at him
for his servile behavior.  He came in a matter of moments and relished
the image in his mind as he worshipped Claire's lovely feet.


"Oh professor, I forgot to say 'have a good recess,'" Claire's voice
broke the silence shocking Don from his ecstatic state as she stood in
the doorway smiling with what appeared to be a wicked grin.


It took all Don could muster to compose himself for a response to this
teen vixen.  "Yes Claire, thank you.  And you do the same.  See you in a
little over a week," he said in clipped words wondering how long she had
been standing there, his hand covered in his cum.


Claire giggled slightly and left once again.  Don cursed himself for his
sloppiness.  He had never been caught even leering at a coed, and now he
was sitting at his desk masturbating.  He went over things in his mind,
where she was standing and where he was seated.  He felt that it was
unlikely she would have notice anything if she had just walked in, which
she most likely had.  He vowed to be more careful in the future, cleaned
himself up, and went home to pack.


The next morning, Don was on a plane to New Orleans.  He sat there
dreamily thinking about the lovely sights of the prior day, convinced
that an innocent girl such as Claire was not likely to have known what
he was doing.  The trip went quickly, and Don was excited about Mardi
Gras in New Orleans.  He got to his hotel and changed into the costume
he had made to help him enter the frame of mind that Mardi Gras had to
offer.


Professor Conway was an ornithologist by specialty.  He studied birds.
His costume of choice was a Stellar Jay.  A popular bird in the state of
California.  It was Friday before fat Tuesday and the French quarter was
already crowded with people in the late afternoon.  He made his way
outside to watch a parade that was passing through.  He loved the
friendly interaction of all the people down here for the party of the
year.


He made several friends who remarked about the quality of his costume
and was even invited to a party that night near his hotel in the
quarter.  Don had an early dinner and walked the quarter in the warm
evening air.  He stepped inside an adult bookstore to browse the fetish
and S&M section.  It was near time for him to go to the party, and he
walked out the door to make his way there.


All of a sudden, he heard a commotion, and two people screaming, "We
caught you, we caught you."


Don turned to see two girls, one holding each of his arms.  They were
dressed in very sexy catsuits.  Skin tight fitting black spandex
unitards with tails attached to their tushes, and whiskers painted on
their faces.  He was shocked, unsure about what was happening.  These
two 'catgirls' were giggling up a storm.


"Hi professor Conway," he heard one of them say, and he realized it was
Kelly.  She was dressed all in black except for white gloves on her
hands and white anklet socks on her feet.  Her outfit fit so tight, it
was like a second skin.  Don could not believe how perfect she looked,
and her warm smile cut right through him making him feel like a
schoolboy.


"Well, well professor.  What were you doing in there?"  He heard
Claire's voice.  Why was it she always made him so uncomfortable?  "Were
you being a bad boy?" Claire giggled.


"No, I was ahh, just looking to see what ahh, what...," Don stammered.


"Come now professor," Claire said with that wicked grin.  "You were
being a bad boy.  How would my father, Dean Witherspoon, feel about one
of his professors frequenting dirty bookstores?  Hmmm?  You did know my
father was Dean of the school, didn't you?"


Claire pressed against him slightly.  She was dressed in the same black
catsuit, but was wearing those four inch black patent leather heels that
'clicked' along with each step they took.


Don hadn't known that her father was the dean.  What was going on here,
he thought to himself.


"OH professor...," Claire said, jarring him from the stupor he appeared
to be in as he tried to absorb all that was going on.  "It looks like
the cats have 'caught the canary,' so to speak.  You know what happens
to birds which are foolish enough to be caught by cats?  Hmmm?"


Don was too dumbfounded to think clearly.  Things were happening too
fast.


"Well I would have thought you were smarter than that, professor.  Birds
caught by cats are generally eaten alive," Claire said as Kelly giggled
and skipped along next to him.  "You've been caught red handed
professor," Claire smiled wickedly, as she held a video camera in her
hand.  "I don't think dad can approve of perverts teaching at his
school, but I don't think that we will eat you alive so quickly, Donny
dear.  Now we might just let you 'live' and continue teaching, if you
agree to do exactly as we say.  But it is not going to be easy for you.
You might just be better off giving up your job now, and be on your
way.  What do you say?"


