Castigation for a Pervert
By Suzanne High-Heels

Copyright © 2007 Suzanne High-Heels.

MF, tv, feet, Fdom, humil.

Michael Barford was sitting at his computer doing what he liked doing best of all. And that was downloading hardcore pornography while gently wanking himself off. Sorry to be so crude, but there is little to this person that isn’t vulgar. No magazine is too filthy, no x-rated movie too dirty. Tonight however, now that he had filled a lump of toilet roll with his manly juices (as he called them) he decided to take a look at another of his haunts on the web, eBay. There he could buy ladies used knickers, worn bras and other things. Today however he quite fancied some worn women’s footwear. He typed in worn into the search engine and scanned through the results. He finally found the sort of thing he was looking for. Well worn ankle boots. In the description it said they had been worn every Monday to Friday for the past two years, were damp and smelly inside. The seller also offered to leave her old smelly socks inside. He put in his bid immediately.

He won the auction and a few days later, his purchase arrived with a personal note. 

‘Thank you for buying my old boots, I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. The socks I wore them with are inside.’

I’m sure I will enjoy them, thought Michael. He unzipped his trousers, releasing his hard penis, slipped his hands into one of the socks and began masturbating with his socked hand. He smelled the aromatic inside of the boots as he pumped away.

Over the next few weeks, he acquired several more items from the seller. A wonderful fragrant pair of her pink panties, a leather mini-skirt and a pair of red stiletto heels. Each time they came with a personal letter. He became infatuated and decided that merely making love to her old clothes was no longer satisfying enough. He wanted to meet this person. He sent an e-mail to the seller telling her how much of an admirer he was of her sweet scent and would like to meet. 

Two days later, he received the shock of his life as he received a reply. She had agreed to meet at a restaurant in town on Thursday afternoon. Her name was Ella, aged 22. She wrote that she would be near the back of Carlton’s restaurant at 6 o’clock; she would be wearing a shiny black strapless dress with black stockings and glorious white stilettos.

He couldn’t wait, finally the chance to meet her. 

The time finally arrived and walking into the restaurant, he scanned for his date. He caught site of a petite girl with long black hair and beautiful deep blue eyes. She was sitting at the back of the restaurant wearing a black dress, just as the writer of the e-mail had promised. He cautiously walked over to her. The girl looked up and smiled.
“Ella?” he asked
“Yes.” she replied. “You must be Michael.” He sat down with her and they began talking. “So you’re the naughty boy who keeps buying my used stuff.” she laughed. 
“Well, I like its feminine scent.” he replied, slightly embarrassed. 
“It’s all right, I’m flattered that somebody out there thinks so.” said Ella. Just then, they stopped talking as the waiter came over.
“Are you ready to order?” he asked.    

The two of them gave their orders and began talking freely again once the waiter was out of earshot. Michael was thrilled that he seemed to get on well with her; Ella was wonderful to talk to, young, sexy and had a delicious dress sense. Exactly what he looked for in a woman. 

Later when they had finished their meal, he suggested they go for a drink. She agreed, he was overjoyed. The fish has jumped right into the pan, he thought. They sat in a bar slowly consuming drinks into the night, Michael was patient and Ella was pleased to be with him. At one point in the evening, Michael went off to the toilet, on his return he got a good look at Ella sitting on her stool. Her wonderfully sexy, stockinged legs flowing down into her elegant high-heeled shoes. He pondered over what those shoes would smell like after spending an evening on her feet. It finally came to make or break time for Michael when the evening was coming to a close, he was about to ask Ella if she’d like to come back to his place when she beat him to it.
“Michael, would you like to come home with me?” she asked. He gasped at this wholly unexpected but brilliant suggestion. “I see you have had an eye on my shoes, I’m not ready to sell them yet.” she laughed. “But if you come home with me you can get to know them a little better.” Wow, thought Michael. I’ll soon have my hand in this girl’s knickers.
After a brief taxi ride through the dark and silent streets, they arrived at the young lady’s home. It was a moderately sized semi-detached house in a quiet area. 
“Do you live here alone?” asked Michael.
“No, I live with my sister Louise, but don’t worry she’ll be out tonight so we have the place all to ourselves.” Michael became more excited by the minute.
The pair sat in the living room for a few minutes drinking coffee with only the lamp for light, it created an atmosphere that was both erotic and full of anticipation. Ella continued her chatting until she finally wanted to get down to business. 
“I think we’ve spent enough time talking.” she said moving her foot down the bottom of his leg. “Let’s do something a bit more fun.”  
“What like?” he eagerly asked.
“Sit on the floor in front of me and worship my shoes.” He did as she said, in a moment he was sat before her kissing Ella’s left shoe. “Don’t take them off just yet, first comes foreplay.” Michael passionately and repeatedly kissed the white stilettos, right from the toe to the spiked heels. He smelt the surface of the shoes; the deep smell of leather and the faint smell of feet were greatly arousing. “If you think that’s good, wait until I take my stockings off.” said Ella. Michael briefly sucked on the pointed toe of each shoe before Ella told him to gently remove a shoe, then to smell the inside. Of course, he did so. He clamped the shoe against his nose and took several deep breaths. The scent was wonderful, so much in fact that it nearly brought him to orgasm. “OK that’s enough of that.” said Ella, taking off her other shoe. “Smell the stockings.” she cupped both of her feet together and forced them into Michael’s face. He took a deep whiff from Ella’s stockinged feet and he was in ecstasy again. A few sniffs later, she told him to sit back for a second while she took her stockings off. She laid them down on the floor next to her sensual shoes. “Come here, Michael.” she said. “My feet want your attention.” He needed no encouragement, he got stuck right in. He kissed them, smelt them, and sucked her toes. It was heaven. Her feet were perfect, the toes were succulent, the soles were smooth and oozed sex appeal.
“I think it’s time we did something about that hard on of yours.” said Ella, pointing at the huge bulge in his trousers. “Let’s go upstairs.” She led him up the stairs to her bedroom, pulling him with one hand and carrying her shoes in the other. 

