The Queen of Heels   (Jack Stalker and Blondie1)
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				Title: <strong>The Queen of Heels   (Jack Stalker and Blondie1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 23:33:54</strong>
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				David Boston was a top heel designer. He had literally hundreds of designs under his belt, he did not even take credit for most, instead selling his designs to companies and big name shoe designers so that they could pretend that his work was their own in order to get.<br><br>Today was another typical day for him. Every Tuesday and Wednesday he would visit Mrs Gillian Mandrake at her exclusive country mansion or her expensive penthouse in the city to either talk about and modify heels she had worn at the weekend or discuss designs for some upcoming event. She was not particularly short, in his opinion, but she was somewhat insecure about her height and insisted on always buying outrageously expensive heels. At least that is what he assumed, she might have been simply trying to bankrupt her latest husband, or even just increase her sex appeal with the stunning high heels. David thought she was a stunningly attractive woman anyway, but her love of heels had him simply salivating over the possibilities of what it would be like to take some of his wonderful designs and fuck her with them.<br><br>David was under no illusions, Gillian, or Mrs Mandrake, was far too rich to ever be interested in a man like him, no matter how famous he was. But he could fantasize all day about what he would like to do to her perfect body with a pair of six inch heels. Not that there was any indication from her that she was into heel fucking in any way. He was always very professional when with her and it was only rarely that she asked him to help with sliding a heel onto one of her dainty feet. Just watching her walk up and down in them got him harder than steel, she always wore the most sexy outfits and showed off her legs unashamedly.<br><br>Today he was at her mansion, she went home at the beginning of the week and hit town later on. He wondered where she would be to day. Indoors in her shoe cupboard which was actually a whole room given over to heels. By the pool, in the gardens, the tennis court, the patio, the conservatory, the lounge, the rooftop terrace, the gazebo, the garden maze… the list of locations was endless. She might simply be in the house somewhere, relaxing. He knew there was a butler and a maid around usually.<br><br>David drew up outside in his car and got out. He had some designer heels with him to show her, as usual. In David’s mind he had stuffed them into every hole in her body. In reality she would simply be trying them on, seeing if they gave her the look she desired for whatever event she was planning to attend. Still he could dream.<br><br>He knocked on the door and waited to see who would answer? Maybe it would be the butler? Waiting to direct him to wherever she was located? or perhaps Mrs Mandrake herself. He wondered what she would be wearing today. He himself always wore a black suit and white shirt with a dark tie. His own footwear were thousand dollar crocodile skin an horsehair shoes to complement his five thousand dollar suit. Ridiculous sums of money, but nothing to Mrs Mandrake… her last set of heels had cost over ten thousand dollars just for the platinum plated six inch spikes. He had several pairs with him at the moment, all nice and fresh from the makers, each pair made to mold itself to her feet as if they were painted onto her delicate flesh.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>blondie1</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 21:01:24</strong>
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				Gillian was relaxing by the pool. She had done her laps and was now enjoying drying off in the sun. She stretched out her legs, feeling her muscles tense and then relax. She looked down at her naked feet. They were delicate size 36s, soft and light pink. She loved her feet and spent a lot of time and money on taking good care of them. Other women spent time and money on their hair, Gillian's feet were her pride. And weakness.<br>It wasn't that she didn't like the rest of her body. She did. She looked after herself. She was slender, toned and had skin that other women would kill for. Her hair was rich, with red long waves falling off her shoulders. But it was her feet <br><br>Others thought she spent all that time and money on exclusive and ridiculously expensive heels because she was self conscious about her height. And yes, it was partly true, she did like the fact that she could grow a decimeter in an instant wearing high heels, but there were more to it. She loved the feel of that delicate, handcrafted material touching and caressing her feet. Silk, calf skin, suede. It made her shiver just thinking about it.<br><br>And today was her favourite day of the week. David Boston was coming round with some new shoes, she would try them on and together they would discuss alterations, modifications or new ideas. He was a brilliant man, David, and always very professional. She appreciated that. Still, she couldn't help wondering what went on in his head, behind that tidy facade ... What made a man devote his life to making shoes? Not that she was complaining, he was the best at what he did and she was happy that he had decided on the career he did. But still...<br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted by the butler announcing the arrival of Mr Boston.<br>"Sen him in", she said and covered herself in an exquisite black silk kimono. She didn't want to embarrass the man wearing only a bikini, although she loved wearing heels to her bikini. Or, preferably, nothing but heels. But that was her little secret.