I have a secret in my shoe too
Part one
Story by Joy Cohaan
I'm a petite woman of 29 years old. There is one big obsession in my life:
smelly nylon feet. It took three years of psychoanalysis to understand my
feelings. Only through rebirthing did I learn the truth. I had my first erotic
memories when I was a girl of one year old. I was lying on the carpet in front
of my parents. They were sitting on the couch. My mother in black seamed fully
fashioned stockings and my father in long black nylon sheer transparent socks.
They were reading books and meanwhile playing with me: with their nylon feet, as
always. They were teasing me and rubbing me with their nyloned feet. They both
had the smelliest feet I ever experienced. Later I realized that this was the
most important experience in my childhood, because until today smelly feet in
nylons are the best thing in the world to me. Although I have enjoying myself
quite a lot until now I never met a man or a woman who shared my obsession.
Until last Tuesday.
It was my day off and I decided to do some shopping but first I had to dress. I
was standing before the mirror in my garterbelt, shiny stockings and high heels.
Ever since my sixteenth birthday I wore old fashioned black seamed stockings.
Because of my obsession for smelly feet I never take my stockings off. I wear
them night and day without washing my feet or my stockings. I only take them off
when they are ruined. Sometimes that takes a very long time. The stockings that
I'm wearing at the moment have been wrapped around my small feet for almost six
months. After a few months it is almost impossible to take them off because they
stick to my feet. Together with the dirt and the sweat they cling tightly to my
feet. Whenever they are ruined and I need to take them off I really have to tear
them off. I do not only keep 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 to keep them
covered with the same dirty shoes. I do not have to take my shoes off to smell
my feet because they are so smelly I smell them always. The smell travels up to
my whole body and nests in the rest of my clothes. To achieve that effect I wear
only nylon, satin or polyester clothes. Transparent nylon panties, a heavy satin
underwired bra, a luxury knee length satin full slip with lace and a glossy
exciting satin suspender belt with deep lace flounce and eight fat suspenders.
All black. Today I choose a firm black satin skirt to wear. It is a pencil skirt
with a slit. On top of that I wear a white satin shirt blouse with long sleeves.
Within half an hour all the clothes I'm wearing get moist. They stick to my body
and up travels the smell of my feet. When I'm wrapped in moist nylon within a
few hours my whole body becomes a big smelly foot and that is the way I like it.
To me it is the best perfume there is. It smells delicious. I decide to wear a
black plastic shiny raincoat because it drizzles a little bit outside. The heels
of my shoes are four and a half inches high. Almost five really. I can easily
walk on six inch high heels but not for long. As a professional hairdresser with
my own shop I'm standing all day long. So a full five or six inch heel is very
difficult.
Outside it drizzles a little bit, but it is also hot and humid. I put my hat,
that matches my coat, on my head, and cover my hands with the sheerest gloves
possible. They are hand made from a pair of seamed stockings. Because it is very
hot outside I start sweating immediately. My plastic coat prevents the warmth
from escaping so within a short time I'm steaming all over my body. My clothes
and body become damp and wet. My legs are always the first to start sweating and
I feel the little drops of sweat tickling down my nylon covered legs into my
shoes. Walking on dirty nylon feet is heavenly. It is a special experience. My
feet are practically glued to my stockings and my stockings are glued to my
shoes. Walking is a little bit like gliding in my shoes. I can not exactly tell
what it feels like, but one can compare it with walking with a shoe full of old
mayonnaise.
On the streets I get a lot of attention. Feminine clothes, seamed stockings and
high heels are very popular in Holland, but most woman only wear them inside. On
the streets it is blue jeans all over the place. I decide to buy a pair of
stockings. There is only one shop in Holland that sells fully fashioned
stockings with a square heel. All the other shops only sell the modern English
version with pointed heel. They are called Aristoc. But I hate the pointed heel.
A square heel is the only real thing. The stockings I always buy have a very big
heel. And when I say big, I mean big. The heel is about six inches. Two inches
disappear in my shoe but the other four inches show clearly. It is not small,
but a fat heel. The reinforced foot with the reinforced toes and heel is so big
also that it shows on all sides with the shoe on.
The shop I'm visiting is called MeDask in Amsterdam. In the first place it is a
rubber shop. Almost everything in the shop is made of rubber: skirts, blouses,
coats, stockings, underwear. But they also have my stockings. When I'm looking
around a little bit in the shop there is a voice behind me that says: "I smell
feet." When I turn around I'm standing eye to eye with a very beautiful woman.