Don looked at Kelly and her sweet face.  How bad could it be to spend
some time with such an angel.  Then he looked at Claire.  Perhaps he had
underestimated her.  Maybe she wasn't as innocent as she seemed.  In any
event, he couldn't give up his job.  It was his life.  He couldn't
imagine doing anything else.


"Look Claire, please don't tell your dad.  I really was just curious
about what was inside.  I don't think its fair for you to take advantage
of me like this," Don pleaded.


"Just curious, hey?" Claire mused.  "How long were you in there?"


"Just a few minutes, really.  Not long at all," he said hopefully.


"Liar!"  Claire said angrily.  "We caught you going in almost an hour
ago," she said holding up the camcorder.  "Lets just see what you were
doing in there," as Claire turned us around and took us back to the
adult store.  Kelly giggled delightfully as I squirmed uncomfortably in
my predicament.


"Claire, this is not necessary, really," Don said apprehensively.


"Look, you can leave right now and take your chances when my dad sees
the tape, or you can do exactly as we say," Claire said in a definitive
tone.  "So make your choice," as she and Kelly walked in the door.


Don couldn't risk being exposed.  He followed the teens into the
bookstore.


"Hello," Claire smiled at the man behind the counter.  "Do you remember
seeing birdman in here a little while ago?"


"Yea," he laughed.  "How could I forget."


"What was he doing in here?" she asked.


"Watchin the movies," he gestured.  "Pretty sure the ones in booth eight
and eleven.  Bought enough credits to see them all the way through as I
recall," as he looked mockingly at Don.


"Pay the man again professor," Claire said in a commanding way.


Don made no comment and handed over a twenty.  The girls went to the
back of the store and perused the choice of flicks in booth eight and
eleven.  They chose booth eight.  It had a picture of a young Japanese
woman dressed in a schoolgirl outfit holding a riding crop.  At her
feet, was a man on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back.  A collar
and leash attached to him.  He was kissing her shoes as she stood
regally above him.  The girls turned and giggled at Don who was ashen
with shame.


"Wait here!" Claire ordered, as they entered the booth.


Don's ears burned as he heard the vixens laughing hysterically as the
movie played.  He went over the scenes in his mind.  A young Japanese
schoolgirl accepts a man as her slave because he cannot repay a debt.
It was heavy on the schoolgirl fetish, foot and shoe worship, ass
worship, heavy S&M, and ends with toilet service.  In between it
contained just about every kind of perverse act Don could think of.  He
stood there at a loss for what to do.


The girls exited the booth with Kelly snickering and Claire shaking her
head.


"I see why you enjoy your job so much and why you can't keep your eyes
off our legs and asses," Claire said as if she were lecturing a naughty
boy.  Don hung his head in shame.  "You have been using us and all the
other young girls on campus to satisfy your perverse fantasies, haven't
you?"


"Claire, I don't think..."

"Don't lie to me!  You had better be completely open and truthful with
us or you can kiss your career good-bye," Claire snapped.  "You are
going to have to make amends for using us, and we are going to have to
see to your punishment for all your past transgressions, and to see that
you have learned the error of your ways.  If we are not satisfied that
you have been taught a lesson in respect for all the coeds you have used
in the past, and that you will change your behavior in the future, we
will have no choice but to have you banished as a teacher."


"Now, do you want to take the chance and profess your innocence, or do
you admit you are guilty as charged," Claire said in all seriousness as
Kelly was bursting with excitement at Don's hopeless predicament.


Don felt he might be able to talk his way out of trouble, but that was
before the fact that Claire was Dean Witherspoon's daughter.  It was
hard to imagine the consequences if he were to be publicly exposed.  He
had no choice.  He looked at Claire.  She had a grin which said, 'I'm
the cat that swallowed the canary.'  She knew what his response would
be.  What it had to be.