In her bedroom, they undressed each other franticly. Ella told him to lie on the bed as she wanted to be on top. He didn’t argue, he just laid back and waited for this salacious girl. Ella quickly put her shoes back on before climbing on top of Michael. She teased him for a minute by allowing her wet pussy to hover over his penis.
“Frustrated?” she asked. “What would you like me to do?”
“Let me in!” he shouted. Ella smiled and pushed her moist pussy down onto his raging hard on. She began to ride him and built up a rhythm starting slowly and moving faster all the time. He held onto Ella’s soft round breasts.
“Is that good?” she asked him.
“Oh…YES.” he shouted in ecstasy. Within seconds he was about to cum, and Ella knew it. She whipped off her left shoe and pushed the insole into his face.
“Smell my shoe.” commanded Ella. He eagerly smelt her sweet perspiration that sent him straight to an explosive climax. He moaned in sexual delight as he pumped her full of sperm. As the pleasure subsided, they collapsed exhausted in each other’s arms and fell asleep.

When Michael awoke it was morning, the early morning light shone brightly through the window, but there was no sign of the girl who had sent him to sexual heaven the previous evening. He lay there thinking about it over and over again. Ella then entered the room and disturbed his fantasy. 
“Good morning Michael, I hope you enjoyed last night.”
“I certainly did.” he replied. “I never imagined a nice young girl like you would do such things.”
“You just never know do you? Talking of such things Michael, do you have any other fetishes?”
“Not really, just shoes and feet, or maybe the occasional panties fetish.”
“That’s a shame, because I have a great idea for a sexual fantasy, one we could do right now.” said Ella.
“What?” he asked.
“An adult baby fantasy, I’ll be Mummy and you’ll be baby Jennifer.”
“Adult baby…oh right, I saw that on Jerry Springer once.”
“Imagine what it would be like to wear this.” said Ella as she opened her wardrobe door. She took out a large pink PVC romper suit that was padded at the bottom, had long sleeves with mittens and a hood attached. It was heavily trimmed with white fur.
“You want me to wear that?” asked Michael rather bemused.
“Of course, can’t you just feel the sexual energy the suit gives off? Just wait until your wearing it, then you will know real pleasure. Besides, baby gets to lick mummy‘s shoes.”
“Well I’d love to stay and try it but I have to be at the dentist for 11.” he said, hurriedly getting dressed.
“You don’t want to try it? I thought you were a real pervert.”
“Not my sort of thing I’m afraid, I’ll see myself out.” He left, Ella was angry to have one get away. Just then, the basement door opened downstairs and out walked a 16-year-old girl. She was very pretty with long brown hair and nice perky breasts. She was wearing a cute red dress with black tights and flat red ballet style shoes. 
“Did he get away?” she called upstairs.
“Only for the moment Louise, only for the moment. I still have his address so he can run but he can’t hide.”