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 23:32:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img01.imagefra.me/img/img01/2/10/19/madquest8/f_f7re7bsh7ijm_4fbed03.png)</div>David followed the butler to the pool at the back of the mansion. Gillian, or Mrs Mandrake as he called her professionally, had obviously been in the pool, he could see how wet she still was despite having been drying off a little in the sun. David was slightly disappointed that he had not had the opportunity to see her getting out of the pool or even taking a few laps in it, she clearly kept herself in shape and obviously had an amazing body. A body that had he been her husband he would have got to see in the flesh every night. If he was with her he was sure that she would not be spending money to bolster her self esteem, he would have made her fully aware of the priceless treasure that she really was.<br><br>Still, it was impossible to swim in heels he imagined, so it was not all bad. At least now that she was out of the pool he could discuss what kinds of heel she was after and what sort of event she planned to attend<br><br>He made his way over to her and extended his hand for his usual handshake, his eyes taking in the perhaps accidental flash of thigh as the wind caught her kimono, he shook her hand and waited to see whether she wanted to stay by the pool or move inside. Her bare unclothed feet held little interest for him, although he would have described them as cute if he had been asked, perhaps even dainty and delectable, but he had no sexual interest in them, only in how she looked when teetering about on fuck me pumps, or perhaps how she would look if she could find a man who wanted to fill her holes with spikes. David had such terrible thoughts while around her he hoped that she could never read in his face or expression what he wanted to do to her. It would almost be embarrassing.<br><br>“Hello Mrs Mandrake. I see you have been taking advantage of the weather. Alas heels are not meant for the water, but by the side of the pool they are more than acceptable, although not entirely practical, I would hate for you to slip and twist one of your ankles.” he smiled. “Open toe perhaps, or am I on the wrong track entirely. Where were you thinking of going this week. I will ensure that the other women present are all drooling over your heels and begging you to tell them where you purchased them by the end of the evening.”
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				Post by: <strong>blondie1</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 16:40:46</strong>
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				”Hello David!” She smiled and shook his hand.<br>“Yes, I have been enjoying the sun. As for heels that can be worn in water, maybe that should be your next project?”<br>She said it as a joke, but as soon as she had said it, she thought it to be a really good idea. Imagine swimming in heels! What a kick!<br><br>“In the mean time, let's focus on some heels that can endure another tedious cocktail party. And yes, open toe was my thought as well. What delicious creations have you got to show me today?” <br>“And”, she added, “you know I never reveal where my shoes come from, no matter how much salivating and begging I'm faced with. I want to keep you for myself”<br>She enjoyed flirting with this proper, stone faced man, who never seemed to reveal any emotion. It was safe. He was altogether professional and polite. Always.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 02:13:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img01.imagefra.me/img/img01/2/10/19/madquest8/f_a1yu5a7hm_498814b.png)</div> “Would you like to stay here, or retire inside?” &nbsp;asked David. “I’m not sure that some of these would weather well by the pool. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anything to get wet and ruined. Although not everything that gets wet Is damaged, but those types of footwear are more suited to farmers and labourers than ladies of means such as yourself.” &nbsp;he said waiting for her to indicate where he should open up his case.<br><br>“How is Mr Mandrake these days? Is he around at the moment of away at work, perhaps business?” &nbsp;he was just being polite, but the truth was it mattered little if Gillian’s husband was around or not, there were always servants about the place unfortunately. It was rare to capture Gillian by herself, even during shoe sessions. “Another cocktail party? With your grace and deportment I would have expected a premier of some sort, or at least an after show party. Are you perhaps taking a rest this season?” he politely enquired.<br><br>“I’m not sure about the design of these, might it be possible to see the outfit you intend to wear? That would give me a much better idea of what would look perfect on your feet.” or inside your pussy, jammed in tight. He added in his mind as he admired her legs, or what he could see of them. Gazing at her slender but well toned body was perfectly acceptable behaviour for David, after all he was merely looking at her feet to assess the perfect heel for her, Nothing more and nothing less.<br><br>"You are looking particularly beautiful today if you don't mind me saying Mrs Mandrake, an early swim seems to bring out a certain glow around you, I could certainly not have a better model to show off my heels if I scoured the city. Have you ever thought of posing for some pictures of yourself in heels? You have a certain way of walking that shows them off far better than many catwalk stars I have seen." he spoke in an even and emotionless voice, betraying none of the lust that boiled beneath the surface. Or in his mind.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>blondie1</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 20:50:57</strong>
