Maybe my shoe fetish Is extreme... Was I should say. I used to tour though the women's section just to see what was out, wishing I wasn't single, sometimes even purchasing a pair to place in a private collection I kept on display at home.
I was simply minding my own "perverted" business when I happened upon Mia. She was gorgeous. Dirty blonde. Curvaceous. The color of her eyes where confusing but captivating. The black patent, thigh high boots were some the sexiest of ever seen. The heels were at least 12cm in height and thinner than the pink eraser pin a pencil. The pointed toes looked sinister. I was dying to ask if she would allow me to zip up the bright gold zipper that ran up the front from the cleavage off the toe.
So I asked... It was the only thing I could think of saying to her. "You mind if I help you with those?"
She cut her eyes at me in a way that made me feel as if I was being sized up. She didn't say anything in response which made me wish I hadn't spoken, but with a flick of her hair she leaned back on her hands and made a cocky motion with her eyes that told me to get to it.
"Are you all the way in", I asked after trying to secure the heel of the boot around the heel of her foot.
"Do you think I am", was her reply.
Oh my God her voice was as beautiful as she! Despite the response being as snob as it seemed. I was captivated.
"Just hurry up. I got shit to do", she then continued.
I looked up, a bit confused at her rudeness, but I immediately brought my attention back to the boots and continued to finish my task.
"You may as well kiss them while you're down there", she commanded with the authority of a natural sovereign brat. I'm not even sure why I followed her direction but there was something about the way she said it that made me feel defeated when it left her burgundy, sparkly, high gloss painted lips.
"Is this all for you today?" I heard the female clerk ask from over my shoulder.
"Yeah, just give them to him, he'll carry them out," she replied.
My first thought was "Who in the fuck do she think she is?" So I began to get off my knees from helping her but that thought was clouded when I felt a sharp pain shoot up from my balls and travel to my throat. As sudden as the sharp pointed toe of her boot connected with my fragile right testicle I collapsed back to my knees. I hadn't even realised she had kicked me yet. To be honest, I don't know what was going on in my mind.
"Get the fucking bags!" She demanded authoritatively, grabbing the back of my shirt and not giving me a chance to collect my thoughts. I looked to both sides of me to find the bags that were sat down. To my left, standing over me was the beautiful young woman whom I had just met minutes ago but was now trading me as if I had been her servant her whole life. Now standing I could see her fill physique. 5'3" maybe 146 lbs perfectly proportioned. Her size 7.5 boots perfectly polished pin her feet. despite her undeniable beauty, I hadn't even gotten her name yet but I had decided I wouldn't ask. I was going to hurry her bags, containing what seemed to be 10 boxes of new shoes, to her car and leave and never look back. With that now my plan I clumsily began to get to my feet and grab the bags, dropping 1 pair. It was as of in slow motion to me. I watched the box fall. The box hadn't even hit the ground good before she had shot another booted kick between my legs. I immediately collapsed dropping the rest of the boxes.
"What the fuck is your problem, lady?" I asked weakly. She didn't reply before she drew her foot back and kicked me full force in the stomach. I could feel the pointed toe enter my abdomen right in the middle and just below my rib cage. The blunt force of the kick immediately balled me around her foot, holding it by the heel, the toe of her boot still deep in my stomach.
"First of all my name is Mia. You will address me as Mistress or Miss"
She then used the toe of her boot that was already in my stomach to push deeper into it, rolling me over onto my back. She then planted the thin stiletto firmly in the same spot with enough pressure to make it look as if she were just wearing flats. Before she spoke, she spat in my face.
"I've seen you here before. Your little kinky ass try you make like you're simply shopping but you ask randomly women if you can help them try on their shoes just so you can get your perverted little rocks off. All that ends today. I've seen you shop here a couple times also. I'm not sure if you buy for multiple women or what but you vary in the sizes you purchase so I know you're either a single freak or perverted cheater. All that ends today."
