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My Stepmother
Part Two - Shopping
I pulled the car up to the curb in front of the mega mall near my
father's. I got out and ran around to the back passenger door and opened
it. My Stepmother, my Goddess, put a booted foot onto the curb and I
held out my hand to assist her. She placed her leather gloved hand on my
wrist and stood. The fur coat brushed my skin sending a tingling
sensation through my body. I went to the entrance door and held it for
her before returning to the car.
I jumped into the car and parked it as quickly as possible. I then
sprinted across the parking lot and into the mall where I caught up to
my stepmother.
"What do you think you're doing!?!!" she said loudly enough for
passersby to take notice.
"Stepmother?" I asked, confused.
She grabbed me by the wrist, again those gloves making my member rise,
and pulled me to the side as if I were a young child to be chastised.
She rounded on me and pointed a finger in my face. "You are to walk five
paces behind me and keep your eyes lowered. If I need you, I will summon
you forward." She smiled baring teeth, "You may keep your eyes on my
boot heels." She turned and was off.
I followed like an obedient dog staring only at her boot heels. Suddenly
she stopped, turned, and said, "My coat."
I ran quickly forward, head bowed and helped her remove the coat. She
gave me the gloves "Have it checked and then meet me in Lord and Taylor."
"Yes, Stepmother," I said bowing.
"Good boy," she replied and was off.
I checked her coat at the main help desk, then set off for the
extravagant clothing store.
I found her among the gloves and accessories. She had pulled out a pair
of elbow length black leather gloves and tried them on. They fit
perfectly. I watched her back, my gaze lingering on the tight fitting
leather dress. How could I have overlooked that! Her white blouse fit
perfectly. She turned, noticing my eyes fixed on her ass, she strode
over. I lowered my gaze and blushed. She held a gloved hand under my
nose. "What do you think?"
"They are perfect, as are you, Stepmother," I said.
She lifted my chin up, but I kept my eyes downcast. "It's okay," she said.
I looked into those blue eyes and felt lost. She smiled. "Awww... how
cute... you have a crush on me," she glanced down and noticed the bulge
in my pants. She looked back up and caressed my face, leaned in as if to
kiss me. "Do you love me?" she asked.
"With all my soul, Stepmother," I said. She owned me. I had no other
desire than hers.
"Kiss my glove." I held her hand and kissed one lingering kiss. "That is
as close to me as you will ever get. Knowing that you can never have me,
do you still love me?"
"Yes, Stepmother." She smiled wickedly. "So many possibilities," she
said turning.
We spent the next two hours shopping at the mall, I followed her
carrying all of her bags. It was then that we entered the 9 West store.
"Place the bags over there," she said pointing at a bench. "Look around
and find me a pair of boots to match my new gloves. If you do well, I
may give you a reward."
I blushed thinking of that reward. I walked among the aisles of boots,
my mouth watering, then I stopped at a knee high boot that was muted
black leather, with a zipper on the arch side. I panted, my heart
racing. The thick 3 inch heel was hard. This was a bootlicker's dream
come true. I lifted it off the shelf and turned.
Her face betrayed no emotion. I walked to her, knelt and took off her
grey boots. I measured her foot using the brannock device and stood to
look for a clerk.
A young lady walked over to me. I said, "These in size 7, please." She
returned with a large box and handed them to me. "Do you need help," she
asked.
"No-" I began when my Stepmother interrupted me.
"Come right over, young lady."
We walked over to my Stepmother. "I am sorry my boy is so rude," she
began, "He does not know how to show proper respect, but I will
straighten him out later."
I turned to the clerk and bowed my head, immediately knowing what was
expected, "I am sorry. Thank you, Miss."
"Better," my Stepmother said and held out her right foot. I quickly
knelt and opened the box and retrieved a boot. The sales girl giggled. I
placed the boots on my Stepmother's perfect feet. She stood and took a
step forward placing the heel on my hand and pushing down hard.
I gasped in pain, the sales clerk noticed. My Stepmother smirked down at
me and ground her heel to another gasp. Again the young lady giggled. My
Stepmother walked to the mirror and admired the boots I had picked out
for her. "I'll take them. I want to wear them out, if you don't mind."
"Will that be cash or charge," the young lady asked.
"I will be paying cash," I said. The clerk looked from my Stepmother to
me as I was putting the grey boots in the box. She laughed out loud and
brought me over to the register. I blushed in embarrassment.
"That is $169.99 plus tax," she pushed a button, "$181.89 with tax."
I opened my wallet and took out my entire weeks pay. I handed the girl,
$200.00. She looked passed me to my Stepmother and refocused on me. I
kept my head bowed. "And $15.00 for my trouble," I looked up to see the
girl smiling. I handed over two hundred dollars and she gave me a few
dollars change. Ignoring me, she said, "Thank you, please come again,"
to my Stepmother.
As we left the store, me carrying all of the packages and bags, my
Stepmother turned and said, "Put the stuff in the car and get my coat
and gloves. Meet me at Georgio's Restaurant in 1 hour. In the mean time,
you will help this girl," she pointed to the clerk. "You will do
EVERYTHING she tells you to and you will do all her work.. It is about
time you learned your place." The girl smiled.
I did as I was told and reported to the store. I was in heaven as I
helped many high class women try on boots. With ten minutes to go, the
girl told me to leave as she sat laughing on the phone to her boyfriend.
Humiliated, I brought the car around to Georgio's and walked to the
entrance. My Stepmother was just finishing up with lunch and payed her
bill. I stood waiting with the fur coat and gloves. Many customers
looked at me as if I were daft.
She rose from her table and I placed the coat around her, then bowed and
held out the leather gloves. She donned them as I held the door for her.
I ran to the curb and opened the car door. It had snowed while we
shopped and the street had slush in the gutter. In my haste I had not
parked close enough to the curb. Since my head was already bowed, I saw
her gloved hand emerge from the fur coat and point at the slush.
Flushing once again in embarrassment, I laid down face first in the
slush. I felt her weight on my back as she stepped into the car, using
me as a mounting stool. Her right boot was placed on the back of my head
and I was forced to hold my breath as it was forced down into the icy
slush. She held it there. I could hear the laughter of passersby.
Then her heel lifted and I gasped for air. I closed the door and climbed
into the driver's seat. I looked down at my cold, wet, dirty clothes and
knew exactly what I must say, "Thank you, Stepmother, for allowing me to
keep your new boots clean."
"Good boy." she said. "I think you may have earned your reward."
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