pietvandebok: I have a secret in my shoe tooPart oneStory by Joy CohaanI'm a petite woman of 29 year
pietvandebok: I have a secret in my shoe tooPart oneStory by Joy CohaanI'm a petite woman of 29 years old. There is one big obsession in mylife: smelly nylon feet. It took three years of psycho-analyses tounderstand my feelings. Only through rebirthing I learned the truth.According to my therapist it had something to do with my earlychildhood. In those days my mother used to wear fully fashionedseamed stockings and my father long black nylon sheer transparentsocks. I realized that this was the most important experience in mychildhood, because up till today smelly feet in nylons are the bestthing ever happened to me. Although I have being enjoying myselfquite good up till now I never met a man or a woman who shared myobsession. Until last tuesday.It was my day off and I decided to do some shopping but first I hadto dress. I was standing before the mirror in my garterbelt, shinystockings and high heels. Ever since my sixteenth birthday I wear oldfashioned black seamed stockings. Because of my obsession for smellyfeet I never take my stockings off. I wear them night and day withoutwashing my feet or my stockings. I only take them off when they areruined. Sometimes that takes a very long time. The stockings that I'mwearing at the moment have been wrapped around my small feet foralmost six months. After a few months it is almost impossible to takethem of because they stick to my feet. Together with the dirt and thesweat they cling tightly to my feet. Whenever they are ruined and Ineed to take them off I really have to tear them off. I do not onlykeep the stockings on at night, but also my high heeled shoes.Because I need to keep my feet warm, wet, sticky and smelly I have tokeep them covered with the same dirty shoes. I do not have to take myshoes off to smell my feet because they are so smelly I smell themalways. The smell travels up to my hole body and nests in the rest ofmy clothes. To achieve that effect I wear only nylon, satin orpolyester clothes. Transparent nylon panties, a heavy satinunderwired bra, a luxury knee length satin fullslip with lace and aglossy exciting satin suspender belt with deep lace flounce and eightfat suspenders. All black. Today I choose a firm black satin skirt togo with. It is a pencil skirt with a slit. On top of that I wear awhite satin shirt blouse with long sleeves. Within half an hour allthe clothes I'm wearing get moist. They stick to my body and uptravels the smell of my feet. When I'm wrapped in moist nylon withina few hours my whole body becomes a big smelly feet and that is theway I like it. To me it is the best perfume there is. It smellsdelicious. I decide to wear a black plastic shiny raincoat because itdrizzles a little bit outside. The heels of my shoes are four and ahalf inch. Almost five really. I can easily walk on six inch highheels but not for long. As a professional hairdresser with my ownshop I'm standing all day long. So a full five or six inch is verydifficult.Outside it drizzles a little bit, but it is also hot and humid. I putmy hat, that matches my coat, on my head and cover my hands with thesheerest gloves possible. They are hand made from a pair of seamedstockings. Because it is very hot outside I start sweatingimmediately. My plastic coat prevents the warmth to escape so withina short time I'm steaming all over my body. My clothes and bodybecome damp and wet. My legs are always the first to start sweatingand I feel the little drops of sweat tickling down my nylon coveredlegs into my shoes. Walking on dirty nylon feet is heavenly. It is aspecial experience. My feet are practically glued to my stockings andmy stockings are glued to my shoes. Walking is a little bit likegliding in my shoes. I can not exactly tell what it feels like, butone can compare it with walking with a shoe full of old mayonnaise.On the streets I get a lot of attention. Feminine clothes, seamedstockings and high heels are very popular in Holland, but most womanonly wear it inside. On the streets it is blue jeans all over theplace.I decide to buy a pair of stockings. There is only one shop inHolland that sells fully fashioned stockings with a square heel. Allthe other shops only sell the modern English version with pointedheel. They are called Aristoc. But I hate the pointed heel. A squareheel is the only real thing. The stockings I always buy have a verybig heel. And when I say big, I mean big. The heel is about sixinches. Two inch disappear in my shoe but the other four inch showclearly. It is no small, but a fat heel. The reinforced foot with thereinforced toes and heel is so big also that it shows on all sideswith the shoe on. The shop I'm visiting is called MeDask inAmsterdam. In the first place it is a rubbershop. Almost everythingin the shop is made of rubber: skirts, blouses, coats, stockings,underwear. But they also have my stockings. When I'm looking around alittle bit in the shop there is a voice behind me that says: "I smellfeet". When I turn around I'm standing eye to eye with a verybeautiful woman. She is almost dressed as I am. The same coat, thesame fully fashioned black stockings with a square heel and almostthe same shoes. But the rest of her clothes is completely different.From knee to neck she is covered in heavy rubber. A tight rubberhobble skirt, a rubber blouse and rubber gloves. All black. Becauseof the high temperature she is sweating profoundly. In can tellbecause her sheer and shiny stockings and legs are soaked."Excuse me", I answer."I smell the beautiful scent of nylon feet. It smells like perfume tomy