The Fetish Club Ch. 01

The Fetish Club Ch. 01


“So, what’s your story?” The redhead in the corner asked me. She was holding the leash to her scantily clad boyfriend, drumming her fingers on his shoulder.

“excuse me?” I asked, I hadn’t really been paying attention.

“What’s your story? Why are you at Fetish Club? Tell us everything, every detail. You can’t tell us anything that will freak us out.” She smiled at me, winked, and then laughed a delicate, tinkling laugh.

I looked at my boyfriend, and he squeezed my hand, smiling in encouragement.

“Well, it started about two months ago….” I began.

Rose and William

~Goddamn do I need to get laid!~ I thought to myself. I was sitting at a downtown bar moping into my gin and tonic because the guy I had been dating for the last two weeks had dumped me. It wasn’t that I was heartbroken or anything, he was simply the only guy I had been able to go on more than two dates with in the last six months or so. It wasn’t that I was unattractive, quite the opposite in fact. I was short, just over five feet tall, and slender yet curvy in all the right places, and I was a natural blonde to boot. My problem was that I couldn’t keep men around for very long.

Men always think I’m strange because I collect high heeled shoes. Actually, it’s not just a collection; it’s an obsession. I came from a moderately wealthy family and I work as a lawyer in a corporate office, so I have plenty of money to spare. At least once a week I buy a new pair of shoes, and I rarely wear any pair more than twice. I actually had shelves built into the walls in my apartment to keep my collection of over 250 pairs of heels on display! This has a tendency to freak people out because not only does it make me seem high maintenance, but once I get talking about them it’s obvious how much I adore shoes.

So that was why I was moping. Eric had seemed like the kind of guy who actually handle my obsession, but I had been wrong. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice someone approaching me until he spoke.

“Hey Rose,” said a tentative male voice, “I haven’t seen you outside of work before.”

I looked up at the man sitting next to me at the bar. He was very handsome; tall, with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. I didn’t recognize him at first since he had a five o’clock shadow and wasn’t wearing a business suit. His name was William, and he worked in the same law office I did. He sat a few desks away from me and we had never really talked much, and I had never really noticed him. Looking at him now, I couldn’t imagine how I missed him.

“Oh hey!” I exclaimed, “I almost didn’t recognize you. How have you been?”

“Good, good.” He said, responding to my small talk. “I like your shoes, by the way, are they new?” he gave me a slightly cheeky smile as he said this, my crazy shoes were legendary at the office. Today I had a beautiful pair of lipstick red patent leather stiletto pumps. They were extremely shiny and had a perfect arch that made them actually quite comfortable to walk in. They were my current favorites, but my new pair almost always was.

I blushed slightly, embarrassed by my strange obsession that always drove men away. “Yeah,” I responded, “I just got them today. I guess you already know that I have a lot of shoes.” And then I giggled, feeling suddenly nervous and slightly tipsy.

He gave me a big, genuine smile that made my heart skip a beat. I was glad he couldn’t tell what he was doing to it with that gorgeous grin, which would have been really embarrassing. “Oh yeah, I’ve noticed,” he said, becoming bolder, “and I like them. You have excellent taste.” He looked down my legs to my shoes with a look of open admiration, and what I could only assume was lust. “Yes, very good taste.” He mumbled.

My blush deepened, and he must have noticed because his grin got cheeky. “I’m glad you like them,” I said, “most people are a little freaked out by my collection.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and asked, “How many do you have, exactly?”

Now my entire face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment, but I answered him anyway. I would rather he reject me now than after I had decided to like him. “Um… I’m not totally sure, but at least 200 pairs. I have them all displayed on shelves in my apartment.” I explained.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, his face transforming into a look of shock and, surprisingly, awe. “Could I see them?” He blurted out, and then blushed slightly himself, obviously feeling awkward because of his sudden enthusiasm.

“Of course,” I said, my embarrassment suddenly replaced by confidence. Finally, a man who seemed to appreciate shoes! “But let me buy you a drink first. We are at a bar, after all.” I figured it was safer to show him while he was under the influence of alcohol, it would soften his shock a bit. The men who I seemed to be able to hold onto were always a little tipsy when they saw my shoes at first for some reason.

