Blue Square Shoes

How do women know that we are looking at them? More so, how do they know exactly what part of them we are looking at?

When I first saw her, she was standing at the checkout line of my local supermarket. I chose my vantage point carefully and I thought I was safe. I was behind her; there was no way she could see that I was starting at her feet.

She was dressed in typical casual warm-weather attire: a white sleeveless top, and navy blue shorts that revealed her lovely legs. What intrigued me the most about her outfit were the sneakers she was wearing. They were definitely Keds; the traditional blue label told that story. They were navy blue, but the soles seemed to be built up a little more than the traditional champions. I couldn't see clearly from my position behind her, but it looked like the toes were almost square!

As I was craning my neck around to get a better look, a woman (well to a middle aged man like me, she was a girl -- maybe in her 20's) tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me." and made her way past me to join the woman I was staring at.

As she passed me, I noticed that this girl was every bit as sunning as her friend, except that she was wearing a pair of sparkling white Classic Champions. She turned back to me and smiled. It was a smile such as only a good-looking, young girl can give.

She then turned to her friend and whispered something in her ear. Both of them giggled at whatever it was that was exchanged. It wasn't until several minutes later that the woman in the blue, square-toed sneakers looked back at me.

She gave me a knowing look as if she was able to read my mind. I convicted myself as I broke eye contact and looked down at my feet.

Nonetheless I looked intently at their feet as they walked out towards the parking lot.

I heaved a sigh of relief as the little old lady in front of me started her checkout: one more temptation gone. Was I ever wrong!

My head was well buried in the trunk as I putting in my groceries when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It startled me and as I stood up, I banged my head on the lid. "Oh, I'm sorry," said a sweet feminine voice. "My roommate and I are having a problem with our car. Could you help us?" Keeping my head down and rubbing it, I noticed the blue square toes.

Well, I'm no mechanic, but what man would ever admit that given a chance to help a besneakered young lady.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"We seem to have a flat. Oh, by the way, my name is Karen," she said extending her hand. I took it and squeezed gently. She had a firm grip for a girl, and I realized how clammy and limp my handshake was in comparison. She smiled back at me and said, "My friend's name is Pam."

I managed to stammer back, "I'm Joel."

I walked over to their car, and sure enough, one of the tires was very low. I went through the motions of getting the spare out of the trunk, and setting up the jack. The girls flanked me on either side. Unless I looked straight ahead, all I saw was a pair of shapely legs ending in either bright white champions, or this new intriguing style of sneaker.

By the time I stood up, I had a hard-on that couldn't go unnoticed. Karen, looked at it squarely and smiled. She leaned forward to my ear pressing her breasts into me and whispered, "You know, I know of a technique that will get rid of that stiffness." She backed off just a little and licked her lips.

My penis took control of my tongue and I said, "Err, you know you really shouldn't go anywhere without a spare tire. I better ride with you girls to make sure you get home alright."

"You're sure it's no problem." Pam flirted back.

My rational mind told me better, but I wound up saying, "not at all," just the same.

"Why don't you ride 'shotgun?' I'll get in the back." Pam suggested.

"Why not," I thought. Pam did, indeed, get in the back, and she put her feet up between the seats on the pedestal. So not only did I have to watch the navy blue sneakers at work on the clutch and the pedal, I got to see some bright white Keds between us.

I felt like I had a heavy steel rod in my lap: a pulsating, aching steel rod. Most of the time, I'm not aware that I have a penis, however on occasions like this I'm not only aware, but so are others. Karen glanced down at my crotch, smiled at Pam in the mirror, and Pam wiggled her feet in response.

I don't know how Karen managed to stay on the road as she spent a great deal of time looking at my crotch. We finally got to her house, and I was pleased to note that it was not too far from where I lived.

The girls pulled their car down the driveway and towards the back of the house. Karen got out and opened the trunk while Pam hopped up the steps to open the back door. My eyes followed her legs and sexy sneakers as she bounced up the stairs.

