Date: Mon, 27 Nov 1995 01:40:58 UTC
Subject: Wife's Killer Shoes (mf, beastiality, shoe/foot worship, femdom, forced castration, snuff)


        MY WIFE'S KILLER SHOES
       

        Allow me to describe my wife, Cheryl, and the events which led
up to the horror of her inevitable dominance over me.  She's
breathtakingly beautiful with deep blue eyes and short black hair.
She has a solid build and is only two inches shorter than me, leaving
her at a powerful six feet in height and one hundred fifty pounds.
        She has a wonderful eye for fashion and those particular
articles of clothing which make her look attractive.  Her shoe
collection is enormous and each pair complements her personality.  Due
to her height, most of her shoes are either flats or else they have
low heels.  She does possess a few pair with three to four inch heels
which she mainly wears when she wants to look enticing and
unreachable.  I don't think there is a man alive who can resist her
when she wears her long black evening gown and her black satin pumps
with ankle straps.  I know I barely survived my first encounter with
that particular outfit.
        I'm somewhat of a special case, however, in that I have fetish
for women's shoes.  It is a peculiar perversion to possess, and is
difficult to work into a normal, vanilla sex-life.  In my younger
days, I tried to convince a few of my girlfriends it could be fun to
have a man worshipping their shoes, but each relationship ended
quickly thereafter.  I finally accepted that I'd have to keep my
fantasies about women's shoes to myself.
        Finding Cheryl was incredibly lucky on my part.   We met at a
party thrown by a mutual friend and it was just a magical meeting.  It
seemed like everything I thought about and talked to her about also
reflected her personal experiences.  That night we were a perfect
match.  As the way things sometimes happen, after such a magical night
we grew to love each other very much and ended up marrying.  It was
simply a fringe benefit that she happened to have such good taste in
footware.

        She must own over forty pairs of shoes, most of them leather.
I've had the pleasure of studying each pair intimately, when she
hasn't been around.  My experience with other women had warned me
about showing my affection for Cheryl's shoes while she was present.
I'm lucky enough to work close to home while she works in the city.
Therefore, I am home alone almost every afternoon for lunch.
        I began my exploration with simple visual appreciation.
Slowly that extended to the other senses and I'd find myself smelling
the material, rubbing the shoes on my face and even licking her shoes.
I've licked her shoes all over: tasting the outer casings, the inner
soles and even the bottom soles of her shoes.  Finally after receiving
so much sensual arousal from her shoes, I began masterbating with
them.
        My method of shoe masterbation is to strip naked, and then
slide my penis and testicles inside the shoe.  This is the reason I
appreciate Cheryl's size nine feet; they allow for sufficient room in
her shoes.  While sniffing or tasting one of her other shoes, I rub my
penis inside the shoe until I ejaculate all over the inner sole.

