This story is the first part of a series. Please make sure to leave a rating and a comment letting me know what you want to see happen next. Thanks! – Jay
Also, big thanks to SissyKaty and sunsetdevil for helping me edit.
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Kat knows she’s a lesbian. If the several lackluster encounters with men in high school and college hadn’t made that clear, then her lustful admiration of the female form definitely had. What she doesn’t know is how to tell her parents, her friends, or anyone else about her hidden sexuality. Her family, like her hometown of Greendale, is very conservative, and her living situation is only making matters worse. Since Kat had just graduated with a degree in economics, the shy 22-year-old is living back at home until she can find a job, and it cannot come soon enough.
Her overly loving and annoying mother constantly pesters Kat with questions of when the recent graduate will settle down with a handsome man to start a family. Not knowing how to tell her mom the truth, Kat just explains she is patient in her search. In reality, she finds herself putting on a fake smile while slowly dying on the inside. Her dreadful gut feeling has only grown in recent years. She always politely declines any advances of interested men while quietly lusting after every sexy woman that walks by and praying one will sweep the closeted lesbian off her feet…and give her feet to worship.
Kat has often found her gaze drawn to the cute feet of her friends and peers, and she longs to find someone who shares her fascination. She often fingers herself, dreaming she’s with a powerful woman blessed with athletic legs and soft feet. In her imaginings, they take turns sucking and licking each other’s toes. As great as her fetish has grown, Kat’s foot fascination is also a huge worry. Even if she does come out and find a gorgeous woman to love, what are the chances her partner would share her kinks? From what the nervous wreck has read online, foot fetishes are more common that most people realize, but that still small number is only narrowed down further when looking for lesbian foot lovers.
Kat’s lament for her situation has only grown in the last couple weeks with her insatiable libido. Living again in her family home leaves the often horny woman unable to masturbate as often as her body needs. She was going to get some much-needed relief this Sunday with all of her younger siblings gone with summer sports, but instead Kat’s overbearing mother is forcing Kat to attend her annoying aunt’s baby shower. Feigning sick earlier did not deter her whirlwind of a mother, but it did let Kat drive separately just in case she felt worse during the party. Driving up to her aunt’s sizable suburban mansion (paid for by her rich and creepy husband), Kat plans on suddenly falling ill half an hour into the party, but she quickly realizes her libido won’t last that long.
As Kat steps inside the luxury home, her eyes are immediately drawn to the dozens of pairs of heels littering the floor inside and in front of the large coat closet. Kat and her mother kick off their shoes with Kat’s mind already racing to naughty fantasies. When they both step into the living room, Kat’s lewd mind goes into overdrive. Kat’s aunt seemingly invited every woman the mother-to-be has ever met to the baby shower. The surrounding flock of ladies in their dresses and skirts gave Kat plenty of legs and feet to admire. Most of their outfits go down to the knee, but that still left many calves, either perfectly shaved or wearing stockings, out in the open for the eyes of the quiet voyeur. Worst of all, everyone has their shoes off, opting to go barefoot inside the luxury home.
While sitting down at the end of a couch next to her already-gossiping mother, Kat’s eyes can’t help but gaze around as women absent-mindedly rub and scrunch their toes against the soft carpet bringing even more attention to their perfect pedicures and stocking-clad feet. Her eyes lust over the bodies of other women bringing Kat’s self-consciousness to the front of her mind. While she is not ugly by any means, she’s always felt average, and boring, and bland. Her hips and butt only have slight curves. Her breasts barely fill a small B cup. Her straight shoulder-length brown hair frames a simple face with blue eyes and fair skin. Her lips feel small when compared to the full lips laughing around her. No one notices her, not even here with her 5’4” frame wrapped in her favorite yellow sundress reaching down just past her knees and her legs clothed in a soft pair of white thigh high stockings. Amid the gossipy chit-chat, her thighs naturally and ever so slowly start rubbing together to discreetly control her urges when her eyes feast upon the most delectable of sights.