About half an hour later we stumbled out of the bar, laughing uproariously, mersin escort and climbed into a cab. I gave the cabbie the address of my apartment and then continued to joke with Will. We had been telling jokes in the bar when we left, and were continuing to banter about.

“Okay, okay, I got one!” Will said, laughter in his eyes, “what is the difference between a rooster and a blonde?”

“I dunno,” I laughed, “what?”

“Well, one says ‘cock-a-doodle-doo!’ and the other says ‘any cock’ll do!'” and he started laughing uproariously, the scotch he had imbibed at the bar wafting over to me on his breath.

I swatted at him playfully, but missed by a mile. That got us both laughing even harder, of course, and we were both nearly falling out of our seats in the cab. I was laughing so hard tears were welling up in my eyes and I had to take deep breaths in order to calm down enough to be able to talk.

“So, a blonde walks into a bar, sits down, and asks the bartender for a drink. A few minutes later another blonde walks in and the first one jumps up and the two of them start bouncing around and yelling, ‘two years! Two years!’ The bartender looks over at them, but doesn’t comment. He serves the second blonde her drink and goes back to work. A third blonde walks in, and the three of them start jumping around and yelling, ‘two years! Two years!’ before the bartender has a chance to react, a fourth blonde walks and the same thing happens again. The bartender walks over and asks, ‘excuse me, but why do you girls keep jumping around and yelling two years?’ the blondes look at each other and the first one answers him, ‘well, we were doing this puzzle and it said four to six years, but we finished it in two years!'” and then I burst into laughter. He did the same and the two of us were leaning against each other for support.

As we were laughing our eyes locked and suddenly we went quiet. He reached out and pushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. Our eyes still locked on each other, he started to lean in slowly, the sweet smell of the scotch he had at the bar growing stronger. Right when our lips were about to touch, the cab slammed to a halt and we bumped into each other drunkenly. We burst into laughter again, and I blushed a deep crimson for having rammed into him like that.

“We’re here. That’ll be $25.50.” the cabbie informed us brusquely.

I started fishing through my purse for my wallet, but William beat me to it. He handed the cab driver what looked like two twenties, and said, “Keep the change.”

We stepped out of the cab, still giggling, and walked drunkenly up the steps to my apartment. As I was fumbling with my keys Will lost his balance and tripped, reaching out with both hands to catch himself. One hand landed on the railing and the other landed perfectly on my left breast. I gasped, nearly dropping my keys, as I felt warmth start to pool in my abdomen and a tickling sensation start between my thighs. William quickly straightened up and removed his hand, mumbling “sorry,” but I could tell that he wasn’t. I gave him a chiding look and unlocked the door. We stepped in and I flicked on the light switch. I kept my eyes on his face to gauge his reaction; I wanted to see if I would need to call the cab back for him.

His face was actually quite funny, and I probably would have giggled if I hadn’t been so nervous of scaring him off. When I first turned on the light he had been laughing, but when he saw the far wall covered in heels of all styles and colors his smile suddenly melted off into a look that resembled horror, but to my relief it was simply what he looked like on his way to slack-jawed awe. His eyes roved my collection, beginning to glitter as he took it all in.

“Wow,” he said quietly, “just… wow. This is amazing!” suddenly his entire face lit up like a little boy in a candy store and he ran over to inspect my shoes more closely. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath until then, when I let it out in a loud “whoosh!”

“I’m glad you like them,” I said, “the shelves go all around the apartment, except for inside the kitchen and the bathrooms. Would you like to see the rest?”

“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed, not at all able to control his enthusiasm. “This is an amazing collection you have.”

“Thank you.” I said, a little smug. My shoes have always been my most prized possessions. Suddenly I started to get excited. No one, man or woman, had ever responded to my collection with such enthusiasm.

I showed Will into my bedroom where I kept my favorites. He looked around the room with an amazed expression. He turned and looked at me and said, “Can I touch them?”

I stopped and looked at him for a second, no one had ever asked me that before. “Uh, sure.” I said. “Feel free.”

