It had been a rather long day at work. Luckily the hotel the company arranged for was located within walking distance of the convention center. The walk and fresh air actually felt good after being cramped inside, listening to rather boring presentations. As I entered the hotel I made my way toward the front desk as I needed to request a late check out as my flight the next day had been changed from an early morning flight to something in the afternoon. The change was beneficial to me, as it meant a bit of extra sleep in the morning, yet still home for dinner at the end of the day.
As I was requesting my late check out I noticed her for the first time. I'm not quite certain where she came from as I didn't notice her immediately upon entering. She was standing off to the side a bit and was evidently waiting for someone. I suppose I should mention here that I have a definite submissive side. I also have a very strong fetish for shoes... boots... feet... stockings... and such. As it happened, she was wearing a sexy pair of black, Louboutin pumps. Yes, I know guys aren't supposed to know things like that, but the shoes looked so sexy and there was just a hint of the red soles showing, so they were instantly recognizable. Of course the sexy black stockings she was wearing also immediately had my attention as well. My distraction however was abruptly broken as the front desk clerk shared that my request was approved. I thanked her, acting kind of weirdly I suppose, and headed towards the elevator. As I walked past the mystery woman I nodded... and she smiled back at me... and I headed to the elevator and to my room.
After refreshing and unwinding a bit, I decided to head down to the lounge for the final meet and greet of this trip. As I exited the elevator, I noticed she was still standing there... waiting. She glanced up as I walked toward her and she smiled again. I momentarily stopped and said hello.
"I noticed you here a bit ago... and obviously you are still here. Would you care to join me for a drink while you are waiting? "
"Why thank you" she replied. "I am beginning to think I am being stood up."
With that we walked towards the lounge. I noticed that sexy click... click... click of her shoes on the hard stone floors, which as a submissive immediately has my attention. Her hair was rather long and dark and she was slightly shorter than me... although her heels made up some of that difference... I also noted she was wearing a black, leather skirt and what looked like a white silk blouse under her jacket. I always thought the black and white combination looked sexy, two basic colors... one sexy combination. While walking we introduced ourselves. Her name was Jennifer and she was local to the area, although traveled to my location frequently. After finding seating at a booth, I ventured off to retrieve our drinks and return. She had removed her jacket while I was away and for some reason looked quite confident and in control when I returned. As I mentioned, there is something sexy about that black and white combination. My brain began thinking how incredibly hot she would look if she had a black corset over the white blouse... or maybe a pair of long, black, leather gloves gracefully adorning her fingers and arms. I'm such a pervert at times, but that black and white combination can look so hot. Mmmmmmm...
After I returned and presented our drinks, I sat down and we began to talk. We were talking normal small talk... things such as family, friends, work, etc... and that it was almost the end of the week. While we were talking, for some reason I found myself attracted to her black handbag, which was rather large, as seems to be the current trend I suppose. What was especially intriguing was something that seemed to be peeking over the top of the bag. It looked like some type of leather accessory. Jennifer evidently noticed me gazing at her bag.
"I see something besides me happens to have your attention at the moment," she commented...
I immediately knew I was caught staring.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "It's just that I noticed your handbag there... and something that looks a bit strange or out of place peeking out of it."
What I was referring too was a relatively slender leather strap or something... that appeared to have some type of ring on it as well. She looked over and smiled as she immediately reached over and withdrew the item from her bag.
"Oh this... this must be what has your attention." she states... and smiles. "This is one of my pet collars. I always have one with me, just in case there is a need for one."
I was kind of stunned by her reply... so my first thought was...
"I thought you mentioned a few moments ago that you were a therapist. Why would a therapist need to carry a pet collar with her?"
While I was talking, she removed the collar and placed it on the table in full view.
"Well I suppose I'm a different type of therapist. I help men and women deal with stress and control issues. Some people need to relinquish control to another and just let go. It's a very freeing experience, just relinquishing control to another. No need to think or worry... just follow my instructions, relax and enjoy."
While she was talking, her voice seemed to somehow change as well. It was a subtle change, but she seemed a bit more confident and a bit more in control of the situation.
She continues, " Then there are those people that have fetishes. They are attracted to things like leather or maybe rubber. To some... control is also a fetish. There are so many fetishes... way too many to even try to describe here. Although one other interesting, and very common fetish, is women's feet. There is something very sexy about our feet... and toes. And of course all the things we adorn them with. Things such as nail polish, jewelry, and of course... sexy boots and shoes. All of which attract people... such a you."
I was becoming extremely aroused listening to Jennifer talk, however my arousal immediately turned to shock when she mentioned me and her feet in the same sentence.
She noted the expression on my face... and softly laughed.
"Yes you my dear. I saw you staring at my gorgeous shoes earlier when you were at the front desk. They are quite sexy... and alluring. You just couldn't help yourself. I understand... truly I do. I also imagine that you were thinking about my sexy purple toes, which are lovingly encased within these supple, yummy leather shoes. You may have not known they were purple in color... as that really didn't matter. It was just the fact that they were my toes... encased within these sexy shoes. They had your attention immediately... didn't they pet?"
My mind is momentarily lost. I am sitting here with a stranger that I first met less than an hour ago, yet she knows my fetishes and my desires like we have been old friends. I'm gazing at the collar that is still on the table, trying to process what is occurring . My thoughts are suddenly disrupted as I feel something in my lap. I gaze down and see five shimmering, deep purple toes peeking through the dark mesh stockings that are now in my lap.