nose."I am a little bit off balance and don't know what to say. The wordsare like music in my ears but because I've never been in a situationlike this, I don't know what to say. The only thing I manage to sayis: "Thank you.""Thank you!" the woman answers. "Thank you for giving my nose so muchpleasure", she says. "By the way. Are you willing to give me a handtrying on this dress. It is a very tight rubber dress and I can notpossibly try it on without assistance. I am waiting for the salesladyfor twenty minutes already but she is terribly busy."The woman showed me the dress and I said: "Yes.""My name is Victoria", she said as we walked to the dressing roomtogether."My name is Esther", I said.In the dressing room I helped her out of her blouse and skirt.Underneath she wore a rubber corset with eight garters and rubberbriefs. She was completely wet. Her clothes were dripping on allsides. In no time the floor was completely wet.When she was undressed she said: "I simply love your smell, Esther.May I kiss your feet?.....Please?" she added."Yes.............I love you to do it", I said embarrassed but in thesame time excited.I sat down on the chair and crossed my moist nyloned legs not withoutmaking a beautiful sound when nylon rubs against nylon. She kneltdown on the wet floor and started kissing and licking my high heeledshoe. Her tongue disappeared between the instep of my shoe and myfeet trying to taste the stickiness on my feet. "May I take off yourshoe?," she asked. "Yes," I moaned. "But I am not sure if you can. Ihaven't taken them off for over five months""My god, it is incredible. If that is true this will be the best dayof my life."She carefully tried to remove my shoe, but didn't succeed. "Let me doit", I said. With a little bit of force it came loose. Victoriagasped when she saw the inside of my shoe and the sludge around myfoot. "My god, I can really eat this foot", Victoria said, but shedidn't eat my foot immediately. She laid down on her back and plantedmy foot on her nose. "I want to smell this sludge first, darling",she said. With her nostrils going up en down and with a heavybreathing she kept smelling my foot for over ten minutes. "I loveyou. I love you", she kept repeating. After the ten minutes shestarted slowly licking my entire foot from top to bottom. There was athick layer of sludge under my foot. On some places the nylonmaterial of my stocking had completely disappeared under the sludge.Victoria was really eating my foot. She tried to get as much sludgein her mouth as possible. When she finally took as much as possiblyof my toes in her mouth she shivered and afterwards climaxedspontaneous. When she recovered she stood up and kissed me full on mymouth. Her breath and her mouth smelled entirely like my feet. Forthe first time I was kissing my own feet. It felt delicious. "I havea secret in my shoe too", she said. You are the first person ever towhom I tell this. She sat down on the other chair and removed a shoe.She showed me the shoe. Inside the shoe I saw half an inch ofwater. "Piss", she said. "That is my own piss. Like you I never takeoff my shoes and stockings, but the difference is that mine arealways filled with piss. Let me show you how I do it." She put theshoe back on and stood still for half a minute. She pressed her legsagainst each other. "Do you see it?" she asked. "No", I said. "Lookat my legs!" When I studied her legs more precisely I saw that alittle stream of piss was tickling down her sheer legs and fillingher shoes to the edge. Without asking I bent down and put my mouth onher foot. At first I only kissed her soaking feet. My lips becomingwet from her warm piss. Within a few minutes I was sipping the pissout of her shoe. Because she kept pissing it enabled me to keepdrinking her warm piss. I removed her shoe, turned on my back en tookall her fully fashioned nylon toes in my mouth. Although very slowlyshe kept on pissing and the warm liquid kept streaming into mymouth. Although I sometimes had tasted my own piss I had neverswallowed it. But it tasted wonderful, even better than champagne.With the warm liquid dripping from her toes in my mouth I had abeautiful view on the underside of her foot: the black seam going upher leg, the big square heel of her stocking standing proudly, thesandal foot disappearing in my mouth, the beautiful gloss all overher leg because her stocking was reflecting the light. Although herfoot wasn't as dirty as mine because the piss in her shoes all daylong prevents the dirt from sticking to her feet, her foot was in noway clean. Not on the outside but on the inside of the stocking therewas a lot of sludge piled up. Maybe they were not as dirty as mine,but the smell was tremendous. I inhaled deeply to get as much smellas possible. My lungs were on fire because of the big pleasure I wasreceiving. I could keep on lying there forever. After a few minutesshe sat down again on the chair, removed her other shoe and plantedher wet nylon smelly foot on my nose. Two little toes disappearedinto my nose. The other foot remained in my mouth. I climaxed as Ihad never done before. I was the happiest woman in the world. I stoodup en we kissed passionately for a very long time. She never triedthe dress on. We left the shop as two teenagers in love. Outside shesaid: "I forgot to fill my shoes." At the same time she stood stillon the sidewalk, filled her shoes to the edge and walked on with asplashing sound coming from her shoes. "How come the piss stays inyour shoes", I asked. "Because the inside of all my shoes is coveredwith waterproof plastic. It keeps the piss inside and it keeps myfeet sweaty and warm", she answered. As