A few days later Michael had just arrived home from work when he thought he heard a noise somewhere in the house. An intruder jumped out on him and thrust a cloth sprayed with chloroform into his face. He struggled but the chloroform beat him and he fell unconscious. When he came to, he found that he was chained to a bed, but that wasn’t it, someone had dressed him up as a girl, similar to what Ella had been wearing for their date. A black mini dress, black stockings and white stiletto shoes. They had also put a long blonde wig on his head and used make-up. He’d also been gagged.
“Are we awake at last Michael?” said a voice. Ella? He thought, what did she think she was doing?
A slender feminine figure entered the room wearing a cat suit. It was made of red rubber and was very tight. A hood, complete with cat ears, covered the whole of her head except for her eyes and mouth. A black pair of knee-high boots finished off her stunning outfit. 
“I’ve returned for what is mine Michael, YOU.” she said in a firm voice. By now, Michael was extremely worried. Little did he know that what would happen today would completely change his life. 
“Picture the scene Michael, you’ve just spent hours getting dressed up for a date. You’ve thought long and hard about your outfit trying on different dresses and pairs of shoes, only to find you, undressing me with your eyes and practically masturbating over me and my outfit.” She said angrily. He wanted to say something but, because he was gagged, all that came out were muffled words. “And so.” she continued “After an evening of where my shoes were of more an interest than anything I had to say, I indulged you in your little fetish, by having my shoes and feet slobbered on by a very sad doggy. Then came the sex, or lack of it, it was like having a plump object briefly and uncomfortably inserted into me. Really I would have been much better off with a wine bottle.” She took a mirror down from the wall and showed him exactly what he looked like. “There, you’ve just got ready, like me, and you find that your date is a complete wanker called Michael, who will basically just perve over you, kind of like this.” She took a large dildo from a bag. This was the squirting sort. Ella fastened the dildo to her waist and began masturbating like a man. 
“Oh yeah…nice sexy shoes, they’re getting me off.” Standing at the end of the bed, she squirted a white liquid from the dildo; a succession of squirts hit his dress, stockings and face. Ella wiped the excess off the dildo onto one of his shoes. He closed his eyes and began to squirm.
“Stop complaining, it’s only warm milk.” snapped Ella. “What came next? Ah yes, the pleasure of having my shoes and feet drooled all over.” She took a tongue shaped stimulator out of her bag and began running it over Michael’s glossy shoes. She then took them off his feet, gave them a little sniff and moved onto his stockinged feet. “Mmm, they smell wonderful, think I might cum again.” His stockings were then taken off and she proceeded to run the tongue vibrator around his feet and between his toes. “Now I’m going to make you scream like a little girl.” She took a feather out of her bag and before he knew what was happening Ella had began to tickle the soles of his feet. “That’s what it felt like when you were licking my feet.”

Next the dress came off, as did his bra and panties; she smothered them in his face before announcing it was time for sex. At this point, Michael half expected her to mount him again, but that was not to be. Instead, Ella flipped him over and brought back the dildo she had used earlier.
“Now I’m going to fuck you.” she said, rubbing the dildo with lubricant. She put the high-heels back on his feet then began.
“I hope you’re ready because here I come.” She parted his cheeks and began to gently, but firmly push the dildo into the little rosette hole. Michael screamed.
“Do you like that? Just relax and let the dildo glide in. We still have a long way to go.” Slowly but surely Ella’s instrument of sexual torture made its way further into Michael.”
“Deeper, Deeper.” chanted Ella. At last, it was pushed all the way in; Michael was writhing with intense discomfort.
“But the best is yet to come dearie.” she said as she turned the vibrator on. She gradually turned the vibrator up to full. 
“Ohh, how wonderful for you, having that big piece of fat inside you. I think I’m going to spunk.” She reached down for one of the shoes on his feet and took several deep breaths from it, and made sure he knew what she was doing.
“What a sexy smell, it’s really going to be a gusher now.” she squirted the dildo. It shot multiple streams of warm milk deep inside him. He shuddered at the strange sensation and moaned each time another spurt went in. Ella tossed the shoe over her shoulder, then bent down to his face and quietly asked him “Was that good for you too?” she said with a smirk. “One last shoe for you to sniff.” said Ella, as she placed the chloroformed cloth into a shoe, then placed it over his nose and mouth. He resisted, but it was no good. He fell back into a deep sleep.