        Now, as I said, for the first year or so I was very cautious
about masterbating with my wife's shoes.  I was quite afraid she might
come home and catch me in an uncompromising position.  I always hoped
that she wouldn't mind if she knew, but there can be incredible fear
in the unknown.  I kept picturing her storming out of the house,
heading straight for our attorney, asking for a divorce and being
awarded the house and belongings.  Then I'd end up on Geraldo or
Donahue on some show about "Men who screwed their wife's shoes, got
divorced, and now have to appear on our show."  Eventually, the story
would be turned into a made-for-TV movie staring some wimpy Walter
Mitty type of guy and some washed-up feminist actress like Meredith
Baxter Birney which a bunch of fellow perverts would watch just to
catch a glimpse of Birney's feet.
        But as time went by, my courage was raised and I started
having sex with Cheryl's shoes just about everywhere: the bedroom, the
basement, the living room, on the kitchen table, wherever I wanted to.
        One afternoon, our cocker-spaniel Buck happened to be in the
living room when I decided to have a quick shoe-pork for lunch.  He
watched intently as I undressed and stuffed my cock into one of the
pumps Cheryl had worn the day before.  It's outer material was purple
satin and it had a one and a half inch black stilleto heel.  I lifted
the matching pump to my mouth and began sucking on the heel like a
baby sucks a pacifier.  I'd usually go on stroking my cock inside the
shoe for about another twenty minutes before fully creaming up the
inside sole, but Buck seemed to be getting more and more curious and
strutted over to me, his cock extending from it's sheath.
        Just on impulse, I removed the heel from my mouth, licked the
bottom sole of the shoe - I love the fresh taste just after Cheryl's
worn them - and presented the shoe to Buck on the floor.  He smelled
it and looked up at me in wonder.  He saw my penis tucked inside of
her other shoe and seemed to make the connection.  He stretched out
over the shoe trying to get his penis inside of it but he did not have
the coordination.  He simply pushed the shoe along the carpet and then
flipped it over.  He would need my help to lose his virginity.
        I got up and brought the shoes into the center of the room
where we'd have more space.  Sliding the left shoe back onto my penis,
I placed the right one on the floor and beckoned to Buck.  He came
over and again tried to mount the shoe.  With my help he was
successful and was soon pumping away at her pump.  I, in turn, rubbed
my penis inside the other shoe, completely intoxicated with the view
of Buck's familar sexual perversion.
        The shoe must have really fit for Buck because in nearly five
minutes he started drooling and losing control of his thrusts.  With
half a dozen spastic jabs he deposited his hot thick load into the
inner sole of Cheryl's pump.  He pulled off the shoe and began to
clean himself off.
        I on the other hand was still "capable", as Cheryl puts it,
and decided to try my luck at such a geometrically challenging method
of intercourse.  Of course, I would have a benefit that Buck did not.
I could mount his shoe and use his semen as a lubricant.  Without
moving the shoe at all, I lowered my penis into the freshly fucked
shoe and began thrusting as I had observed Buck do.  It was much more
difficult than it looked, especially with an inch-and-a-half heel.
Fortunately, the shoe fell on its side as I felt much more comfortable
getting at it sideways.  I resumed sucking on the heel of Cheryl's
other pump and as Buck looked on, I imitated him, drooling and all.
        Finally I felt my orgasm peaking and with a single thrust I
jammed my penis as far into the shoe as I could.  I then flexed my
pelvis up and down as several jets of my cum squirted into the deepest
region of Cheryl's pump.  Of course this was a region where Buck's cum
had already pooled.  As the orgasmed subsided I rolled over onto my
back and breathed deeply, milking a few final drops of cum from my
penis.
        As I lay there feeling sleepy, Buck came over and licked the
cum from my penis and belly.  What a nice gesture!  However, he also
tried to get at the cum in Cheryl's pump.
        Grabbing the shoe I joked with him, "Not so fast, buddy.
You've had your share.  This is mine."
        Saying so I lifted the shoe to my face and tilted the pump
back.  I could see the viscous mixture of human and dog sperm and
lowered my tongue to the sole which spent most of its time caressing
Cheryl's foot.  I licked a huge dollop of semen and swished it around
in my mouth, testing its flavor.  It was warm, salty and tingly and
really quite good I must admit.  So with a fearless fervor I licked
the remaining sperm up and thoroughly cleaned the inside of Cheryl's
shoe with my tongue.  I gave Buck a chance at any remaining drops
which my tongue was not long enough to reach, but just like at the
dinner table, he was uninterested in such second-hand scraps.
        I cleaned and dried the rest of the shoe out with a tissue,
replaced both shoes in Cheryl's closet, and prepared to go back to
work.  My mind was racing, though.  I had found a new friend to share
my sexual experiences with.  Within the next week I had discovered a
new way for us to share Cheryl's shoes.

