I didn’t know I had a fetish. Apparently I do. I always thought I was 6’1 full of chocolate but apparently I’m “vanilla”. Still unsure exactly what that means but Ill abbreviate it to tame I think. I don’t know how I stopped myself putting an add out during lockdown which said “normal guy seeks woman with lovely hands, immaculate nails, pretty toes and an insatiable lust for wearing lingerie and classy strappy patent heels around the house”. I’ve questioned myself why am I like this. I remember always remember being told “keep your nails and your shoes clean”. As a boy and had a young fresh spritely fashionable headmistress who I can remember even now used to give us a handwriting classes. She would hold the pencil and float it across the line producing the most beautiful joined up handwriting whilst I captivated would stare at her shiny gorgeous red nail varnish that was always perfectly immaculately done knowing when to say “Yes miss at exactly the right time of required consciousness”. She was so cool, had a full plain basin haircut that made her look cute, okay maybe not cute exactly but with her convertible MG , very cool.. She was strict at times. I laugh now wondering if there was an ulterior motive I was always in trouble. There was something about her and her perfume and though I was only 9 at the time I think I liked receiving a good dressing down every now and then from her. Ooof she was fiercely strict at times but insanely classy with it. I used to stand there being told of thinking,”thats perfume!” I still to this day get tickled by a classy red or french manicure, pedicure. I can’t stand woman who do long diva like nail extensions like the longer the nail the more woman they are, or wear nail varnish that’s chipped or have a blob left just in the middle of the nail like the salon only employed children or there just wasn’t enough food in their house. That was a joke by the way. Either way my guts would roll and my skin tugs in the other direction when I saw it. Someone I’m not interested in I’m like cool its your thing, whatever. Someone I’m interested in and my mind cries like. “Why!?” Why would you do that to yourself. No nail varnish is totally way more sexy than nail varnish that’s not done well.
Sorry did you say you wanted kids when you can’t even manage your nail varnish? What I’m just asking
Totally understood that moment when Eddy Murphy rolled back the quilt to see Robin Givens feet in Coming to America. Uh uh hell no. Heels, (strappy, patent and classy) and pretty toes all the way. I’ll be calm on the outside but on the inside that woman won’t know I’ve already removed her clothing and taken her in an abundance of positions and locations. Definitely not in the gentlemanly manner her dress code should elicit either. There’s just something special about how a woman stands boldly in heels, as if her beauty and form is so golden she deserves to be presented on pedestals. How do you woman do it? Some do it with grace and poise so well that they glide. Its like they float in front of you and they’re your height! I just want to confess this lockdown and seeing no woman in high heels has been overwhelming for me. Tissue please? No dancing, no nightclubs, no bars, no restaurant. No voyeurism at all. Unbelievable. People talking about their jab whilst I’m thinking what style heels will I see today.
A woman in heels is important to a man. Like cmon, There are just two different me’s when a woman walks well by in heels, the reserved person on the outside and the absolute beast on the inside. I mean is it normal when a woman smiles in that moment to see her absolutely naked and her legs directed by whichever direction I’m choosing to hold her heels? Yes I laugh when Lionel Richie’s Dancing on the Ceiling enters my mind because I’m sure he must have known. Why is it so damn sexy?!! Over lockdown I tried joining a fetish website but saw way too many acronyms to remember and not one of them said “ a person who likes making love to a woman wearing heels”.
I love a woman in a pair of heels and will be privately worshipping with oohs and aaahs as she walks but no I don’t fancy my balls busted or having a heel shoved where the sun doesn’t shine. Apparently I’m tame but I’m good with that. To me I’m just visual, like to be in control, like a classy woman with a tad bit of fox, vixen who likes being submissive. Where’s the both hands up cant help it emoji? Kinda old school I suppose. Just love the idea of my partner and I going out and she’s dressed like this and I can’t wait to get alone with take her anywhere before we even get home. Her also smiling, with the knowing and wanting of the same is “wheres the fire emoji” Damn it this is a newspaper! So sad to see woman acting all tough nowadays and the feminist (have no idea how to get along with men sisterhood lol) movement. Subservience isn’t a weakness it’s a strength. A woman who needs nothing and yet gives herself to you as a man is some serious grown up sexy shi…. And anyway whose really being subservient, the woman for giving herself to the man or the man being given permission to take her as HER offering and please her in the best possible way his limited neandethal mind can imagine?