Don hung his head and he saw Kelly's lovely legs.  His loins stirred as
he murmured, "guilty," dejectedly.


"So everything that Claire says is true professor Conway?" Kelly asked
inquisitively as she swayed coquettishly with all her schoolgirl charm.


Don had been quite embarrassed to admit everything to Claire, but he
could not describe the utter humiliation he was feeling at having to
admit this to Kelly.  His head hung low as he watched her shuffle her
pretty feet.  The white frilly lace anklet socks provided such a
contrast to the black spandex catsuit and the black patent leather
maryjane schoolgirl shoes she wore.  His cock was most uncomfortable now
as it quickly throbbed to full mast in his blue tights.


"Damn," he thought to himself.  What a terrible choice of costumes he
had made.  There would be no hiding his excitement from the teens in
this flimsy thing.


"Is it true Professor Conway?" Kelly's sweet voice cut through him,
striking deep within him.  The intensity of the humiliation was beyond
anything he could imagine, and it caused an excitement in his loins he
had not thought possible.


"Yes Kelly," he whispered, and the self-abasement of that admission to
this sweet innocent girl brought him to the brink of ejaculation as he
swooned in the erotic ecstasy coursing through him.


"Look at you," Claire admonished as if talking to a ten year old.  "You
can't even look at her without getting a boner.  You should be ashamed
of yourself.  We most certainly have our work cut out for us Kelly, if
we are going to be able to teach Donny here a lesson and insure he has
learned the error of his ways.  I expect full and complete obedience
from you professor.  We only have a little more then a week before
classes start again, and if I don't feel you have been changed
sufficiently by then, I'm afraid you won't be returning to the
university.  I see that your current 'state' suggests that we will have
to take drastic measures to insure compliance."


"Did I do that to him?" Kelly asked innocently.


Don couldn't respond to her.  He was so ashamed of himself.


"Answer her!" Claire demanded in no uncertain terms.


"Yes Kelly," he responded, almost in tears from the shame he felt.


Claire walked to the leather and toys section of the store.  She picked
up a riding crop and returned to where they stood.  She quickly brought
the crop down in three successive blows to Don's penis.  He shrieked in
agony as the pain shot through him.  The cropping had its desired effect
as his raging hard on quickly subsided.


"Oh my," Kelly exclaimed as she witnessed Don's punishment.


"We can't have you making such a ruckus again," Claire said, selecting a
red ball gag off the shelf and then holding it out in front of Don's
face.  "Put this on.  You will have to learn how to accept your
punishment in a more respectful fashion.  It bothers Kelly to hear
screams of pain," Claire said smiling at him as she clearly was enjoying
herself as she humiliated her professor further.


Don looked with horror at the ball gag.  He couldn't believe Claire was
making him do this.  He hesitated momentarily and the crop lashed out,
smacking his ass covered only with the thin blue tights.  He yelped,
stifling his screams, and quickly took the gag.  Don put it on as Kelly
giggled at his ridiculous appearance.  Claire then checked to insure it
was as tight as it could be, and went back to select some other items.


Don stood there as Kelly looked at him and brought her hand to her lips,
attempting to hold back her laughter.  He could say nothing as he stood
there, wishing there was a hole somewhere he could crawl into and die.


Claire held the crop under his chin, and twisted his head so he was
looking into her mocking eyes.  She held out a metal studded leather dog
collar and Don went to grab it.  She dropped it on the floor just as he
was about to take it, and it landed by Claire and Kelly's feet.  Don
began to stoop to pick it up, when Claire brought the crop down against
the back of his knees, bending them forward and knocking him to the
floor.


He knelt there in front of these two beautiful teens, looking up at
them.  Kelly snickering at him, and Claire smirking triumphantly.  He
looked at the collar, which landed right by their feet.  His eyes were
drawn to the feet of these young vixens.  The light glinting of the
shiny patent leather of Kelly's maryjanes.  Such a beautiful innocent
girl he thought.  He was ashamed that he had used her lovely image so
often to satisfy his perverse desires.  But even as he thought it, his
cock stirred at the pretty sight.  He could see her foot flexing under
the soft leather, and he felt lightheaded at the wonderful sight.  He
wanted desperately to throw himself at her feet and cover them with
loving kisses.