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				"Yes of course, let's go inside. Why don't we go directly to my bedroom and I can show you some of the outfits I had in mind for the occasion?"<br>If he would have been anyone else, that might have sounded as a very forward invite. She smiled as the thought entered her mind. Not that she would have anything against getting a bit more intimate with this man. He was handsome, well behaved, and artistic. A man who could make these kind of shoes must have a delicate touch ...<br>She found herself blushing a little. What was she thinking? First of if all, the man was only being professionally polite - he had never showed any romantic interest in her, never looked at her body the way many other men did. And maybe that was what intrigued her? His complete lack of interest combined with immaculate appearance and proper ways.<br><br>She had "girlfriends" who slept with their house staff. The pool boy. Or the gardener. But Gillian had always thought such things to be below her. If she wanted that kind of attention she would go to one of the endless string of premieres, after show parties, benefit dinners or whatever they were, and slip away for a discrete meeting somewhere. Quick, effortless and sometimes even good.<br>Her husband, Mr Mandrake, was a good lover, but his business trips had become more and more frequent and she spent many nights, and days, alone. She was almost certain that he had numerous affairs. He would certainly say that they meant nothing, if she confronted him with it. A secretary, or some intern perhaps. She didn't really care. She had a good life and wasn't about to ruin it by making a drama. He could have his lovers and she could have her heels. <br>Anyway she had never been passionately in love with her husband, but she was fond of him. And that was good enough. She wasn't really a passionate person. Except when it came to heels.<br><br>"Mr Mandrake is just fine, thank you. He is away on business. As usual", she added with a slightly strained smile.<br><br>When David complimented her and asked if she had ever thought of posing for&nbsp; pictures in heels she found herself blushing a little again.<br>"Oh no, David, that is not for me!" she said and smiled a little too widely. The truth was that she was very flattered. And she wouldn't mind having pictures of herself in exquisite heels ... <br><br>"Now then, come with me and we'll see what you've got for me!" She led the way inside, up the stairs that led to her bedroom
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				Post by: <strong>Jack Stalker</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 23:41:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img37.imagefra.me/img/img37/2/10/22/madquest8/f_87f1m0rd1htm_6fb0978.png)</div> Gillian provided him with a devastating view of her legs and thighs as she glided up the stairs in front of him, he was temporarily distracted from her feet, bare as they were and instead feasted his eyes on her legs. Legs had always been of interest to David but it was Gillian’s legs, today in particular, that drew his attention. They were magnificent, perfect calves leading up to shapely thighs, her ass tight under the kimono.&nbsp; He almost wanted to reach out and slap it, squeeze it to see just how taut it was under the flimsy gown she wore. He had never seen such perfect pins upon which to display his heels, he often wished that he could lick them all the way from the tip of a spike , up her warm thighs to the hot cavern nestling between her legs, where he could feast with his tongue until she was ready to be fucked by a heel, perhaps one in each of her tight holes. He knew she was still tight, despite her marriages, there was obviously something wrong with her husbands to not shower her with the attention she deserved. She truly was like a princess of old, she should have been born into royalty as she was more beautiful than any real princess he had ever seen, most of them looked like horses of farmyard beasts, especially the English ones.<br><br>Gillian led him into her room like it was nothing, like she had a force field around her that would stop him from ravaging her body on the sheets. He wondered if she brought him into her intimate parlor&nbsp; to tease him, to see if one day he would not just snap and ravish her mercilessly. But of course that was pure fantasy. A mere employee David knew that she would never do such a thing, it would have to be him who grabbed her and pinned her to a wall, before stroking his way down her legs to gaze up on whatever wonders she had decided to dangle from her feet that day.<br><br>“What outfit were you planning on wearing Mrs Mandrake?” &nbsp;he asked. “Would you like to show me, or perhaps try it on. It is sometimes better to see an outfit being worn.” &nbsp;And clinging to every inch of your amazing curves… he thought. He hoped she would be wearing one of her short dresses or skirts, she looked amazing in whatever she wore of course, even in tight smart trousers her ass cheeks or her thighs still strained against the material, but it was her legs he liked the most, how she thought of herself as being too short he would never know, but this blessing of her personality meant that he got to see her in more fantastic outfits and heels than even her husband. David wondered why she did not in fact have a toy boy yet, maybe she was waiting for the right person to come along... someone who would want her for herself and not her money. <br><br>In his mind no one could look like Gillian could in one of his designs. He was almost tempted to try and get&nbsp; some shots of her with his camera phone when she wasn't looking. Or perhaps he could come up with some feeble excuse for taking the shots if he had to.<br><br>
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