I’ve an acquaintance who knows what I like and is completely submissive to it. Well okay maybe not completely, sometimes she wants to talk me to death beforehand. Okay mostly submissive then. It’s not only one way traffic though, I definitely reciprocate appreciation for a woman’s effort and styling and being the gentleman I would make sure she felt appreciated. It’s probably been going on too long admittedly on both our sides but I’m at the stage it’s actually challenging to imagine making love to a woman who doesn’t tick the above boxes. I’m a DIY guy: Lockdown stroke boredom has made me a little more adventurous. I said in jest I was going to tie her down one day. Coincidently I then found a long new sash rope that had been in my DIY cupboard. I remember cutting it into 4 equal lengths and sending her the photo. She understood. She came round a few days later and we played dominoes for forfeits. She still owes me one or two! Sometimes we didn’t even bother playing. She was outside in the garden very relaxed and I became bored. It was then I remembered the rope. I had imagined tying her up just outside the rear door in an x shape to the stairs above but could only see it as being an awkward encounter so decided to tie 2 strands either side of the bed. Walking outside I persuaded her to come into the bedroom she saw the rope and laughed but allowed me to bind her wrists and heel totting ankles to the headboard. Her legs were completely agape and she was completely exposed. I’d never actually done this before. It was an absolute whim. She had a slight fear and was breathing heavily yet at the same time she bit into her lip with anticipation. She said the night before when I was using it on her how her vibrator was excellent but made her feel numb. I was a hot day and I was horny as hell. There are times when we made love and times we’d just screw the hell out of each other. That’s what I wanted to do right now. She thought the vibrator was to bring her pleasure. It was and it did but it was also to make her absolutely numb. It worked. I waited until she couldn’t feel anything and then put it down. I was throbbing whilst waiting for this moment and she could clearly see my response to her bound. She was already wet. I started by touching her all over. Sometimes just wafting my fingers over her nakedness, others squeezing her erect nipples beneath her arms. She moaned, I liked to hear her moan. A constant reminder of her feeling pleasure. It excited me more to hear her moan. I touched between her legs ensuring her wetness. We’d seen every bit of each other before so none of it was a suprise but to take my time and have complete focus and energy between her lips I took my finger from within her and smothered her lips with herself. I positioned myself at the tip of her entrance and smoothly slid my tongue into her mouth the same time I into her. At one point I secured my lips around hers and listened for her to breath through her nose whilst I positioned myself nearly all out. On her inward breath in one movement I slid myself completely in and at the the same time sucked out the exclaimed breath which with the surprise she forgot to use her nose for. I removed my lips from hers and she breathed in. It was a beautiful short moment of surprise and control. A moment when you know and feel that your breath is being controlled. Not one I would ever suggest for a long period of time but I get the feeling there are people out there who specialise in that kind of thing. Respectively whilst I love a little bit of adventure, both of us alive and well is the more pleasurable option. I did continue to remove all hell from her. Well so I thought. It was absolutely great apart from the fact when I loosed her she was smiling like hell. Or maybe that was me. Clearly I didn’t read the manuel and forgot I’d have to put in all the work! Great, I thought collapsing with a sigh.
She hasn’t brought any new heels in Lockdown and apparently lost the red ones. Not sure how a grown woman looses her strappy red patent heels or maybe I’m not sure if I want to. Whatever, the memories won’t have be forgotten easily. We have a few running jokes as banter sometimes. She gives as good as she gets I can assure you. Sometimes I think of her as the mop lady.