On the far end of the massive living room, a pair of large sexy feet sport bright red nail polish shining through sheer black stockings. Kat’s mouth opens in awe as her eyes slowly rise, coveting the tall legs with healthy calves and shapely thighs. The legs emerge out of a white designer dress barely hiding the top of the stockings. Beneath a wide black belt, the dress curves over large hips and an ass to die for. The top of the sleeveless low-cut dress curves out at the front, holding and highlighting luscious breasts that must be at least a large C cup. Two elegant arms with fair and blemish-free skin reach out of the dress with beautifully manicured nails painted the same ruby color as the toes. Resting atop the goddess body is long straight black hair bouncing down past the shoulders and a striking face looking right back at Kat. High cheekbones, a defined nose, glowing green eyes, and lush lips from the angel who must be in her 30s return the young woman’s gaze. Kat doesn’t realize she’s been caught staring until the object of her affection returns the stare with a playful smirk. Kat quickly looks away as her entire body grows hot with embarrassment.
Her nervousness and body temperature rise even more when she suddenly notices the six-foot-tall vixen now standing next to the couch. Kat holds her breath as the endowed older woman leans forward in front of Kat to speak to Kat’s mother on the other side of the sofa, the busty woman’s chest now hovering tantalizingly close to the closet lesbian’s eyes.
“You must be one of Andrea’s sisters! I’m Vanessa; I work with Andrea.”
“It’s wonderful to finally meet you! I’m Tanya, Andrea’s big sister.” Tanya smiles back then pats Kat’s leg, utterly oblivious to Kat’s plight. “This is Katherine, my eldest daughter.” Kat freezes as beautiful green eyes look back at her, unable to speak as Vanessa gives a bright smile showing perfect white teeth.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Katherine. Do you spell it with a C or a K?” Vanessa asks while placing her left hand on the back of the couch behind Kat. The trapped girl’s throat is dry, and her mind is still unable to form words as she feels her seducer’s thumb ever so gently caress her shoulder. Lucky for Kat, her chatterbox mother is quick to reply.
“Oh, it starts with a K. All of my children’s names start with a K.”
“Oh, are your other kids here too?” Vanessa continues chatting as her thumb sends shivers down Kat’s entire body, and her beautiful gaze locks on to the introvert.
“No, not today,” replies Tanya, “Kristen and Kyleigh had a softball game, and my husband is coaching Kaleb’s baseball game.”
“You and your husband must be so proud of your beautiful children.” Vanessa watches Kat’s entire body melt under the vixen’s thumb still lovingly teasing the shorter brunette’s shoulder.
“We are, and we can’t wait for this one to give us a few beautiful grandkids too…and a son-in-law.”
Tanya’s daughter is knocked out of her stupor by her mother’s pestering and another pat on the knee. Rolling her eyes, she should have known her mother wouldn’t be able to resist bringing up the want of grandchildren. Kat responds, glancing a reluctant smile over at her mother.
“I told you, Mom, I’m waiting until I find the right person.”
“Well, you aren’t getting any younger, and there are plenty of great single guys out there.”
Kat’s fake smile breaks and a knot forms in her stomach when she hears the all-too-familiar line from her mother again. When Kat turns her eyes back to Vanessa, Kat can’t help but feel the vixen’s piercing eyes study the shy woman, reading through Kat’s mind and soul. Vanessa’s sultry voice emanating from her red lips transfixes Kat.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find that special someone very soon, especially if you keep dressing so cute.”
The encouragement causes Kat’s body to lock up and hold her breath in response to the gentle hand sliding onto her shoulder. Kat’s eyes stare upon the flawless skin of the hand holding her in place, unable to escape as Vanessa continues her flirting.
“This dress is gorgeous! Especially with these stockings! Where did you find it?”
Kat’s eyes go wide as they witness Vanessa’s second hand gently rest on her stocking-covered knee. Every inch of Kat’s skin is on fire as she feels she’s about to pass out at any second. Her chatty mother inadvertently prolongs her situation.