I helped them carry their packages into the house.

We entered through what appeared to be a washroom, and I couldn't help but noticing two pairs of orange-stained Keds sitting near the door. This condition was obviously the aftermath of walking though the sticky, slippery wet clay that is characteristic of this area. Now the sneakers were merely caked with hard, orange clods that once had been mud. The girls had vegetable garden in the back, and I imagined they wore these sneakers while playing at being farm girls. I also noted that they appeared to wear the same size shoe. It's always handy when roommates can share clothes.

I immediately returned my attention to the much cleaner sneakers on display mere steps in front of me. I was "locked onto" their feet, and I no longer cared that I was being so obvious.

I followed them into the kitchen, where they quickly had everything put away. I watched them bend and twist in their outfits and flex their sneakers as they crouched to put something under the sink or in a lower cabinet. I was like some sort of seductive dance. I knew what to expect as a sole on the champions, but I had only a few tantalizing glimpses of what the square toed shoes had to offer.

Pam said, "Can we get you something to drink?"

"Please," I said, "something cold and non-alcoholic."

"Ice tea?"

"Sure!"

As Pam poured me the ice tea, Karen boosted herself up on the counter, leaned back with her arms braced behind her, giving me a great view of her figure as it strained against her clothes. She seemed to be an athletic girl rather than a voluptuous one. She crossed her legs and bounced her foot up and down. Watching her foot sway back and forth was like watching a hypnotist's watch weave in front of my eyes. I was, indeed, slipping into a trance.

The world became fuzzy. My normally acute peripheral vision became tunneled, spots swam before my eyes. The only clear thing I could see was her sneaker in the center of my focus. Although she was sitting across the room, it seemed like the sneaker was right in front of me.

I could hear the girls talking, but it was like being under water. I could tell something was being said, but it was muffled and muted, and I had a hard time making out the words …

"Give it another minute … I think he's going now … Don't let him hurt himself … Careful now."

I felt both girls hugging me and lowering me gently to the ground. Somehow I work up on a bed even though I didn't remember losing consciousness. One of them raised my arm and rolled up my sleeve. The room had changed. I was no longer in the kitchen. Things were becoming clearer. I could hear them talking.

"Joel, can you hear us?"

I nodded.

"Good. Are you OK?"

Again I made a nod. I was feeling great. I was so relaxed and didn't have a care in the world. I didn't care what happened to me.

"Pam, adjust that drip a little." I heard Karen say.

I was on my back, but didn't have an inclination to move. I felt a little cold then realized I was naked. This didn't fully register as the chatter of two female voices continued about me. I was naked in front of two strange women, both wearing sneakers of unbelievable allure, and I didn't care.

"He must be doing OK," I heard one of them say, "Look at the size of that boner."

Those words brought my mental focus onto my penis which suddenly felt like it weighed 10 lbs. I could feel it standing up and in a mental haze, I felt myself being drawn up into it.

Back it off just a little more, Pam."

I slowly became of what was really happening to me. I was on my back, in a bed, with hands tied to the headboard and feet tied to the foot. My penis was pointing skywards in an obscene mockery of a missile ready for launch. It still felt heavier than normal. In my left arm was a needle and tube running up to an IV.

I cleared my throat. "Wha-what's happening," I stammered.

Both girls laughed. "You're going to get your wish," Karen responded.

What wish?" I asked.

"To be dominated by a pair of sneaker-wearing girls."

"What gives you the idea I want to be dominated?" I managed to say through my mental haze.

"The penis never lies," Pam said. "We flashed you dominant signals and you responded. Or rather your penis responded. So relax, we think you are going to enjoy this."

"But why did you tie me up. And what's with this," I said, nodding my head to the IV.

"We're going to do things to you that you never imagined," Karen explained. "We will stretch you, but we need your cooperation. Until you are conditioned a little more we can't trust you to obey, so we will keep you tied down."