Claire slid her heel forward and nudged the collar toward where Don
knelt on all fours.  Don tore his eyes away from Kelly's feet, and
picked up the collar.   He was about to stand up when Claire
interjected:


"Don't even think about getting up."


On his knees before them, he took the studded collar and affixed it to
his neck.  The self-abasing act draining him of self respect.  He sobbed
silently into the gag at what he had become Yet he did it to himself.
What choice did he have if he wanted to return to his teaching job that
he loved so dearly?


Claire then reached out and attached a metal chain leash to the collar,
giving it a slight tug for effect.  She handed the lead to Kelly, who
took it tentatively, not sure what to do with it.  Don then saw Claire
with what appeared to be something similar to handcuffs, only the chain
linking the clasps was very short, making it look like a figure eight.
She walked behind him, and he felt one clasp being attached to his arm
just above the elbow.  Claire pulled on his other arm, yanking his other
elbow into the middle of his back so that the other clasp could be
attached.  She couldn't quite stretch his arms back that far to make the
connection.


"Get on your belly," Claire ordered.


Don fell flat on his stomach.  His face was now inches from Kelly's
pretty feet, and despite what Claire was doing to him, he lusted for
her.  His cock once again straining in the tights.  As he gazed upon her
beautiful young legs, Kelly giggled at his prostrate body.  The sound of
her laughter burning in his ears.  He felt Claire put her knee into the
small of his back for leverage, and force his elbows together to connect
the clasps.  He felt pain as his elbows stretched to meet in the small
of his back.


"That should clip his wings," Claire said in reference to his costume.
"Get up," she ordered.


With his arms bound behind him, Don had to push his face into the floor
to get to his knees.  He then rose to his feet, and Claire attached
another pair of figure eight cuffs to his wrists.  He was totally
helpless.  Unable to move his arms at all, and they ached from being
stretched into this awkward position.


"My my, you seem to be enjoying the games we are playing," Claire
remarked as she noticed the damp spot at his crotch from the pre-cum
which had been leaking out in his aroused state.  She tapped the crop in
the palm of her hand as she stood before him watching him sweat as he
waited with apprehension at what she would do.  She looked right into
Don's gagged face and his eyes pleaded with her for mercy.


Claire took a step back, and let fly three quick blows to his engorged
penis.  The pain was intense, yet the bright red ball gag adequately
muffled his screams.  Once again, Claire obtained the desired effect and
his cock shriveled from the agony.


"There, now we can take you outside.  We wouldn't want you arrested for
lewd behavior now would we," Claire laughed at her wickedness.


At that point, Don observed Claire walking over to the fellow behind the
counter.  He held her camcorder in his hand and he had been filming the
whole scene for Claire who wanted to preserve the moment on film.


"Let's go Kelly," Claire said as she walked out the door.


Kelly looked at Don.  The leash she held was about five feet long.


"You look very silly professor.  Are you sure you want to go out like
this?" Kelly asked giggling.


Don looked at Claire who was holding the door open.  She slowly tapped
the crop impatiently against her firm young thigh.  Despite Kelly's
offer, he knew he had no choice.  He shook his head 'yes,' and Kelly led
him by the leash out the door.


Even for this time of year in New Orleans, Don drew quite a few stares
and looks from the passersby.  His gate was somewhat exaggerated with
his shoulders curved back.  It was very awkward for him to move with his
arms completely immobilized behind his back.  He walked as if he had
sway back, with his stomach sticking out in front of him.


As Kelly "walked him," Don glanced at her perfect form.  She was as
perfect as any women he had ever seen.  Her attractiveness was beyond
description.  He turned away as his eyes traveled down her long, lean,
nubile body to her fantastic legs.  The sight was too much for his
libido to take, and he felt his sore dick stirring once again.  He
didn't need to risk the crop again, so he diverted his eyes.  He noticed
they were fast approaching his hotel, but he was not sure where they
were taking him.  Then Claire took a turn and entered the hotel.  Kelly
led him inside and Claire stood there to greet them.