“Oh, that dress? I think she found it at the Metro Mall last time we went shopping together.”
“It is lovely! We need to go shopping. Do you have any Wolford stockings?” Vanessa waits for Kat to find the strength to respond, grinning when the younger girl is only able to barely shake her head.
“Well, believe me, nothing will feel better on your legs.”
On the verge of a heart attack, Kat’s gaze is captivated by the movement of Vanessa’s hand grazing off the young woman’s knee only to enticingly slide its fingers up the luxurious sheer stockings of the milf. All Kat hears is her heartbeat while the delicate fingers glide up Vanessa’s thigh to the center of her toned body, then further up to between her breasts. The open mouth of the young brunette is on the verge of drooling as Vanessa’s hand reaches into the bust of her dress and pulls out a cell phone.
“What’s your number?”
Kat’s dry, nervous mouth quietly squeaks out her number, still unable to look away from Vanessa as the milf holds the phone close to her large breasts while entering the number. Vanessa’s mouth keeps moving, but the heat roaring between Kat’s legs prevents the nervous woman’s mind from comprehending any words. When her mind finally regains control, Vanessa is grinning and slipping her phone back between her bust.
“Great! I’ll pick you up Saturday.”
Kat is trying her best not to pant as she tries to understand what just happened. When did she agree to go shopping with Vanessa? When she zoned out staring at the sexy raven’s chest? Is this real? Vanessa, seeing Kat flustered beyond belief, turns back to Kat’s none-the-wiser mother.
“I’m going to go find Andrea. It was great to finally meet you Tanya, and it was a pleasure meeting you, Katherine.” The devious Vanessa gives Kat’s shoulder a light squeeze before she turns and slowly walks away, smiling knowing the shy girl on the couch is watching every sway of Vanessa’s hips. As Kat lingers after the curvy goddess, she suddenly becomes aware of just how wet her horny pussy has made her underwear. She is brought back to reality by her mother.
“Are you okay, Honey? You look a little red.”
“I’m fine, Mom.” Knowing full well she is not fine, Kat worries about noticeable wet spots on her dress and the couch underneath her while her mom holds the back of a hand against the flushed woman’s forehead.
“You’re running a little hot. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
Tanya’s daughter quickly stands, needing to collect herself.
“I’m gonna go get some air,” Kat quickly responds as she hurries away, needing to hide her shameful horniness and the liquid from her cunt leaking down the inside of her thighs. As Kat rushes to the large entry lobby of the mansion, her day goes from bad to worse as she realizes her heels are lost within the messy pile of shoes. In a frenzy, she gets down on her hands and knees as she frantically searches for her small black heels, needing them before she drives home far away from this honey trap. Her urge to release and her need to masturbate only grow with the rich musk of the shoes rising to meet her nose. With her pumps nowhere to be found, she searches the floor inside of the closet only to find an even larger mess of women’s feet apparel. Feeling her pussy is about to come at any second, Kat quickly looks behind her to make sure no one is watching before she crawls into the closet and slides the door closed. Unfortunately for her, she is not alone.
Vanessa had to hold back a chuckle when she spotted the nervous wreck known as Katherine run out like a bat out of hell. With everyone else caught up in their gossip, no one notices Vanessa circling around and quietly following. When she reached the front door, she heard a throaty moan emanating from behind the partially closed closet doors. Staying as quiet as she can, she peeks her head into the closet and shakes her head at the sight of Kat. The masturbating brunette is on her hands and knees, holding a white leather heel to her nose and moaning as her other hand is furiously rubbing between her legs.
Vanessa looks around to make sure they are alone before carefully and quietly slipping off both of her expensive stockings. Pushing the closet door open a little more allows Vanessa to silently crawl inside before jumping on top of the unsuspecting brunette. Kat is just about to climax when her pleasure is interrupted by a large-breasted body pressing down on top of her. Soft nylon stockings pressed against her mouth and nose muffle her scream of surprise. Her hands try to fight but are quickly pulled down to her sides by her assailant’s other arm. Still screaming and feeling exposed with a knee keeping her legs apart, Kat struggles and hears a whisper from soft lips pressed against her ear.
