Many thanks to the readers who have generously shared their encouragement and feedback. Readers who aren't familiar with my previous stories might enjoy Nothing More Gratifying or The Week That Changed Everything as background about our Loving Female Led Marriage, but this story stands on its own.
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I didn't intend to steal his prize money, but in the end I think we're both glad that I did. Back in April my wonderful husband was fortunate enough to win his office pool for the NCAA Final 4 basketball tournament. As a result, he netted prize money of $580. Knowing him as I do, I'm quite certain he was more excited to win as a matter of pride and bragging rights than the amount of money involved. Not that $500 plus dollars isn't a nice size winning, but it's not exactly retirement money and when he talked about it he never boasted about the amount, only that he won.
For more than a month after he collected his winnings he tossed around various ideas about what he wanted to do with his windfall. A new HDTV and the iPad he wanted both cost much more than the winnings. Some books and a tool that he wanted cost far less than winnings. He talked about this and he mentioned that, but it seemed like everything he considered wasn't quite right for one reason or another.
Had it been me, the money would probably have never seen the inside of our house. Of the two of us I'm by far the 'shopper' in the family and while I wouldn't consider myself extravagant, I am willing to splurge on myself from time to time. I'm not really sure why, but by the end of May I had became more than a little tired of hearing my guy hem and haw about what he might do with his loot without him taking any action.
It was Saturday of Memorial day weekend and he had gone off golfing with a group of friends. As I readied myself to do a few errands and take in some of the weekend sales, I saw the rubber banded wad of bills laying on his dresser and I decided to take matters into my own hands and put the money to good use once and for all. Stuffing the money into my purse I set out for a particular boutique in town that I knew stocked an excellent selection of designer heels.
As those who have read my prior stories might recall my husband has a very strong foot fetish to the point where he and I have built a very satisfying female led marriage on the enjoyment we get from him giving me oral sex and me giving him sexual release through foot jobs. I knew he would love to see my feet in a pair of amazing designer heels, but I also knew he wasn't going to go walking into a shoe store with his $580 to satisfy that fetish anytime soon.
By the time I was done I had spent somewhat more than his winnings, but I knew that my purchases were going to lead to hours of enjoyment for both of us. I bought a pair of Christain Louboutin Rolando hidden-platform pumps in black patent leather. The heel was five inches tall, well above the three or four inches I usually favor and the sparkly black leather combined with the signature red soles just screamed sex.
The shoes felt wonderful on my feet despite the added height and the minute I put them on I felt a tingle. It's hard to explain but I just felt a tremendous sexual energy wearing the shoes. I could feel the sexual power they gave me and I knew any man, not just my husband, would turn and look if I was wearing them. It was a very complete feeling of sexual power, confidence and control. A feeling of being a desirable, attractive, erotic woman. It was very arousing and certainly satisfying. For the first time I could understand why women would pay the crazy amount of money such shoes cost to buy such a thrill.
Needless to say, in no time at all I was feeling a delicious moisture between my legs. I made a couple of more quick stops and then hurried home with my purchase. I needed to get home first to put my little plan for the evening into effect.
When my guy arrived home all sweaty and tired from his golf outing I told him straight away that I had spent his prize money on a 'surprise' and that he needed to get showered and rested if he wanted to enjoy it. He had a puzzled and slightly annoyed expression, but apparently thought better of questioning me.
To make sure he understood what I was about I said, "When I ask you to do something, you should respond with 'Yes my queen or yes ma'am, understand?"
"Yes my queen" he said with a shy grin and off he went to get cleaned up.
Once the water stopped I advised him that he should take a little nap as I expected his complete attention. While he rested, I went downstairs and fixed a nice fruit salad and a platter of snacks. Cracking open a bottle of crisp sauvignon blanc I helped myself to a little dinner while allowing him time to get some rest.
After awhile I headed upstairs where I found him laying on the bed in his robe listening to his iPod. He said he napped for about an hour and was curious what I was up to. I told him he'd know in about half an hour. I sent him downstairs with instructions to get some energy from the food I had prepared and report back to our bedroom in half an hour ready to treat me like a queen.
After a few playful kisses he was off and I set about preparing myself. I knew it wasn't going to take long having showered and freshened up earlier. Tossing my clothes in the hamper I put on my silk dressing robe and made myself up by heavily darkening around my eyes and applying my reddest most dominant shade of lipstick. After which I pulled my hair back into a stern yet seductive style.
Returning to the bedroom I then pulled on my sheerest back seamed stocking, the kind he loves with the reinforced toe and Cuban heel. I clipped these to a lacy black garter belt and slid my feet into my/our brand new platform pumps.
With a few minutes to spare before my husband was meant to return, I laid back on the bed and spent a few minutes lightly massaging my breasts and labia to get my nipples pointy and hard and start my juices flowing. My reverie was interrupted by his knock.
"May I come in my queen?"
Straightening myself up, I positioned myself at the edge of the bed and crossed my silky legs so as to show off the shoes to the best advantage.
"You may come in, undress and kneel."
As soon as he came in his eyes got big as he saw me sitting there looking like a classic dominatrix. We both enjoyed our little role plays and this was among our favorites. I'm not sure if he noticed the shoes right off, but once he was kneeling before me I made sure to draw them to his attention.
"How do you like what I did with your prize money? These shoes are Christain Louboutins and cost all of your prize money and then some. Do you like them?"
"I love them, they're amazing. So sexy. They make your beautiful feet look great."
"Well the make me feel great too. The five inch heel took a little getting used to, but I feel very sexy in them. Why don't you kiss the heel of them sweetie and then thank me for thinking of you?"
"Yes, yes, thank you my queen. Thanking you for doing this." he said as he leaned in and gave the heel of my right shoe a small kiss right on the tip.
I could see that he was already at full hardness. His foot fetish has always been his erotic weakness. Over the course of his life he's probably spent hours staring at pictures of women wearing shoes like these and imagining them ordering him to kiss their heels. It was a wet dream brought to life and I could tell he was totally ready to give himself to the little scene I had crafted.
"Tonight my love, will be all about the shoes. You will give yourself to them and you will give yourself to me. Are you ready for that? Are you ready to give yourself to me tonight?"
"Yes my love. Let me please you. I want to make you feel good," he replied.
"Good. Tonight, from you, no speaking. Just do as I instruct. Nod if you understand me?"
He nodded and bowed his head before me in the perfect submissive pose. At that moment, we looked the classic fetish photo. Me in my dominant position and make up, towering black heels and hose. Him, naked, kneeling before me head bowed. I took a second to feel the moment. I could feel the erotic tension build. Finally, in my most stern voice, I began.
Extending my right foot towards him, but just above his bowed head I said, "Ok my love, start by gently kissing my ankle and the top of my foot. I want you to keep your eyes open and locked onto my sexy shoe at all times. Do not get my stocking wet and do not touch the shoe with you lips, I want to feel your gentle kisses on my skin though the sheer stocking."
"That's it kiss them all over. Kiss the arch too."
"Kiss my feet and stare at the shoes.
Good, now lean down and do the same to the other foot.