I continued to stare at the IV and she continued, "Oh, don't worry about that. I'm a nurse; I know what I am doing. I'm not going to put anything in your system that will harm you. This is just some anesthesia. I'm not even going to give you enough to put you to sleep. You'll just get enough to make you relaxed and suggestive."

She held up a small vial and said, "Now this is a viagra concentrate. If I injected it directly into your system, it might well give you a heart attack. I'm going to dilute it into the medication as a slow drip. I doubt that of and by itself, it will have a great effect. I am also adding just a pinch of a cocaine derivative. It's not addictive, and it probably won't even give you a buzz but it will be enough to get the synapses overly stimulated. The combination of these three drugs will make you horny … not the kind of horny in the fiction stories where you become an animal all at once. No, this will be a long lasting horny. The medications are designed to keep you on the edge. They will eat at you, and in the end, you will be willing to have any sexual thing done to you that we wish."

"And that's the deal, Joel," Pam said. "You're going to have the greatest sex of your life. My part in this is that I'm the psyche nurse. Karen is meds. We are going to train you and modify your behavior. You are going to want to come back. You won't be able to get this kind of pleasure by yourself or with any other woman. You will come back, and you will beg us to do this to you again.

This was simply too much for me. There wasn't anything I could say.

Pam smiled at me, "I did my graduate thesis on the role of fetishes in male sexuality. I concentrated my study on three major areas: body parts, materials, and articles. Categorizing you into all three categories, I had you pegged for feet, possibly rubber, and shoes. Based on further observation at the supermarket, I would say that feet are secondary; otherwise you would have checked out the girls in sandals. So you have an attraction for a particular type of shoe: sneakers! I confirmed this as you changed the tire for us. I noticed that you couldn't take your eyes off our feet."

I looked at Pam; how could she read me so clearly? I dated other girls and I tried to tell them about my sneaker fetish, but no matter how many hints I dropped none of them ever so much as picked up on it enough to even wear sneakers more often.

The drugs were having their effect. On the one hand I felt all on edge; my physical sensations were heightened. On the other hand, my mind was relaxed. Even Pam's and Karen's words were soothing to me. I wasn't quite sure what they were going to do to me, and that made the whole experience all that more erotic. Yet somehow I sensed that they were not going to hurt me.

Although nothing sexual (other than my being naked) was happening, I had a tremendous hard on. I didn't fancy myself as the type to enjoy bondage, but there was something about being unable to move that added pleasure to this mixed set of emotions I was experiencing.

Karen spoke to me, "Relax, you are going to have fun. Let's see how much fun you can stand!" She sat in a chair by the bed and propped her legs on the mattress beside me. I got my first clear look at the soles of her sneakers. They were nothing like I had ever seen before. The edges had some "treads," but the middle of the sole was smooth rubber with a slight texturing to it. It waved in and out as I followed it from toe to heel.

I could hear Pam muttering into a recorder, "Subject shown sneakers close up … positive reaction of the penis." I looked over at her just in time to catch her giving Karen a nod.

Karen moved her feet closer to my face. I just knew what I had to do. I turned my head so I could kiss them. Even I could feel my penis jerking as I did that. Karen made a subtle peddling motion with her feet. I licked the soles of her sneakers - playing my tongue up and down the flat part, and searching the treads with the tip.

"Mmmm," I heard Pam record, "Interesting reaction. Subject spontaneously kisses and licks soles of sneakers. No prompting other than presenting is necessary. This guy's got a real bad case of the fetish."

Suddenly Karen reached over and snatched the recorder from Pam's hands. "What's the matter with you? You can work on that thesis later. Let's have some fun, girl!"

Soon I found the sole of Pam's white canvas Keds against my cheek. The rubber felt so cool. Slowly, I was drawn to it and I turned my head to kiss the soles of my new mistress' sneakers.