She is dressed almost as I am. The same coat, the same fully fashioned black
stockings with a square heel and almost the same shoes. But the rest of her
clothes are completely different. From knee to neck she is covered in heavy
rubber. A tight rubber hobble skirt, a rubber blouse and rubber gloves. All
black. Because of the high temperature she is sweating profoundly. I can tell
because 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 to my nose."
I am a little bit off balance and don't know what to say. The words are like
music in my ears but because I've never been in a situation like this, I don't
know what to say. The only thing I manage to say is: "Thank you." "Thank you!"
the woman answers. "Thank you for giving my nose so much pleasure," she says.
"By the way. Are you willing to give me a hand trying on this dress? It is a
very tight rubber dress and I can not possibly try it on without assistance. I
am waiting for the saleslady for 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 room together. "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 rubber briefs. She was completely
wet. Her clothes were dripping on all sides. 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 would love you to do it." I said embarrassed but at the same time
excited.
I sat down on the chair and crossed my moist nyloned legs, but not without
making the beautiful sound of nylon rubbing against nylon. She knelt down on the
wet floor and started kissing and licking my high heeled shoe. Her tongue
disappeared between the instep of my shoe and my feet trying to taste the
stickiness on my feet. "May I take off your shoe?" she asked. "Yes," I moaned.
"But I am not sure if you can. I haven't taken them off for over five months."
"My god, it is incredible. If that is true this will be the best day of my
life."
She carefully tried to remove my shoe, but didn't succeed. "Let me do it," I
said. With a little bit of force it came loose. Victoria gasped when she saw the
inside of my shoe and the sludge around my foot. "My god, I can really eat this
foot," Victoria said, but she didn't eat my foot immediately. She laid down on
her back and planted my foot on her nose. "I want to smell this sludge first,
darling," she said. With her nostrils going up and down and with a heavy
breathing she kept smelling my foot for over ten minutes. "I love you. I love
you," she kept repeating.
After the ten minutes she started slowly licking my entire foot from top to
bottom. There was a thick layer of sludge under my foot. On some places the
nylon material of my stocking had completely disappeared under the sludge.
Victoria was really eating my foot. She tried to get as much sludge in her mouth
as possible. When she finally took as much as possibe of my toes in her mouth
she shivered and afterwards climaxed spontaneously. When she recovered she stood
up and kissed me full on my mouth. Her breath and her mouth smelled entirely
like my feet. For the first time I was kissing my own feet. It felt delicious.
"I have a secret in my shoe too," she said. You are the first person ever to
whom 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 of water. "Piss," she said.
"That is my own piss. Like you I never take off my shoes and stockings, but the
difference is that mine are always filled with piss. Let me show you how I do
it." She put the shoe back on and stood still for half a minute. She pressed her
legs against each other. "Do you see it?" she asked. "No," I said. "Look at my
legs!" When I studied her legs more precisely I saw that a little stream of piss
was tickling down her sheer legs and filling her shoes to the edge. Without
asking I bent down and put my mouth on her foot. At first I only kissed her
soaking feet. My lips becoming wet from her warm piss. Within a few minutes I
was sipping the piss out of her shoe. Because she kept pissing it enabled me to
keep drinking her warm piss. I removed her shoe, turned on my back and took all
her fully fashioned nylon toes in my mouth. Although very slowly she kept on
pissing and the warm liquid kept streaming into my mouth. Although I sometimes
had tasted my own piss I had never swallowed it. But hers tasted wonderful, even
better than champagne. With the warm liquid dripping from her toes in my mouth I
had a beautiful view of the underside of her foot: the black seam going up her
leg, the big square heel of her stocking standing proudly, the sandal foot
disappearing in my mouth, the beautiful gloss all over her leg because her
stocking was reflecting the light.
Although her foot wasn't as dirty as mine because the piss in her shoes all day
long prevents the dirt from sticking to her feet, her foot was in no way clean.
Not on the outside but on the inside of the stocking there was 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 smell as possible. My lungs were on fire because
of the big pleasure I was receiving. I could keep on lying there forever. After
a few minutes she sat down again on the chair, removed her other shoe and
planted her wet nylon smelly foot on my nose. Two little toes disappeared into
my nose. The other foot remained in my mouth. I climaxed as I had never done
before. I was the happiest woman in the world. I stood up and we kissed
passionately for a very long time. She never tried the dress on. We left the
shop as two teenagers in love.
Outside she said: "I forgot to fill my shoes." At the same time she stood still
on the sidewalk, filled her shoes to the edge and walked on with a splashing
sound coming from her shoes. "How come the piss stays in your shoes," I asked.