"On your knees donnyboy," Claire ordered.


Don did as he was told.  It couldn't be any more humiliating than his
present appearance, and Claire was not hesitating to use her crop.  He
struggled to crawl on his knees and keep up with the girls as they made
their way to the elevators.  At the elevator, Claire signaled with the
crop for Don to enter, and he made his way to he back.  He turned on his
knees and Kelly's firm young ass was inches in front of his face.  He
had never been so close to her and he was transfixed on the wonderful
sight.  The tight spandex of the catsuit was revealing it in all its
magnificent splendor.  As shapely as any he had ever seen in all his
days searching the girlie mags.  He most certainly would have been
drooling over it if it weren't for the ball gag he was wearing.


The door open on his floor strangely, and they exited the elevator.  A
maid was walking down the hallway as Claire remarked:


"Oh my, you are out of control again," she chastised.  "Were you peeking
at Kelly's butt in the elevator?"


The sweat started to form on his brow.  Don shook his head no, hoping to
save himself from the crop.


"Well then, you have no excuse, you pervert.  Get up!"


Don rose to his feet, and started moaning into the gag, attempting to
plead for mercy.  Claire let fly three wicked blows.  Don reeled in
pain.  The maid passing by shouted "Right on sister."


"Now, were you peeking at Kelly in the elevator?" Claire asked again.


Don shook his head emphatically yes.


Whap, whap, whap!  The crop landed on his buttocks.  "We can't have you
lying to us donnyboy," Claire admonished.


Whap, whap, whap.  Three more blows rained down.


"If I catch you lying again, this will seem like a love tap by
comparison," Claire glared as Don's chest heaved from the punishment.
He believed with all certainty that she would no doubt follow through if
she caught him.  There was little doubt he had learned his lesson.


Claire guided them to Don's room, and he wondered how long they had been
following him.  She reached into his makeshift pocket and took his
wallet and keys.  She opened the door and entered.  Kelly followed
leading Don by the leash.  Claire stopped him by the door.


"In here you will remain on your knees at all times," she warned.


Don got down in a hurry and scurried after the girls.  Claire sat on the
edge of the bed, and Kelly dropped the lead, leaving Don in the middle
of the floor.


"Kelly," Claire spoke, "perhaps you should go back to our place and pick
up our things to bring back here.  This is so much nicer, don't you
think?"


"Yes it is so very nice, but it's not our room.  Where would professor
Conway stay?" Kelly responded, as she had not yet deciphered Claire's
game plan.


"Oh I don't believe that will be a problem, do you donnyboy?" Claire
said looking at the figure on his knees and fighting back the urge to
laugh, remaining serious for Kelly's sake.


Don shook his head, indicating that it wouldn't be a problem and that
seemed to satisfy Kelly.


"O.K.," Kelly said, "I should be back in about an hour.  Then we are
going to that party.  Is that right Claire?"


"Absolutely, Kelly.  Let’s get ready to have some fun," Claire said,
with emphasis on the word 'fun,' as she looked directly into Don's eyes.



Don watched Kelly as she walked out the door.  Claire got up and walked
to where Don was kneeling.  Don looked at her as she stood there.  Where
Kelly was the most beautiful woman Don could remember, Claire was by far
the sexiest.  Slowly, his eyes traveled up her body, from the four-inch
black patent pumps, to her lovely sweet face.


She smiled at Don as she began to peel the unitard off her shoulders.
She looked Don in the eyes as she seductively peeled it down her body,
exposing her firm young breasts.  It had been quite a long time since
Don had seen the real thing, and his eyes were wide open as he drank in
the wonderful sight.  Claire lowered it a little more, exposing her
supple stomach, stopping just short of  her pubic hairs.  Don was
transfixed.


Claire reached over, and removed the ball gag.  She stood right in front
of him.  Her young spandex covered pussy just an inch or so from his
lips.


