They make me feel so sexy My black high heeled shoesAnd when I’m feeling naughtyThey are the ones I choose I first slide on my LBDA short black clingy thingI have no need for lacey wearAnd toss my wedding ring Then I ease my foot insideThe sultry change beginsMy dancer's legs put on displayWith lust filled mind of sins Walking in these sexy pumpsThey cause my stride to strutThen comes a certain confidenceAnd a jiggle from...

My Favourite Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour I suppose. Then again, that’s ginger, or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense, I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once... I’m not totally crazy. My second great passion is feet. Women’s.....

I find high heels oh-so sexy. I find women in them hot.If I’d the chance to be with one, I’d do it like a shot.I would fulfill all her wishes.I’d go down on bended knee.Because I think it’s true to say, they’ve power over me.They give such a sensual curve to a calf,such confidence to stride.They turn me on so very much, it’s very hard to hide.There’s nothing I can think of that I wouldn’t do,for a slender leg just slipped...

The fact that Belinda had brought the new toy with her means she must have at least suspected that I would go too far and end up fucking the shoe store guy; I felt a little hurt at this presumption but also a little giddy with love for her that she knew me so well. Oh my God, this was a toy from a gothic torture fantasy! The reason I didn’t recognise it at first was because it was three-pronged instead of two. The busines...

“Hello. Namaste,” he said, his voice was accented with the clipped precise consonants that were so familiar from my parents and their friends. “Welcome to Sundara. My name is Rajit. How can I be of assistance?” I could feel the cotton of my summer school dress brushing across my bare pussy and felt completely exposed, like I was standing on a mirrored floor. Here goes. “Namaste,” I smiled back at him. “Sorry, but now you’...

Prologue Hello readers, this is Rupali. I know what you’re thinking: if Rupali is writing the foreword for one of Belinda’s “Headmaster” stories then her secret mystery man is no longer a mystery. It’s true; I know his identity. I feel a bit late to the party because her readers knew so long ago but … well I’m one of you now; no more secrets. The story that follows is – Belinda tells me – the second of three on my discove...

So how long have you been into feet?Who am I? What's my name? Irrelevant. You don't need to know my name, my age or my star sign. What you do need to know is that I work as an S2 auditor for Deloitte, a global financial services firm in their Islington based London England branch. I'm attractive, hard working, driven and get on very well with my colleagues, so with this in mind I think you can see how, when I was chosen a...

I was around seventeen at the time. I was going through my rebellious, pot smoking phase and never really wanted to be around my family, so I basically lived with my best friend, Jon. He lived in a condo downtown. We just hung out, smoked, and played video games all day and night. It was a lot of fun. This story takes place during the summer post junior year. As I said, I was essentially living at Jon’s place at this time...