        As I said before, I prefer masterbating with the shoes Cheryl
wears the previous day.  The Sunday following my first encounter with
Buck, Cheryl wore a pair of off-white sling-back flats with a wide but
thin wooden heel.  These are her generic walking shoes and are nicely
worn in.  They are both slightly scuffed near the toe and the leather
is creased from wear.  So on Monday afternoon it was time for Buck and
I to have some fun after the long weekend of abstinence.
        When I removed my clothes and studied the shoes a thought
dawned on me.  Because the body of the shoe does not posess a proper
heel, only a strap, it could be mounted in two ways.  A penis could
get in through the top as with any shoe, and also from below the strap
where the heel cup usually was.  So I took the shoes into the bedroom
and lay down on my back in the middle of the bed.  Buck followed me
with curiosity.  I placed one of the shoes on my lower stomach and
inserted my growing penis underneath the strap.  I was pleased to
observe just enough room for another penis.  I would need lubrication
for this stunt and so I needed to cross the frontier of yet another
forbidden sexual world.
        First I licked the inner sole of Cheryl's shoe extensively and
left as much saliva as I could muster coating the padded sole.  Her
shoe smelled and tasted so nice I could have continued to lick it all
afternoon.  Next I drooled into my hand and coated my penis.  Now for
the big test.  Re-inserting my penis into the shoe, below the strap, I
called Buck up onto the bed.  He was not used to being permitted
access to the bed but finally lept up onto the far corner.  When he
saw my shoe-encased penis he started sprouting an erection.  I called
him closer to me and pulled him over so that his hind legs were on
either side of my head.  His pointy dog dick stuck down toward my face
and I sucked it into my mouth.  Buck was pleased and began thrusting
at my mouth, but I only gave him that pleasure until his penis was as
lubricated as my own.  I then pushed him back toward my pelvis.
        With much effort I was finally able to get him to straddle me
and then I inserted his penis into the top of the shoe.  Buck's
instincts took over and he began bucking and thrusting his penis into
the shoe.  However, he kept pushing the shoe right off of my cock and
I needed someway to keep everything in place.  Getting off of the bed
I fished out a pair of Cheryl's garters.  With these and a few straps
I was able to attach the shoe to my legs.  A quick lube of the shoe
and penises and we were ready to begin again.
        This time it worked like a charm.  The gentle friction of
penis against penis against shoe was enough for both of us.  I felt
very feminine as I reached up and around Buck, squeezing his buttocks.
I looked up into his eyes as he was fucking me and the shoe and was in
heaven.  He looked both engrossed in his efforts and yet aware that he
was pleasing us both with his thrusts.  Again it was only about five
minutes until he came, but on this occasion we came together.
        I first felt Buck's pre-cum leaking out of his dick onto mine.
Then his knot started to grow and it was as if he were tugging on my
cock, forcing me to cum.  When I heard him start to growl and felt him
squirt his hot cum into the shoe and on my cock I pulled him close to
me and fired my hot gushers into the shoe as well.  We were both
panting and he was drooling all over the side of my face as we
finished leaking out our cum.  Finally he pulled off and allowed me to
remove the shoe.
        As was our custom, he got to lick off both cocks, while I got
what was left in the shoe.  This time there were a whole bunch of
pubic hairs stuck inside the shoe which must have been yanked off of
Buck by the strap.  I simply pulled them out and dove in.  I must
admit I was beginning to love this human/canine sperm cocktail.  It
was even warmer (because it was fresher) and thicker (because Buck
hadn't ejaculated all weekend) than usual.
        It got me so excited that after I rested a few minutes I was
ready for more.  I decided that since the boundaries had already been
crossed, I might as well give Buck the blow job he deserved.  I lay on
my back and sucked Buck's penis into my mouth.  He was more than ready
and began pumping my face as I caressed his balls with one hand and
jerked off inside Cheryl's shoe with the other.  This time Buck must
have been more relaxed as he seemed to simply pour his cum into my
mouth instead of exhibiting an obvious build-up and release.  As I
tasted more of his hot tangy semen I coated Cheryl's flat once again
with my own cum.  I lay back in our bed watching Buck clean out
Cheryl's shoe and revelled in the excitement of the previous week.
Between the dog in the day and the wife at night, I was becoming a
real sexual dynamo.  It seemed that there might be no end to the fun
we could have together.