"I could show you more donnyboy," she said.  "Would you like to see
more?"


"Yes," he said in barely a whisper, still unable to remove his eyes as
Claire swayed her hips sexily.


"All right, if you want more, you can have more, but you will have to
pay for it," Claire said tauntingly.  "Still want more?"


Don knew it was a trap, but he was desperate to see what he had only
been able to dream about.


"Yes please," Don pleaded, unable to resist the burning desire within
him.


Claire walked to the bag she carried out of the adult store, and pulled
out a hideous contraption.  It had three small loops, and a small metal
ring.


"Stand up," Claire ordered.


Don got up, looking fearfully at what he knew to be a cock and ball
harness, and by the looks of it, a painful one.  Claire yanked on his
tights, exposing his semi-erect penis.


"Lets see," Claire mused, "I guess your balls go through these,"
gesturing to two very small loops, "and this must fit around 'dicky,'"
as she smiled wickedly at him.


"Still want to see more?" she asked with an aire of delight.


Don wanted to say no, but his lust for her was far stronger than his
fear.  "Yes, pleassse!"


Claire grabbed his sac, and roughly separated his balls.  Don moaned and
reeled in pleasure. She put a loop up against one of Don's balls and
mused.


"Hmmm, it seems far too small for Mr. Ball to fit into.  I guess I'll
just have to push harder," and with that, Claire pressed her thumb into
the ball, and forced it through the loop, squeezing it through.


Don yelled in agony, and Claire glared at him.


"Keep that mouth shut until I tell you otherwise."


"Yes miss," Don said obediently, and Claire grinned with delight at his
meek response.


The loops of the harness were separated quite a bit, and Claire had to
stretch Don's other testicle to get it near the loop.  She looked Don in
the eye, then slowly pressed it through the loop, prolonging the agony.
Don bit his lip, gasped in pain, but stifled his reflex action, which
called on him to scream.


The remaining loop needed to fit around the base of his cock.  To do so,
the hard leather body of the harness would force his separated balls out
and away from his body.  They jutted out like two tight purple plumbs as
Claire affixed the last loop securely to the base of his penis.


Don wondered how long he would be forced to endure this.  Claire went
back to the bag, and returned with a short leather rawhide strip, about
four feet long.  It attached nicely to the metal ring on the harness,
and Claire stood back to admire her work.


"There now, that's better," she said taking a seat on the edge of the
bed.  "Slither over here and lie on your back at my feet."


Don got down in a hurry, and made his way over to Claire, getting on his
back at her feet.  Claire sat there and crossed her legs, slowly
swinging her heeled foot inches above Don's face, as he watched the
lovely heel swing provocatively.  He could see Claire's angelic face
appear and disappear as her foot moved.


Suddenly, Claire slipped her heel out of the shoe, and it dangled
precariously over his face.  Don's senses were assaulted with the rich
fragrance of Claire's hot feet.  She had been cooped up in those heels
all day up the muggy New Orleans weather.  Reflexively, Don inhaled
deeply as the stink wafted over him.  Claire laughed at his response to
the foul odor.


"You like the smell of these stinky feet donnyboy?" she mused.


Don didn't want to admit such a degrading thing, but he knew better then
to lie to Claire.  He saw her pick up the crop and he quickly responded.



"Yes Miss Claire, i do like the smell of your feet," he said quickly,
hoping to stave off further punishment.


Claire glared at him, letting him know her disapproval for his slow
response, but there was little time before Kelly returned, and Claire
had some things she wanted to accomplish.


"I've been in these heels all day donny, and they are a little dirty.
What are you going to do?" Claire said rhetorically.


She brought the shoe down towards his face, and the dirty sole brushed
his lips lightly.  Don had waited for a moment like this all his life.
He moaned with delight as his tongue went to work, lapping the filthy
shoe like a dog licking a succulent bone.


Claire eased back and smiled with satisfaction as she succeeded in
degrading Don even further.  She slowly peeled down her unitard,
exposing her honeybush, and began lightly stroking herself.


To be continued…. By slave shoelicker     slvshlkr@best.com



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