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My Stepmother
Part One
When I first met my
stepmother my eyes were drawn directly to her feet. There, on that
cool snowy day, I fell in love. I had always considered myself inferior to
women. I also had the typical fetishes associated with this particular mindset.
But on that day, I focused on a pair of grey high heeled leather boots, a pair I
would get to know much more closely. I had heard her approach and so I looked
down in anticipation. I had overlooked her hands, they were encased in
beautiful, cashmere-lined, black leather gloves. As soon as I saw these, my
knees went weak. I knew that I would have to make any excuse to stay at my
father's house just to get a look at those boots.
"We're going shopping," my father said, "Maryanne needs to get a new coat."
I can't give up this opportunity, I thought to myself.
"I'll come, if you don't mind?" I said looking to my new symbol of idolatry.
She grinned wickedly. Had she noticed?, I thought. No, it was my imagination.
I wanted to gaze at those boots. There was a little bit of snow and my mouth
watered. I wanted to be on the ground licking them clean. Oh, how great that
would be.
"We'll be back in a while," my father replied.
"Okay, I just stay inside and wait for you. Dad? Can I stay over tonight?"
"Sure. I have to go out of town next week so it will be nice to see you."
I went inside, and they left. I couldn't harness my excitement. I ran to their
bedroom to find anything of hers. At first I felt ashamed and then realized that
any boots would be kept in the basement. I rushed down the stair excitedly and
began snooping. After about 10 minutes I started to get frustrated, so I tried a
cupboard next to the stair. Upon opening it up, I saw 3 pairs of high boots. I
quickly grabbed one and put it on the floor. I laid down to see what it would be
like to view them up close, imagining that she was wearing them. I began to kiss
them when I heard the car pull in the driveway. I put the boot back and ran back
upstairs afraid I would be discovered.
I sat down on the coach and turned on the TV. The door opened. I heard her boots
on the entryway stairs and felt weak again. Then she walked in, "Do you like
it?" she asked me...
She was wearing a beautiful mink coat with a mink hat, it was soo luxurious.
Coupled with the leather gloves and the boots, I didn't know whether to kneel
and bow or to just start licking her boots. My dad had not entered and she
knew...she had to know the affect she was having on me. She walked over to me
and cupped my chin in her gloved hand...oh the aroma!
"Answer me when I talk to you," she said, and I knew there would be no arguing.
"You- you- l-look great!" That seemed to satisfy her. I think it was that I
obeyed her command that seemed so satisfying.
Just them my dad entered and she took off the coat, gloves and boots. She was
beautiful. Not supermodel hot, just beautiful. She was what every woman wants to
look like: 5'6", 120 lbs. blonde hair, blue eyes. I couldn't stop thinking of
her.
That night as my father and my new stepmom slept in their bed I crept downstairs
to get a hold of those beautiful grey boots. I brought them into the living room
and set them on the floor. They were still wet from the snow! I immediately
began licking, imagining that she was wearing them. I am unaware of how much
time passed because I was so preoccupied.
I noticed a change in the room...something was different...I looked up from the
boots and into the eyes of my stepmother.
My face turned red, I stammered, "I-I-I..." There was really nothing to say.
"Put them back where you found them," she said. I immediately obeyed and thought
This is it, I will never be allowed to come back, I'll be embarrassed in front
of my family...what will I do.
"Now go to bed!"
"Yes Maryanne"
"Excuse me? You will address me as 'stepmother.'
I think we should lay down some ground rules...You will show me proper respect."
No problem there. "You will answer my questions: 'Yes,
stepmother.'" Apparrently I
couldn't say 'no.' "and you will not speak unless spoken to."
That last one threw me. I knew I would relish every minute of obeying her rules,
but she couldn't possibly know how much I would enjoy it.
"Well?" she asked, "Do I make my self clear?"
I bowed my head, "Yes, stepmother."
"Good," she said smiling wickedly, "I am glad you understand me." And with that
she went off to bed.
I went to bed as well and masturbated about pleasing her anyway that I could.
Being a typical teenager, I slept the next day and awoke to my father and
stepmother talking. I came down
stairs and my father turned to me, "You know I have to go out of town for the
next few days. Will you stay here and show Maryanne around. You could take her
shopping and it will be nice for her to have someone in the house for her first
few nights here." I could see her smiling behind him and it sent a chill up my
spine.
"Sure," I said, not trying to sound too eager.
"Good," he replied, "We have been talking it over and you must do everything she
tells you to. I don't want to come home and find that you've ditched her to hang
out with your friends or were rude to her. There will be hell to pay if you do!"
Neat. She planned this perfectly. Now she was going to get me back for what she
caught me doing and there was nothing I could do about it.
That night was uneventful and I slept in the next day. I woke up and went down
stairs for breakfast/ lunch. Maryanne was watching the weather report. "They say
it is going to be freezing out tonight. I would hate to have to spend the night
outside." And then she turned to me, "Wouldn't you?"
"Yeah," I said.
"You know what your father said? 'everything I say?'" she began. "Take a shower
and then take me shopping. You are going to buy me a pair of new boots. Since
you are so fond of them, you should be able to pick out a good pair." This was a
dream come true. Shopping with her...my
stepmother wearing that beautiful fur coat and hat, gloves and
boots...
"Okay," was all I could say, I went and took a shower.
After I was dressed I came out and Maryanne was standing there, "Get my coat and
gloves."
"Yes, stepmother." I ran and got
them then returned. She took the gloves and put them on slowly. I got weak in
the knees, again. Then she stood there, "Well?"
I was confused. She pointed a gloved finger at the coat. "Oh." I picked it up
and held it for her so she could put it on. The coat covered her in white from
the high collar down to her knees. She then placed the hat on her head, "What
are you waiting for? Go to the door." I went quickly and she followed. She stood
in the hallway and waited. This time I knew what to do. I grabbed those
beautiful grey boots and knelt in front of her. I gently placed a boot on each
foot and zipped them up.
She reached down and cupped my chin in her gloved hand again, "I am going to
enjoy having you as my servant. Now, those boots are too dirty for my to walk
around in public aren't they?"
"Yes, stepmother."
"Then clean them."
I bowed my head and began to lick them clean starting at the tip and running my
tongue all over the front of the boot.
"Lay down on your back."
"Yes, stepmother."
She then stepped onto my chest and wiped the boots on me like I was a doormat,
"Open." I opened my mouth and she plunged her heel into my mouth and I sucked
and sucked. She was magnificent in her mink coat and leather gloves. I was in
heaven as I cleaned her heels.
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