When he awoke, he was no longer in his own bedroom, it was Ella’s. A most peculiar feeling surrounded him, as if he had been diapered. He’d been ungagged so shouted.
“Ella. Are you here?” 
“Good awake at last. Look at what I’ve done to you now.” She angled a mirror over him; Michael was mortified at what he saw. He was dressed in the pink romper suit Ella had shown him. His little baby face peered out from the white fur trimmed hood, his body lay shamefully inside the shiny pink PVC, his hands were encased in the attached mittens and his legs had been encased in thigh high bootees. The diaper area of the romper suit was padded in several layers of soft, absorbent material, making him feel babyish. He was restrained to the bed making escape impossible. “I hope your feeling nice, fluffy and helpless in there, because you look it.”
“Ella this has gone too far, let me go now.” shouted Michael.
“Don’t shout at Mummy, Jennifer.” laughed Ella. “When you are tied to the bed and wearing the magic romper you are completely under my power.” she said. He gave one last effort to break free, but it was no use.
“Ella, stop this now.”
“I will NOT stop Michael, not until you become sweet little baby Jennifer, but we must hurry, Auntie Louise is waiting in the basement to give you your feeding bottle.” Michael looked at her with extreme apprehension. 
“When you spunk into that costume Michael, your adult mind will shrivel away to nothing and you will become a gurgling baby girl, or rather MY baby girl.”
“I don’t believe this, this is insane”
“Better hold that cum in or that romper will take your cum and your mind.” With that, he lay there thinking while Ella went over to her wardrobe. Looking up he could see how she was dressed. A white rubber A-line skirt with a pink rubber blouse. On her feet was a pair of pink novelty bunny slippers. The blouse showed off her shapely curves, the skirt swished and swayed so femininely as she walked and the slippers would have smelt divine. His treacherous penis stood up to attention, he tried to think of something to make it go down, but it was no good. He was in Ella’s bedroom, surrounded by her femininity and sexiness, any resistance was hopeless.
“I always like to challenge my victims, it’s always so much more fun.” said Ella, dropping a pile of clothes and footwear by the bed. 
“A nice pair of panties first Jennifer.” smiled Ella, as she pushed them down onto his face. He held his breath, but for how long? Eventually he caved in and took in a huge lungful of pantied air. His penis grew steadily harder. “All right, now for some socks.” Ella said, placing one on each hand. “You’ll really enjoy this.” she said placing her socked hands over his face. 
“Aww.” he screamed as the smell hit his nose, it was overpowering, but also very erotic, and Ella knew it.
“They spent several hours today on my feet while wearing my old trainers…yuck.” she giggled. After a rub down on his face of Ella’s smelly socks Michael was introduced to one of Ella’s black lacy bras. “Make sure you sniff inside the cups.” His nose was pressed firmly into each of the cups and around the outside. She eventually tired of the bra and decided to finish him off. She teasingly brought a shiny black high-heeled shoe into sight.
“Oh no.” cried Michael.
“Yes Michael, this is it, time to say goodbye. Enjoy!” Ella placed the shoe over his nose and mouth. The scent of the shoe filled his lungs and although greatly arousing his cum didn’t want to come out to play. Ella noticed something was wrong so pushed the stiletto down onto his face a bit harder. “What’s wrong here?” she asked, smelling the shoe herself. “Oh drat, all the foot odour has gone out of it. Oh well, only one thing for it.” She sat down on a chair, removed one of her novelty slippers, and put it on his face. The hot, fragrant inside hit his nose, there was no point holding back any further, the slipper commanded him to spunk and that’s what he did. The inside of the romper received a good soaking of love juice. 
“AAAhhhhh…..” he cried out as he reached sexual climax. Quickly the sound of sexual relief began to be replaced by gurgling and other baby noises. Michael began to kick his legs out like a baby. Ella smiled with intense satisfaction while twiddling her sexy toes. 
“Hello Jennifer.” she said. “Let’s get that stinky slipper off you.” Ella put her slipper back on and set about unlocking her newly arrived daughter. “We’ll get you out of that romper and give you a nice bath before we get you dressed shall we?” Michael’s only response was to gurgle.

A quick scented bath later little Jennifer was laid onto a special changing table, talcum powdered and diapered. Ella chose a cute pink baby dress with a delightful bonnet and adorable satin bootees. 
“Come on Jennifer, time to go see Auntie Louise so hold my hand.” Ella led him down to the basement where Louise was waiting. The basement in this house had been converted into a large nursery. The walls were painted pink with a flower pattern, lots of teddy bears and dolls sat on shelves around the room. Several lace-trimmed cradles surrounded the room but only two were occupied with other adult babies. 
“At last I was beginning to think you were going to be all night.” said Louise. She was wearing a skimpy white top and short skirt underneath a red rubber apron. On her feet were pink socks. “This must be Jennifer. You took a bit of catching, why don’t you lie down on the mat and I’ll be with you in a second.” Ella laid her down on the mat while she talked to Louise.
“Another pervert tamed Louise, but I still want to increase our family.”
“All right sis, I’ll keep an eye out for someone suitable.”  
“Well I’m off to bed now.” yawned Ella. “It’s been a long day, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” said Louise as Ella went back upstairs. “Time for your milk Jennifer.” she said as she knelt down next to her. Louise rested Jennifer’s head on her apron-covered lap; she gently pushed the teat of the bottle between Jennifer’s lips. She let out a sigh of blissful content as she began to suck the sweet milk from the bottle. 

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