we walked towards a cafe wecould hear each other clearly. Slosh, Slosh, as wet nylon glidesalong wet nylon and splashing sounds from our feet. We sat down by atable near the window. Within half a minute we started laughingbecause we both were frequently crossing our legs. I love the soundthat comes from crossing sheer nyloned legs and I myself veryfrequently cross my legs all day long because of the sensation itgives me, but I never experienced an other woman doing it andcertainly not in my presence. Because obviously Esther had the samethought, we both had to laugh. Crossing nyloned legs was for both ofus a habit. At the table in the cafe we had a little competition. Whocould produce the loudest sound by crossing our legs. I pressed mylegs together hard and very, very slowly lifted my left leg. Higherthan necessary of course to produce more sound. Than I slowly, withkeeping on the pressure, shifted my left leg to the right whilecrossing the right leg. Finally I brought my left leg down slowly tofinish the crossing. We both tried to do it in the most sexy way. Thefact that the neon lights were shining on our stockings highlightedthe procedure. When the waiter came Esther ordered a bottle of cheaphouse wine. When he returned and left two glasses and the bottle onthe table Esther said to me: "In the toilet the empty wine bottlesare stacked. Please go there, take an empty bottle, fill it with yourown champagne, put the bottle in your handbag and come back here.Will you do that for me?" "At the moment I'll do anything", I saidand walked away. I did as I was asked and filled the bottle almostentirely. When I came back at our table she grabbed my handbag andexchanged the two bottles without anybody noticing it. She filledboth our glasses and said: "Cheers." We both took our glass andbrought it to our lips. We sat staring at each other withoutdrinking. At the same time we lifted the warm and steaming glass toenjoy the odor. Then we both took a sip and enjoyed the taste ofthe "wine". It tasted wonderful. While we were emptying the bottle,she asked me to place my chair in front of her across the table. Shedid the same and asked for my foot. I gave it to her under the table.She caressed my foot for a while and tickled it with her two inchlong red nails. After a few minutes she places my big toe at theentrance of her cunt and said to me: "Push darling." While I waspushing my toes disappeared in to her dripping cunt. "Harder", shewhispered. At first I didn't understand it but when half my stinkynyloned foot was inside her cunt I did understand what she wanted. Imoved my chair a little bit further to the table, shifted my positionand pressed as hard as I could. Finally with a little thud itdisappeared completely in her belly. "Move your foot please", shesaid with a little difficulty because she was gasping for air. I didas I was told and I moved my slippery sludged wet foot up and downher cunt. With each moment it became more easy. "Hold it still forone moment please", she asked. I knew immediately why because I felther warm piss streaming down my leg and foot. "Start moving your footagain", she said. Her cunt was now a big slippery hole and my fullyfashioned nylon foot slid in and out easily. She climaxed in herchair. I removed my soaking foot and slipped it in my shoe again. Itfelt completely warm and sticky. "Thank you", she said. "The rewardwill come soon."As we walked to her home we got a lot of attention. Not in the lastplace because our legs and feet were soaking wet and dirty. Peoplecould hear us walking. Rubber was a very important item at her home.The chairs, the couch, the floor, the curtains and her bed were allcovered or made of rubber. She showed me her closet. Her wardrobe wascompletely made of rubber. "I've no other clothes", she told me. "Iwear rubber night and day for over fifteen years." We laid down onher rubber bed. I inhaled the smell of the rubber and enjoyed it verymuch. She covered us both completely with a big huge heavy rubbersheet. We started kissing passionately while the heat was building upunder the rubber sheet. Then from the inside she tucked the sheettightly under the mattress. It became completely dark and breathingbecame difficult. The smell of rubber and her tongue were everywhere.Then she crouched to the other side of the bed and gave me her feetto lick while she grabbed mine to do the same. I took her shoes offand planted both her wet smelly feet in my face. I sucked hard so Icould get as much piss in my mouth as possible. She did the same andwas gulping down the sludge from my feet. When our feet were finallyclean she moved up a little bit and placed my foot again on her cunt.It went in easily. She also took my other foot and placed in on theentrance of her ass. It needed some hard pressure, but it went inalright. Now both my feet were inside her belly. I kept moving myfeet in and out. After a while I couldn't stand it any longer andgrabbed both her nyloned feet and shifted them to my cunt and ass. Ittook quite some time but we succeeded finally. They both went in.What followed was like a fight. We both kicked our legs to all sidesto make as much movement as possible. We were really trampling eachother hard. Going in and out with all the force we had in us. Thepain became pleasure and we climaxed together. We removed our fullyfashioned nylon feet from our bellies and started licking themfeverishly. Finally we went to sleep. Her perfumed nylon feet were onmy pillow and my feet on hers. We fell asleep with each others nylontoes in our mouths. That was the end of a very exciting day with lotsof nylon smelly feet. -- source link