He was so excited about the shoes that he didn’t notice my confusion or my hesitation. He went straight to the wall and pulled off a pair of open toed pink platform heels. kocaeli escort They were what I liked to call ‘stripper shoes’, and they were definitely the kind of shoes I would never wear outside the house. They had a 2 inch platform and seven inch heels, and the platform was filled with this pretty sparkly sand. The toe strap was about an inch wide and made of a translucent, glittery, pink plastic material. The ankle band was made of the same, but it wrapped up my calf about four inches before it clasped.

“These. Are. Amazing.” He said slowly, punctuating every word. His eyes were glittering with lust, and he had a slight tent in his pants. Shocked, I realized he was getting turned on by my shoes! Though this had never happened before, I found it rather exciting and the tickling and warmth I felt before became much more intense. When I spoke, I was surprised to realize my words were shaky. “I’m glad you like them, all the shoes in this room are my favorites.”

“Would you mind modeling them for me?” he asked, his words and his eyes intense.

“Of course I wouldn’t mind.” I answered, smiling. I walked over to him and gently took the shoes from his hands. I walked into the attached bathroom and closed the door so as to increase his anticipation and arousal. I quickly stepped out of the pumps I had been wearing and slipped into my pink stripper heels, my breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. I had never felt so turned on without even being touched before! Once I had the shoes on I checked myself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. I was wearing a medium length floral print summer dress that accentuated my curves beautifully, and with the platform heels on it looked like my legs went on forever. I turned and grabbed a mint out of a drawer to cover the alcohol on my breath. I breathed in deeply to steady myself, and then stepped out.

William was sitting on my bed expectantly staring at the door to the bathroom. I smiled at him shyly when I stepped out, and I heard his breath hitch in his chest. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen.” He breathed out softly, standing and approaching me. I could see that he was highly aroused, his erection pressing against the denim of his jeans. Before I had a chance to respond he had reached me and leaned down to kiss me passionately. I was surprised by how tall he was, I hadn’t noticed until I was in seven inch heels. Shocked, I didn’t respond at first, but I quickly melted in his arms and started moving my lips against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and twined my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He gently licked the edges of my lips, inviting me to let him in. I moaned, parting my lips and massaged his tongue with my own, tasting his mouth. He tasted sweet and tangy, like lemonade with just a little sugar. He captured my tongue in his mouth and began sucking and nibbling it, making me groan and rub my sex into his leg. He broke the kiss and before I could protest he turned me and backed me into the bed, and then laid me down on it.

William followed, kissing me passionately again. Slowly he started kissing down my jaw and to my neck, sending electric tingles throughout my body. He kissed my collarbones and then started moving to my chest, moving the material of my dress down in order to get more skin. I moaned, my body giving into the sensations he was causing, making me tremble. “You taste so good,” he murmured into my skin, “I bet your pussy tastes even better.” His words caused me to gasp and then whimper in anticipation, rubbing my pussy against his hip. He shifted and I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh; hot and hard. Right then I wanted him more than I had wanted anything in my life, and it actually scared me a little. I never gave into men this quickly. But it had been a while, I reasoned with myself; Eric and I had never slept together.

William pulled me out of my reverie by moving and kissing my nipples through my dress, causing me to gasp and wriggle. He chuckled sexily and continued to kiss down my body, stopping to press his mouth into my pussy hard through my clothes. “I can smell how hot you are for me,” he whispered, “you smell so good!”

“Oh God, William!” I moaned, “I want you so badly!”

He chuckled again and continued to kiss down my thigh, lifting my dress so he could find more skin. I reached up from his head as it was going too far down for me to follow and placed my hands on my breasts, pinching and teasing my own nipples to increase my sensations. This, mixed with his kisses on my thigh, caused me to arch my back and moan loudly, trying to assuage the tickling, burning desire in my clit.

He continued kissing down my leg until he reached my left foot, and then he slowed his pace, kissing more sensually. He kissed the top of my foot down to my toes, causing me to twitch and gasp in pleasure. I never knew having my foot paid attention to like that could feel so good! He kissed each toe slowly, samsun escort sensually, before he reached down and kissed the platform of the shoe. He sat back, picking up my foot to look at it. “These shoes look so sexy on you.” He murmured huskily, “God, I want you so badly!”