"Because the inside of all my shoes is covered with waterproof plastic. It keeps
the piss inside and it keeps my feet sweaty and warm," she answered. As we
walked towards a cafe we could hear each other clearly. Slosh, Slosh, as wet
nylon glides along wet nylon and splashing sounds from our feet. We sat down by
a table near the window. Within half a minute we started laughing because we
both were frequently crossing our legs. I love the sound that comes from
crossing sheer nyloned legs and I myself very frequently cross my legs all day
long because of the sensation it gives me, but I never experienced other women
doing it and certainly not in my presence. Because obviously Esther had the same
thought, we both had to laugh. Crossing nyloned legs was for both of us a habit.
At the table in the cafe we had a little competition. Who could produce the
loudest sound by crossing our legs. I pressed my legs together hard and very,
very slowly lifted my left leg. Higher than necessary of course to produce more
sound. Then slowly, keeping on the pressure, I shifted my left leg to the right
while crossing the right leg. Finally I brought my left leg down slowly to
finish the crossing. We both tried to do it in the most sexy way. The fact that
the neon lights were shining on our stockings highlighted the procedure. When
the waiter came Esther ordered a bottle of cheap house wine. When he returned
and left two glasses and the bottle on the table Esther said to me: "In the
toilet the empty wine bottles are stacked. Please go there, take an empty
bottle, fill it with your own 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 said
and walked away. I did as I was asked and filled the bottle almost entirely.
When I came back at our table she grabbed my handbag and exchanged the two
bottles without anybody noticing it. She filled both our glasses and said:
"Cheers." We both took our glasses and brought them to our lips. We sat staring
at each other without drinking. At the same time we lifted the warm and steaming
glass to enjoy the odor. Then we both took a sip and enjoyed the taste of the
"wine." It tasted wonderful. While we were emptying the bottle, she asked me to
place my chair in front of her across the table. She did 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 inch long red nails. After a few minutes she places my
big toe at the entrance of her cunt and said to me: "Push darling." While I was
pushing my toes disappeared in to her dripping cunt. "Harder," she whispered. At
first I didn't understand it but when half my stinky nyloned foot was inside her
cunt I did understand what she wanted. I moved my chair a little bit further to
the table, shifted my position and pressed as hard as I could. Finally with a
little thud it disappeared completely in her belly. "Move your foot please," she
said with a little difficulty because she was gasping for air. I did as I was
told and I moved my slippery sludged wet foot up and down her cunt. With each
moment it became more easy. "Hold it still for one moment please," she asked. I
knew immediately why because I felt her warm piss streaming down my leg and
foot. "Start moving your foot again," she said. Her cunt was now a big slippery
hole and my fully fashioned nylon foot slid in and out easily. She climaxed in
her chair. I removed my soaking foot and slipped it in my shoe again. It felt
completely warm and sticky. "Thank you," she said. "The reward will come soon."
As we walked to her home we got a lot of attention. Mainly because our legs and
feet were soaking wet and dirty, people could hear us walking. Rubber was a very
important item at her home. The chairs, the couch, the floor, the curtains and
her bed were all covered or made of rubber. She showed me her closet. Her
wardrobe was completely made of rubber. "I've no other clothes," she told me.
"I've worn rubber night and day for over fifteen years." We laid down on her
rubber bed. I inhaled the smell of the rubber and enjoyed it very much. She
covered us both completely with a big huge heavy rubber sheet. We started
kissing passionately while the heat was building up under the rubber sheet. Then
from the inside she tucked the sheet tightly under the mattress. It became
completely dark and breathing became difficult. The smell of rubber and her
tongue were everywhere. Then she crouched to the other side of the bed and gave
me her feet to lick while she grabbed mine to do the same. I took her shoes off
and planted both her wet smelly feet in my face. I sucked hard so I could get as
much piss in my mouth as possible. She did the same and was gulping down the
sludge from my feet.
When our feet were finally clean 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 the entrance of her ass. It needed some hard pressure, but it went in
alright. Now both my feet were inside her belly. I kept moving my feet in and
out. After a while I couldn't stand it any longer and grabbed both her nyloned
feet and shifted them to my cunt and ass. It took quite some time but we
succeeded finally. They both went in.
What followed was like a fight. We both kicked our legs to all sides to make as
much movement as possible. We were really trampling each other hard. Going in
and out with all the force we had in us. The pain became pleasure and we
climaxed together. We removed our fully fashioned nylon feet from our bellies
and started licking them feverishly. Finally we went to sleep. Her perfumed
nylon feet were on my pillow and my feet on hers. We fell asleep with each
others nylon toes in our mouths. That was the end of a very exciting day with
lots of nylon smelly feet.
End of part 01