She knows whats about to happen when she see’s with the bucket and mop close by. We’ve shared many sexual episodes especially over the influence and we both know what happens when my fingers go there. She absolutely looses it. She can’t handle it and I absolutely love the power. Normally it’s been a massage and me bloody well doing it! She fights the fact she has to wear heels even for a massage that’s my forfeit but always seems to loose that argument. She has these uncontrollable tremors throughout. I only do a strong massage. Not enough to hurt but enough to make sure her senses are fully heightened and on tip toes watching as she squeezes the life out of and buries her moans in the pillow. Just as well because I’ve only realised how thin my bedroom walls are. I’ll skip to the part she’s all done and I flip her over and start to specifically concentrate on her, her “Mini” she calls it. Gently at first, in a slow circular motion, loosing the occasional finger momentarily. Ill watch as the legs tremors and she starts to buck. Her clit is hidden but very sensitive. A gentle flick always gets her mouth to suddenly part as her whole body winces momentarily. Quick left and right brushing with the tips of my hand across her move her. Sometimes when I know she’s getting to the point of no return I’ll just stop, keeping my hands completely stationary but just applying a monotonous pressure. This teases the hell out of her anticipation. She hates it and loves it at the same time. Ill get off the bed reach down and drag her by the ankles to the beds edge and place her heels wide apart and firmly on the floor (They never stay there). Ill reapply the pressure again to the same spot I left and watch her bite her lip. Then start moving my hand again slowly at first, whilst the other presses her firmly down between her breasts so she cannot get up. She knows exactly what I’m going with this but she never chooses this moment to fight it strangely. As I move my hand faster and faster she’d start to take deeper breaths and moan more. Now I’d insert my fingers inside her. She’d then grip the bed and move upwards and away. I’d stop and bring her back to the position. She would say “no” yet the squelching noise between her legs would say different. She was thoroughly wet now which allowed my fingers to move with ease. I’d move my hand faster in an up and down position. She would with both hands grab my moving wrist to slow me down, panting and uttering a gentle whimful “no” yet at the same time I’d feel her legs part that little bit more as her grip on my wrist strengthened. The moans would become louder, she would become wetter and her legs would close. Her stomach and legs would tremble whilst she would clench both her hands and thighs around my wrist until finally, her whole body would let go and she would orgasm. She would squirt so hard. I loved how at this point she’d clamp her legs together in what to her was embarrassing but to me was attractive. Clenched thighs still wrapped around my wrist I’d play with her for a while more. Her verbal resistance was futile, her body spoke louder. Again and again she would orgasm and orgasm. I’d enjoy seeing her biting her lip with her eyes closed in those moments. Then she’d open them and her eyes would roll back and her body would shudder. Absolute possession!! Thank God they would rolled back together is all I can say, really don’t want them roll in different directions. What a sight. My hand was soaked, the floor was soaked and her legs would glisten. Something real hot and sexy to see her lay there exhausted and panting in her heels stood soaked in a puddle of herself. She’d always want to use the bathroom after and I’d help her to her feet. Slightly sadistic I suppose to see her wobble and use the wall to catch her balance on the way to the bathroom I know, but also very seriously sexy. It’s like watching a woman navigate sand or wet grass in heels. Part of you wants to help but the other part wants to just appreciate her in that moment. Maybe I lost the game of dominoes but ladies there is a way then even when a man looses to you you can make it sooo good. She’d return from the bathroom and I’d lay on the bed and chuckle seeing her stagger back in, her hair all over the place looking an absolute mess. If there is ever a time for a person to look their absolute worst, this is the moment. Every single time she would excuse the way she came and be lost for words with embarrassment yet to me that is always such a beautiful moment, regardless of context. Nothing like seeing a woman mop herself off the floor, still wearing heels. So much so there have been a few times she never got to finish before she was dragged unceremoniously back on the bed. She’ll say no more but the second I’d enter she’d absolutely embrace the moment. A real classy vixen.
Surrender can be a beautiful option if done well and only some woman are able to do it. I’m not perfect but I know I’d do my best to satisfy a woman. So ladies if your man or a man asks you to wear a pair of heels. We know they’re uncomfortable. Maybe just put them on without resistance. If hes a good man he’ll know exactly what to do. If not, guide him. There is an awesome power, beauty and sensitivity in a woman when you don a pair of heels. It only becomes more powerful when he knows your doing it especially for him. Even if he’s a bit weird.
