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Subject: {ASSM} Shoe Shopping with Shae` (Mf, Exhib, BDSM)
Date: Mon,  2 Jun 2003 11:10:05 -0400
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                            Shoe Shopping with Shae` 
                                       by Sybian

                          (C) 2003 by  Sybian1@aol.com 
All rights reserved.  No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or
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"Do you like these?"

Shae` looked over her shoulder at Steven who stood in the center of the shop
reading his "Journal of Foreign Affairs." Steven glanced up from the book-like
periodical and appraised her. His eyes first went to the shoes she had tried
on. Black patent leather six inch spiked heels with an ankle strap. His eyes
moved upward enjoying her perfect legs sheathed in the suntan nylon of her
thigh-high hose. His glance paused for a moment at the hem of her way too short
plaid skirt. It was the kind that parochial school girls wore, though the nuns
would never allow one this short. He enjoyed how the elastic tops of her
stockings were just barely visible under the hem of the pleated skirt. His eyes
again resumed their upward journey, savoring her ass, her hands on her hips,
and then quickly to her stunning face, where their eyes locked for just a
second as they both listened to the other chuckling mischievously  within.

They liked to appear aloof during these trips as if they were shopping for new
Nikes and Shae` was dressed in a running suit. 
To them this was their foreplay, a way to take their arousal to a fever pitch,
before retiring to their home where they would spend hours draining themselves
of the built up passions.

"Yes, I think they'll go nicely with the new black satin corset," his eyes
returning to his magazine.

Steven was well aware of the electricity Shae had created in the store. The
older man who appeared to be the manager was sweating profusely while
struggling to maintain a businesslike demeanor. His employee, a Hispanic man in
his thirties had a visible erection and was having difficulty walking. He
surprised them both when he was able to bend down when Shae`  asked him to
buckle one of the straps on the new shoes. Steven was quite taken by the man's
self control in keeping his eyes cast downward. Shame. An upward glance would
have given him the treat of viewing Shae` 's freshly shaved sex, one of the
lust engorged labia sporting a 22kt gold ring.

Steven was also aware of the men gathering in the vestibule of the store,
hoping to appear as if they were window shopping as they cast furtive glances
at the scene inside. He knew that some of them had left wives and girlfriends
elsewhere in the mall, mumbling  about "something forgotten in the car," as
they raced back alone to make sure what they first saw while walking by was
indeed real.

It was all too real, as Shae`  strutted back and forth in front of the various
mirrors, turning this way and that, appraising her new shoes. One moment she
made that pouty little girl face he loved, as if suddenly unsatisfied with her
pending purchase.

"Are you sure, Mast........, uh, Steven?" in the little girl voice.

She had almost called him Master in public, something she was forbidden to do.
He would have to take the whip to her later to remind her. But she did it on
purpose, she loved the whip so.


They knew that they would buy the house when, while walking down into the
basement with the realtor, they both silently counted the number of steps,
thirteen. He took her hand at that moment and squeezed, mouthed the word,
"Perfect" and watched her smile. Though they made love in their spacious
bedroom, and for that matter, in every room of the house, the basement was
where they "made lust", Steven liked to joke. They had had it soundproofed, and
if anyone wanted to know why, well, it's where Steven had his guitars,
amplifiers and recording equipment. But there was other equipment there as
well, discretely hidden from view except for the heavy eyelets and hooks,
securely screwed into a beam covered by the dropped ceiling. In actuality no
one but them had ever walked down the thirteen steps, but one never did know,
did one, so they thought it best to be careful, discretion indeed the better
part of valor. And yes, that was the name of one of the matched Dobermans that
guarded their domain, the other being named Courage.

In the basement the world would disappear for them, for many hours at a time.
There were no windows, nor clocks or phones, no computer or television. The
stereo had a radio but they never listened to it, for they had burned onto CD's
an eclectic mix of music, ranging from Arabic and Western Classical to head
banging speed metal, and everything in between. They had evolved a comfortable
routine for their playtime. Steven would always dress in one of his expensive
suits, sometimes wearing a tie, but lately favoring tight silk T-Shirts beneath
the worsted wool. After he had showered, and dressed only in his robe, he would
bathe Shae` in the large soaking tub, making sure she was completely hairless,
except of course for the beautiful tresses on her head, and sometimes he'd
administer her an enema if he thought that she needed to be totally cleansed
for their pleasures.

She would kneel on the thick carpeting of their bedroom, nude except for the
small 22kt gold rings in her nipples, while he dressed. If it were a day like
today when he had to correct her, she would have to avert her eyes downward,
resting her hands, palm down, on her thighs. Steven knew that she enjoyed
watching him dress, but she had misbehaved earlier and would be denied that
simple pleasure.

"You may stand now", softly to her. She rose to her feet, her eyes still cast
downward. Steven than put his arms beneath her and lifted her. She placed her
face into his shoulder and started to softly whimper, not because she knew what
awaited her, but because it felt so good to be carried by him, to be cared for
in this way. 