He put my foot down and picked up the other one, kissing the platform and then each toe. He started up my leg and felt little electric currents travel from his lips up to my clit, each one making me twitch and moan in desire. When he reached the top of my thigh he began to gently kiss my mound through the thin cotton of my underwear, increasing the burning of my desire.

“Will,” I whimpered, “please…”

He smiled up at me and then grabbed the sides of my panties and quickly pulled them down over my feet, stopping to caress and admire the shoes as he came back up. “Sit up.” he said, and I whimpered in protest but did as he said. He started kissing me with an intense hunger, and then he reached behind me and unzipped my dress. He grabbed the edges of it and pulled it roughly, desperately over my head. He lunged and latched onto my nipple, pushing me back down onto the bed. I moaned in surprise and then in need as he sucked and licked first one nipple and then the other. He moved down my body, stopping to play with my belly button piercing with his tongue. Every sensation just made me want him, need him even more.

Finally he reached my pussy, but didn’t kiss or lick. First he took a deep breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring, and then looked up at me with pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes. “You smell so good…” he groaned, and then licked my shaved lips from bottom to top. “And you taste good…” he breathed before diving in.

My breath caught, and then I moaned so loudly I was sure the neighbors would be able to hear, but I didn’t care. His tongue explored between my lips, finding my opening and tasting my arousal. He then moving his tongue up slowly, sensually, finding my clit and making me gasp. He swirled he tongue around it slowly, causing me to wind tighter and tighter on my way to orgasm. I reached down and clutched his hair, begging him to let me come. He moaned onto my clit, the vibrations making me arch my pussy into his lips. Suddenly he sucked my clit into his mouth and rammed his fingers into my opening at the same time. He finger fucked me hard and fast, and used the suction of his mouth as well as his tongue to bring me higher and closer. His tongue was rubbing my clit, winding me tighter and tighter until my hips were off the bed pushing into his face while my hands pushed his face down into my pussy. He started finger fucking me even harder and then used his teeth to gently scrape across my clit, causing me to gasp and thrash my head. I was so close, but he was going just slowly enough to keep my orgasm at bay! “Please…” I whimpered, “Let me come…”

That was all the encouragement he needed, he sped up the pressure and speed of his tongue on my clit, and I exploded. I started screaming in pleasure, my entire body convulsing in time with Will’s fingers and tongue. I could feel my sheath pulsing and hot moisture being spread by his fingers. It was the best orgasm I had ever had; it felt like I had one thousand fireworks going off inside my body, each one its own little spark of pleasure.

When I came down from my orgasm, panting and gasping, William brought his head up, smiling, and wiped his lips on the back of his hand. “You taste even better when you come.” He said, lust making his voice husky. I sat up suddenly, taking him by surprise and kissing him passionately. I could taste my musk in his mouth and it made me moan again, increasing my desire for him even more. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off of him, admiring his body. He was thin and lithe, but not skinny. He was well muscled, but not overly so. He was built like a runner or a dancer, and he was even more gorgeous without a shirt. Hungrily, I clawed at his belt and then his button, trying to remove his pants as fast as I could. He scooted back off the bed and stood up, dropping his pants and boxers at the same time, just as desperate as I was to get him out of his clothes. He started back to the bed, but I got up on my knees and stopped him, wanting to be able to see his gorgeous, naked body. I shivered with desire, wanting him more and more the longer I looked at him. I lowered myself down onto my hands so that I was level with his throbbing erection and then slowly licked it from base to tip.

Will inhaled sharply, then groaned out, “yes…” encouraging me to continue. I obliged him, lifting one hand to hold the base of his cock steady while I licked all around the head. I could see a drop of pre-come on the tip of his penis, and I quickly licked it up, groaning at the taste of his arousal. I placed the head of his penis inside my mouth and started moving backward and forward, using my tongue to press on the underside of his shaft. He reached his hand down and tangled his fingers in my hair, tilting his head back and moaning in pleasure. Encouraged, I took his cock deep into my throat, gagging slightly. His hand tightened in my hair and he gasped loudly, and then moaned. I continued to alternate between playing with the head of his cock with my tongue and placing him deep within my throat.

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