Today I’ve now found a very small belt. Its hers. I found a ring last week and a belt this week. At a time where I miss sex like fuck and every woman that speaks to me becomes an object in my imagination here I am with a belt. Its a thin tan leather belt with a bronzish metal strap. Hardly something I can meet her in a crowded place and just slip to her. I could slip her the ring but its a bit more obvious slipping her a belt. Its actually a nice leather belt. Nice and strong leather. Kind of sexy in a way when I think about it. I’m wondering what it could be used for other than going around her waist. I remember watching whorestrainer last week when he used a leash around a womans neck. I could certainly imagine using this belt around her neck. Wrapping it around my wrist a few times. Its so hot the feeling of control. Her naked with some heels on and some sexy underwear. A bra and suspenders, maybe crutchless knickers. Hair done, nails painted, perfume, ankle chain… and a sweet glossy lipstick. A powerful thought imagining leading her around the flat. Both walking and on her hands and knees. She has a sweet pink tongue. This belt reminds of how nice the thought of tying her to something and having her wait obediently for me like her master. Proudly just there on her ankle and knees, back erect, tits proud with her hands palm down on her knees. Saying nothing just waiting patiently and obediently. Not even looking at me. Sitting proud looking straight ahead. Waiting to be commanded. I think I’d walk past her for a while like she wasn’t there. Maybe I’d have the lights off with the blind open at night and have her kneeling and staring at Canary Wharf, silently. I’d walk over and run my fingers through her hair. Gripping it and pulling it back until she looked up at me. I know I’d be hard with pre-come starting to ooze. I’d have to at some point close the curtain and turn the light on. She looks amazing when she’s moaning. Face all made up looking soft and peachy, lips looking suckulant. Me standing over her with my hard black cock, slowly smothering it across her soft pink face. I’d make her part her lips and put my fingers in her mouth. Id take her saliva and start to wipe it on my dick in front of her. I’d order her to spit on it. Again and again and again until it dripped. Then order her to stick her tongue out and just look at her. Tantalisingly I’d turn around and and squat over her. Tug the belt around her neck a bit tighter pulling her face into my bum. Ive had her tongue in my ass before and it was bliss. With one hand on the belt, I’d reach back and hold her hair with the other and pull her face into my bum more. I’d arch my back and gyrate my hips on her face, sometimes pulling the lead and her hair forcing her naughty pink tongue in my ass, letting her wiggle it around giving me waves of extasy. Then i’d turn around and sit the tip of my dick on her tongue. Just resting it there whilst I take in her wet pinkness supporting my cock. Tongue out in silence I’d pour some (she likes) Malibu into her awaiting open mouth. I know shed gag but that’s the point. I watch the excess dribble down her face. I’d position my cock over her mouth and slowly pour it onto me and watch it trickle off the edge of my tip into her mouth. Watch as her gag reflex cuts in with each gulp. Id pour a little of the bottle straight on her face. Her glossy lipstick is truelly glistening now. Id rub my balls on her face now getting them a bit wet and then return my cock to her mouth. I’d command her to keep her mouth open whilst I slide my cock into her mouth, just on her tongue. I’d gyrate my hips for a while. I’d tell her to close her eyes and lips around it. I’d pause and watch her chest below heave as she breathed through her nose . So fucking sexy to see her not talking but being absolutely subservient to my needs. Actually shed have her glasses on. She has a good secretarial look and Ive always wanted to wipe my dick on her lenses as she looked up at me. Continuing I’d slowly release the lead and grab her head with both hands and watch her lips stretch around my girth. Occasionally taking myself out and smouthering her face with her saliva from my dick. Placing myself back in I’d lean back and look at the ceiling. Not looking at her I’d continue for a while slowly. Occasionally forcing myself balls deep and feeling her suffer a gag. Give her a pause for a few seconds and then continue. She would on command reach up and start playing with my nipples sensuously. I would give her permission to stand and give each nipple a good sucking. She could hold my back and apply firm pressure keeping me in position whilst her naughty tongue sucked hard. One of her hands permissioned to stray down and work my cock as she did so. Excited I’d command her back to her knees. This time she could hold my ass as she hungrily devoured my meat in her mouth. Its great when she gets it wet, saliva dripping, I know I’m close. Just as I’m about to come I command her to place her hands palm down on her legs again. I tell her open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She is so obedient its a turn on. I position the tip on her tongue and watch my throbbing cock orgasm onto her tongue. I pull back her hair a little which tilts her head higher and closely watch my seamen dribble down her tongue towards her throat and disappear in a gag.
I just told her she left her belt. Awkward moment when she said it wasn’t hers. Just taken a closer look to find it has Scotch and Soda on it and it actually belonged to me though I’d never worn it. Gotta laugh. Well it’s the thought that counts ay.
Okay gotta go and do some shopping. Think i’ll add a large bottle of Malibu to the list, (wink wink).
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