Mistress Loves her shoes

Mistress Kennedy strode into the opulent Louis Vuitton store on Rodeo Drive, the gleam of the polished marble floors reflecting the prestige of her presence. She wore a fitted cream dress that emphasized her curves and a pair of classic black heels that accentuated her long legs. With her long dark hair cascading over one shoulder and her piercing green eyes surveying the room, she commanded attention without uttering a single word.

As the automatic doors slid shut behind her, she felt the excitement buzz in the air. Shopping was a game of power for her, an arena where she could effortlessly exert control and demand the kind of service that was rare in everyday life. A soft chime signaled the entrance, and immediate eager eyes turned toward her.

“Welcome to Louis Vuitton, how can I assist you?” came a nervous voice from a young salesman, Nathan, who approached her with an eager smile. He was tall, with tousled dark hair and an air of polished charm, dressed in a smart tailored suit that complemented the luxurious environment.

Let the Games Begin

Mistress Kennedy returned his smile, her lips barely curling. “I’m looking for something special today,” she replied, her voice smooth and commanding. “Shoes. Something that reflects… Sex.”

“Of course, right this way,” Nathan replied, gesturing toward the back of the store where the latest collection was displayed. As they walked, Kennedy noticed the way his gaze flickered downward, a brief glance at her polished black heels.

Nathan led her to a showcase featuring the most exquisite shoes — stilettos adorned with the iconic LV monogram, chic ankle boots with rich leather finishes, and delicate sandals perfect for summer soirées. Mistress Kennedy admired them with a discerning eye, but when she turned to look at Nathan, she noticed a slight blush creeping to his cheeks as he caught sight of her feet.

“Which ones do you think would suit me?” she asked, deliberately placing her foot on the glass display case, showcasing her arch and the delicate line from her ankle to her toes. Each toe was perfectly manicured, a glossy shade of deep red that matched the understated elegance of her outfit.

“Oh wow, um…” Nathan stammered, trying to pull himself together as he glanced up at her face. “I think the stilettos would be stunning on you. They’ll elongate your legs beautifully.”

“Stilettos it is, then,” she said, a smirk dancing at the corners of her lips as she caught the way his focus refused to stray from her feet. A spark of mischief lit within her; she sensed she could toy with him, twist their transaction into something far more pleasurable for her.

Once they were seated, Nathan retrieved the first pair — a stunning set of stilettos adorned with delicate straps. As he knelt down to help her try them on, Mistress Kennedy watched him closely, the way his eyes widened in admiration. Barely able to contain her amusement, she wiggled her toes, letting the shoe slip onto her foot, and immediately found pleasure in his reaction.

“They fit like a glove,” she said, bringing her foot up for him to admire, noticing how his hands brushed against her skin as he adjusted the straps for her. “Don’t you think they deserve a little… admiration?”

Lick Them, Suck Them.

Nathan didn’t need any further encouragement. “They’re absolutely perfect,” he breathed, his voice thick with an uncharacteristic excitement. He instinctively brushed his fingers against her foot, as if belonging to an entirely different world, where shoes were not just accessories but objects of reverence.

“Do you… like feet?” Mistress Kennedy asked coyly, a teasing note in her voice.

“I—uh, I mean, feet are beautiful in their own way.” He fumbled through his answer, the sincerity in his voice mixed with embarrassment. “I mean, your feet really are elegant—there’s something exquisite about them with these shoes.”

A wicked smile crept across her face. “How about you show me just how much you appreciate them?”

Swallowing hard, Nathan nodded, recognizing he had stepped beyond the bounds of traditional service. There was a primal energy to the connection — one that ignited within the confines of lavish retail indulgence. He carefully took her foot into his hand as if it were something precious and began kissing the arch gently, each kiss filled with reverence.

Kennedy leaned back, a contented sigh escaping her lips. This was the thrill she sought — the shift in power, the intoxicating dance of dominance. With every reverent kiss, Nathan became entranced, With every flick of his tounge he found himself falling further into her spell, and with every subtle glance she directed his way, she commanded the situation entirely.

“Good boy,” she finally said, her voice rich with satisfaction. And with that, she knew this shopping experience would be anything but ordinary.

I hope you enjoyed my little tale. Are you a foot slut? Do you crave being under my arches? Call!

Whips and Kisses

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