In the week leading up to the award banquet, I took Chelsea shopping to make sure that she had everything that I wanted her to have. She had the black dress with the pink band across her breasts, but I wanted new stockings, new panties, and new shoes for her. We made our rounds through the mall shops and quickly obtained everything except shoes. I had no idea that shoe shopping could be so sexy.
The mall was quiet that day so when we passed through the door to the shoe store, causing it to ding, and then saw no other customers, I wasn't surprised. The only sales clerk, a young sandy-haired man in his early twenties with a name tag that said "Jon", greeted us. I told him what we needed and he asked us to take a seat while he went to the back to gather some shoes for her to try. He glanced at her sneakers and immediately judged her size correctly. We followed him to the back of the store where the fitting chairs were arranged near the stockroom.
He was gone only briefly; returning with six boxes. Taking the seat at her feet he took a foot in his hand and untied the laces before gently loosening them and slipping the shoe off. He gently cupped her foot and I could tell that he briefly admired it before moving on to the other foot and repeating the process. I had been told that many men working in shoe stores had a foot or shoe fetish, but she'd also worn a pair of nude stay-up stockings with her sun dress to help ensure that she would get shoes that fit her well. I estimated that Jon had a fetish for either feet, stockings, or shoes. After trying on the third pair I was sure it was feet or stockings based on the way that he touched hers. She was enjoying the attention, squirming in her seat and clamping her thighs together. I knew she had to be wet between her legs.
"So Jon," I asked, "is it feet or stockings that get you going, or maybe both?"
His face turned red and his voice cracked. " I-- I-- I d--d --don't --," he stuttered.
"C'mon Jon, I see how you hold her feet. Personally, they both get me going. My favorite thing is sucking on her toes."
"You suck on your daughter's toes?" he squeaked.
"She's not my daughter, Jon. She's my little fuck toy, aren't you Chelsea?"
Her eyes were rolled back in her head because Jon had been surreptitiously massaging her feet between shoe changes. She softly moaned "yes".
"You have her fired up, Jon, I bet she wants to touch herself. Do you want to touch yourself my little Morsel?"
"Yes, oh fuck yes, I need to touch myself. I need to cum," she whispered.
"Do you want to help this gorgeous woman cum, Jon? All you have to do is indulge your fetish. Is that what you want, Jon?"
He was in shock about what was happening; all he did was nod and continue to rub her feet.
"Do you want to see her pussy, Jon? She has a sweet pussy and I'm sure that she'll show it to you if you agree to help her cum."
"Help me cum, Jon," she whispered as she looked deep into his eyes and raised the hem of her sun dress. She hadn't worn underwear. She spread her legs and slid her fingers between her engorged lips, parting them for his viewing pleasure. Jon moaned when he looked down and saw her splayed out in front of him with her fingers dancing across her pink. From that point, he never diverted his eyes away from her crotch but his fingers and lips were magic on her feet.
In no time she quivered and softly groaned, "You're so good, Jon, I'm cumming for you. Look at me shake, my legs are shaking because of you, Jon. Oh, Jooooonnnnn!"
Jon groaned and twitched, cumming in his pants while she came for him. He and Chelsea sat there for a moment just looking at each other. Their faces were flush and their breathing was rapid. She extended her nectar-covered fingers to him and he sucked them clean.
Finally, Jon broke the spell.
"Thank you, Miss. I --, oh fuck, excuse me," he said when he looked at the wet spot forming on his trousers. He ran into the storeroom, no doubt heading to the restroom to clean up.
I laughed as I took his seat in front of her.
"You are a wicked woman, the poor boy didn't know what he was getting himself into."
"Well, he started caressing my feet as soon as he took my sneakers off. He knew what he was doing. And what about you? You egged us on! I would have been happy with a foot massage but no, you suggested I needed to cum!"
"I highly doubt that he came to work today planning to cum in his pants."
"Probably didn't expect to have a pussy laid out in front of his face either!" she giggled.
"Let's get your shoes selected before he returns; I doubt he'll be comfortable sitting here again."
By the time he returned, we had selected shoes and were waiting at the register.
"Hey, yeah um, I take it you found a pair you liked, yeah, uh, will that be all?"
"Wasn't that enough, Jon?" Chelsea cooed.
"Oh! Yeah, um, yes, it was great, yeah. Thank -- thank you. I mean, do you need any polish or waterproofing, yeah."
"Not today," she answered, "but the next time I need shoes, I'm coming to see you," with emphasis on coming.
I think that the boy nearly had a heart attack. He rang up the sale and I paid in cash, including a generous tip.
"Keep the change, buy yourself some new underwear," I told him as he handed over the shoes. As we walked out, she put some extra sway in her step.
"Wicked," I said.
Our last stop was the jewelry store.
"You need proper jewelry," I told her.
She smiled and followed me in. I selected a pair of ear cuffs, a curve of golden wire that settled around her ear with jewels at three points; her lobe, where the helix met her skull, and a third halfway between the two. They sparkled in sapphire and diamond.
"I have pierced ears you know," she said as she rolled her eyes.
"I'll never give you a gift that pierces your delicious flesh," I responded, fixing my stare deep into her eyes. She glanced away and blushed as did the saleswoman behind the counter. When I handed the saleswoman my card to pay for our purchase, her hand lingered on mine momentarily. She was an attractive woman, maybe my age. Her hair was prematurely gray, styled in a long pixie cut; she was rocking the look. Most other days I would have attempted to take her out and make her moan my name.
With all our necessary purchases in hand, we made our way back home. There was one more gift waiting there for her, I'd purchased it weeks ago, several versions of it actually, but this would be the perfect opportunity to give her the first one.
Saturday arrived and Cassandra joined us for a late lunch so she and Chelsea could get ready together. When Chelsea excused herself to the bathroom, I spoke with Cassandra.
"I'm going to offer her a temporary collar, just for tonight."
"This young woman gets to you, doesn't she?"
"Yes, she's a born submissive but she doesn't know it. Eventually, I will free her from the silly notion that she's in control."
"For what it's worth, I agree with you. She is a natural."
"You should know," I grinned.
"I've already controlled her twice with just my voice. The first time I had her begging for sex and then begging to cum, then today I had her cumming in the shoe store with the help of a young pervert sales-boy. I even had him under my control."
"Perverts shouldn't call other people perverts."
"It's a term of respect when I use it."
"You love it when women beg for your cock, don't you?"
"I do if I've made them do it, otherwise they're just whiny, needy bitches."
"She's strong-willed, and from what she's told me, you're helping her become even stronger with your mentoring. Then there's this trip you took, expanding her life experiences. She's becoming more worldly."