When they arrived in the basement, she once again assumed her subservient
posture; Kneeling, eyes cast downward, hands on her thighs, palms down.
Steven was busy making preparations. He would light the scented candles, dim
the lights and select the Cd's. Then he walked to a large steamer trunk in the
corner and selected something for her to wear. Depending on his mood it might
be nothing more than a black leather dog collar. But today he was feeling
particularly dramatic and knowing that he would digitally record these
proceedings, wanted her fully costumed. He selected a purple latex bodice,
matching latex stiletto heeled boots that ended just beneath her sex, and the
aforementioned slave collar. He paused for a moment lost in thought. After
coming to a decision he reached once again into the trunk, beneath the leather,
satin and silk, and found a ball gag. He wanted to watch her eyes scream but
not listen to it, not in the beginning anyway.

No. Not the ball gag. Too conventional. Well, conventional for them anyway,
Steven chuckled to himself. He didn't consider himself a sadist though he was
sure that Shae` was a masochist. And being such, and being his one true love,
at times he had to think in very sadistic ways to satisfy her needs. And she
was particularly needy now. Though her transgression in the shop was rather
minor he thought a punishment completely out of line with her error might help
keep her in line in the future. Yes. he would punish her tonight for what she
would surely do at some future date. So. He placed the ball gag back in the
trunk and instead had his hands find a black latex hood, something she loathed.
It was a full hood with no eyes or nose hole and just a small tube-like opening
for the insertion of a rubber breathing tube. The tube could then be connected
to a mouthpiece, much like one found on a snorkel, which the submissive would
have in her mouth before the latex hood was stretched over her head. In this
way, with her nostrils plugged with cotton, her submission would be total,
giving him the power of life and death, by covering and uncovering the
breathing tube, as he saw fit.

"Stand," he ordered. Shae` rose to her feet, her head still cast downward, eyes
averted from him. Steven walked towards her carrying the purple latex bodice.
"You may brace yourself on my shoulder as you step into this," he said. He held
the rubber garment out for her and she raised her arm to his shoulder, savoring
the feeling of the fine wool of his suit jacket, her nostrils flaring as she
welcomed in his scent. She stepped into the girdle, her eyes never leaving the
floor. She stood before him, head bowed, arms at her side, the bodice around
her hips. "Climb into it Shae` and I will lace it for you."

She pulled the rubber lingerie beyond her hips until it nestled beneath her
breast and encircled her waist. "Turn and kneel," which she did, sucking in her
breath for she knew what to expect.

Steven tugged at the laces drawing the latex tight around her. Soon he met
resistance. Now he placed a knee in her back and pulled the laces even tighter
and tighter still. When he was satisfied that her waist could be no smaller
than it now was he tied the laces off.

"Stand." She struggled to her feet, gasping at the cloying tightness of the
latex corset.
Steven knelt in front of her with a small container of the finest French
scented talcum. He sprinkled a small amount on his hands being careful not to
get any on his black clothing. Steven rubbed the fine white powder on Shae`'s
lower legs, in preparation for the latex boots. He sprinkled a drop more and
rubbed his hands together. He placed his white coated hands on either side of
her right upper thigh and then stopped. A frown crossed his face. He took his
left hand away and examined it. Wet. He rubbed the wet powder on her lower
inner thigh and wiped his right hand clean on the outside of her hip. He placed
his left hand back on her right inner thigh but let his thumb brush against her
swollen cuntlips.

Shae` shuddered. "What's this, Shae`?", he asked, knowing quite well what it
was. "Answer me!", she wasn't supposed to speak unless expressly told to do so.
"I'm wet, sir," she whispered. He started to gently run the tip of his thumb
down her sex cleft, and then up again, pausing just above her clit and then
back down again. Soon her vagina started to drizzle the liquid evidence of her
arousal, onto his toying hand. "You're wet Shae`? Only a whore gets wet like
this. Are you a whore Shae`?" He took one of her engorged labia between his
thumb and forefinger and tugged. "Answer!"
"Yes, Steven, I'm a whore" her words caught in the gasp he just created. Steven
pulled her lip harder while rolling it between his fingers. Her knees almost
buckled as more slime issued forth from her. "I would imagine you're a slut
too, to be this wet without hardly being touched. Am I right whore?" While
pinching her swollen cunt lip hard his thumb stroked her clit. "Answer whore!"
"Yes, I'm a slut," she struggled to say the pleasure from his attentions
coursing down her legs.
The still kneeling Steven placed his hands on her thighs and opened her sex
with his thumbs. He examined her pulsing clitoris, blew on it and enjoyed her
shudder. He lifted all the flesh from around her clit with his thumbs and
placed his mouth on it. He sucked at it greedily, all the while steadying his
little girl with his big hands. He reached around to her perfect ass and pushed
her into his mouth. He had her clit caught between his teeth and worked it back
and forth. Soon he heard a sound familiar to anyone who had had their roof
leak. It was a dripping noise
as droplets impacted the thick carpeting. It was Shae`, her girl juice dripping
from her like a summer rain. As Steven suckled her he knew that this momentary
pleasure would have to be tempered later with pain. It would be a very long
night that would see the dawn of her agony and the sunrise of his satisfaction.
sybian1@aol.com

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