Meanwhile Karen had some ideas of her own and moved down the bed to position herself at my midsection. I hadn't noticed, but she had taken off her sneakers and was holding one of them in her hand. She placed the very toe gently against my pee hole and was moving the square toe side to side, allowing my penis to coat the tip of the rubber with my precome. I moaned appreciatively. Pam got up and moved down her side of the bed to get a better look.

"Don't these make just the most marvelous toys?" Karen quipped.

"They are when they're hard and drippy," Pam responded.

"Come on, girl," her roommate challenged, "Lighten up a little. Getting boys hard is half the fun!"

Meanwhile I was straining to buck against the sneaker to see if I could get Karen to make contact with a more substantial part of my penis. Just grazing the tip of my organ was driving me crazy. I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm, but I just couldn't get that little bit of extra friction to send me over the edge.

My antics were not lost on the girls. "Look at that," Pam said, "he's humping the air. Is that what it looks like when it's inside us?"

Finally Karen turned the sneaker around and placed the sole under the head of my penis. She gave it a couple of light taps and I came! It was almost like watching my penis come on its own. It was not wrapped up in anything it was just standing there squirting semen like a fountain in the park. The girls certainly enjoyed the show as they squealed with delight.

As for me it was a totally consuming feeling. I never had an orgasm as intense as this. I had a difficult time concentrating, but I swear that I must have shot my load at least three feet in the air.

Maybe it was the combination of the drugs and the sexual climax, but I had a very difficult time staying awake. I drifted off into another sleep. My last recollection of consciousness was the warm pools of come in my chest and stomach.

When I came to again, I was still on my back tied up to the bed. I was cleaned up apparently, and under a light cover. I looked around the room and saw Karen sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up at me and smiled. "How do you feel?"

"Great," I said and meant it. I noticed I still had a hard-on. That wasn't really that surprising, I often wake up with one.

Karen got up and walked over to the nightstand. Getting a blood pressure cup and stethoscope, she proceeded to take what she called "some vital signs."

She was just finishing up as Pam came into the room. "How's he doing," she asked, totally ignoring me.

"BP's 130 over 90, pulse 65. He seems to be coming out of it fine." Turning to me she said, "We're going to keep up for another hour or two for observation. Do you want something to drink?"

I looked back at Karen, "That's what got me into this position to begin with."

She laughed, "No, your penis is what got you in this position. Now, do you want some water?"

I shook my head, "I don't need to get some water, but I need to get rid of some. Could you let me get up and go to the bathroom?"

Pam smiled, "I'm sorry, you're not ready for bathroom privileges yet. Just go and do your thing."

"I can't. I'll wet the bed!"

"Don't worry about that," Pam replied, "You have a pad under you," here she pulled the covers from me, "and one on top. They should absorb whatever you have to do."

Even under the most normal of conditions, I've always found it difficult to pee when I have a hard-on. Laying on my back made it all the more difficult to do so. It's not a position people pee in. As full as my bladder was, and as willing as I was to urinate, it took me another 15 minutes to get it going.

The material was very absorbent indeed, nonetheless, I could feel the warm heat spreading around my groin as I completed my act.

Obviously, there were visible signs of the activity as well as Karen announced a minute or two later, "Diaper change time!"

The two women worked the pads out from over and under my body with a skill gained over years of practice I am sure, and cleaned me up. I was extremely embarrassed about being so helpless in their hands, but also I really appreciated having everything done for me.

They propped be up with a couple of extra pillows and I was allowed to sip some water through a straw in a cup. Over the next couple of hours they took my vital signs periodically and seemed very pleased with my recovery.

At last it was time for my release. "How did you like our little experiment?" Karen asked.

"I don't know," I responded, "I liked it very much, but I don't think I needed to be tied down to do it."

"Maybe next time," she smiled with a blue sneaker in each hand, "but for now; how about one more for the road?