“Shhh…it’s okay…just relax…just breathe…”
Kat is doing anything but relaxing, and instead freaks out from the soft voice she recognizes as Vanessa. The younger woman is unable to squirm away, and her mind becomes muddled from the intoxicating scent smothering her senses. Vanessa gently sucks and nibbles Kat’s earlobe between more calming whispers.
“Shhh…Take a deep breath…breathe….”
The struggling Kat feels her body grow weak as she is forced to breathe in the addictive musk again and again and again. Her squirms continue with her horniness on the rise, and her mind races with a million thoughts. Is she enjoying this? Why is Vanessa doing this? Vanessa grins as her new pet slowly falls under her spell.
“You know, while shoes can be ripe, I’ve found stockings are the most pleasurable, filled with their owners sweat, perfume, and scent.”
Kat’s entire body involuntarily shivers. She moans to every movement made against her sensitive body by the controlling voluptuous woman above, fueled by the aphrodisiac-filled stockings. Vanessa slides her teasing nibbling mouth down to the neck of her writhing toy; then, she slips her long fingers down the front of Kat’s dress, kneading the younger woman’s breasts and nipples inside her bra. Kat pushes her body back against Vanessa’s thigh, the lingering fear in Kat’s mind overcome by her desperation to get any contact against her dripping cunt. Ashamed by her lack of control, Kat finally reaches back into her soaked panties towards her clit in the middle of her unkempt pubic hair. She lets out a whine when she feels Vanessa’s hand retreat from Kat’s chest and move the desperate girl’s fingers away from her even more desperate pussy. The long, wet tongue of Vanessa slips a slow lick up the tingling skin of Kat’s neck.
“Mmmmm…does my pet want to come?”
The conflicted Kat doesn’t know how to respond, but as her mind still tries to comprehend her situation, her body acts on its own, humping back against the leg of the dominating Vanessa. Unable to form words, Kat can only respond with unintelligible moans as her mouth takes in part of the stockings, sucking the grossly delicious nylon. Demanding an answer, Vanessa pushes her lips against her pet’s ear and whispers back in a harsher demeaning tone.
“I said…does my horny foot whore pet want to come in front of her Mistress??”
With tears forming in her eyes, Kat frantically nods her head. She doesn’t know if she loves what’s happening or hates it. All she knows is she needs to orgasm, and she is so desperate she is willing to do anything to have it. She feels her eyes roll back in her head when Vanessa releases Kat’s hand and is suddenly back inside Kat’s bra, pinching a hard nipple. Kat’s fingers instinctively return to her clit, rubbing hard circles egged on by the whispers of Vanessa.
“Come for me, pet. Come for your Mistress.”
Kat’s quick fingers finally launch her body into orbit. With a long, muffled scream into the stockings in her mouth, the young woman sees nothing but haze as the longest climax of her life washes over every fiber of her being; the stimulation on her clit makes the ceaseless euphoria overwhelm her senses. Kat doesn’t know how long her orgasm lasted or how long she passed out afterward. The next thing she remembers is Vanessa rubbing Kat’s dripping fingers all over the brunette’s lips. Too worn out to do anything except lie down on the bed of shoes, Kat dreamily watches as Vanessa holds Kat’s face. The milf’s expert tongue lovingly licks the sweet cum off of Kat’s lips but stops before Kat can steal a proper kiss. The older dominant instead gives the tired submissive a devious smile.
“I’ll see you Saturday, Pet.”
Kat lazily watches as the older sexy woman opens the closet and climbs out, standing and adjusting her dress before turning back to the recovering form of the girl on the floor.
“You can keep the stockings.”
With an evil grin, Vanessa turns and returns to the party, knowing she has her new submissive hooked.