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Subject: Story: The Hunting Trip (FemDom, foot worship, spanking, public , humiliation, masturbation)

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	The following story is intended for people over the age of 18.  

Any resemblance between the characters in this story and people either 

living or dead is purely coincidental.

	If you are offended by stories  that deal with sexual situations 

involving bondage, spanking, or any of the other facets of B/D, S/M, 

please go on to the next message.

	Feel free to E-mail any comments directly to me at 

rjohnson@wsunix.wsu.edu. . .  With all the crap that is unrelated to 

stories that is crowding the newsgroup, I seldom take the time to go thru 

it anymore.

	WARNING!!!!!

	The characters in this story are professional fictitious 

characters and go through months of vigorous training to be able to 

survive the various positions I put them in.  Unless you too are a 

professional fictitious character DO NOT attempt these scenes at home.

	Seriously... Serious injury, infection, or death may result if 

some of these scenes is attempted in real life without the proper care 

and preparation.      Play safe, or don't play.

	Thank you.



Randy

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The Hunting trip

by

Randy Johnson



	Heather strolled idly down the mall.  She was not really shopping 

in the true sense of the word.  Hunting would be a more appropriate word 

to use for what she was doing.

	Heather was hunting for a man.

	A glance into the lingerie shop reveled a balding middle aged man 

waiting for his wife.  "Too boring!"  She thought.

	As she rounded a corner in the mall, she spotted a likely 

subject.  The new clerk at the shoe store was standing in the front of 

the store.  As soon as he spotted her long graceful legs, his eyes had 

locked on to her like a heat seeking missile.

	His eyes followed her as she walked slow past the front of the 

store.  Heather watched his reflection in the store front glass as he 

continued to watch the sexy roll of her hips as she walked past.

	She stopped in a perfume shop and purchased a small bottle of 

perfume before she retraced her steps and headed back toward the shoe store.

	He was still there when she came into view.  Heather stopped in 

front of a shoe display.  She thrust out one hip and touched her lower 

lip with one finger.  Striking a slightly provocative pose as she studied 

the display.

	The young man took the bait hook, line and sinker, as he rushed 

over to her side.

	"May I help you Miss?"  He asked as he stopped beside her.  "Can 

I show you anything special?"

	Heather glanced down at her watch.  Thirty minutes till the mall 

closed.  Perfect.

	"Yes," Heather said, smiling at the young man.  I need a pair of 

sandals, and a pair of those high heels."

	"What size?"

	"I'm not sure, I guess that you will have to measure me."  

Heather said, a small pouting smile crossed her lips as she began to 

flirt with her prey.

	"Fine.  Come in and have a seat.  I'll be right over."

	As the young man rushed off to collect what he needed, Heather 

looked around the store.  The place was nearly empty.  Just one woman 

with a small boy in toe in the child's area, and three high school girls 

going through the sale display.

	Heather finally chose a seat near the back of the store.  The 

wall in front of her was lined with mirrors, so from where she sat, she 

had a clear view of the entire store.  As she sat down, her short skirt 

rode up high on her thighs.  She made no attempt to smooth the hem back down.

	The man approached and slid his stool in front of her chair.  

Heather leaned forward, putting her purse on the floor beside her chair 

as the man sat down.  From his vantage point on the low stool, the young 

man had a clear view down the front of Heather's loose fitting top.  

Abruptly, she sat back in the chair, catching the man staring at her.  

Another small smile crossed her lips as she enjoyed the poor mans 

embarrassment at getting caught in the act.

	"I'm... I'm sorry..."  He began to stutter.

	Heather let a small laugh escape her lips as she held up her hand 

to stop his apology in mid sentence.  She continued to flirt with him by 

flashing him a big smile.  The young man quickly regained his composure 

and tried to regain control of the situation.

	"Let me see your foot and we will figure out your size."

	The man held out his hand, and Heather raised her leg, and placed 

her foot into his open palm.  He held her nylon covered ankle as he slid 

her shoe off.  Heather wiggled her toes as the shoe came off.  As he 

leaned over to put her shoe on the floor, Heather dropped her foot into 

his lap and ran her toes lightly across the noticeable bulge in the front 

of his pants.

	The clerk froze as Heather ran her toes up and down his hard 

shaft a couple more times before she put her foot onto the scale.  As she 

did this, she let her thigh fall open slightly, giving him a good view of 

her nylon encased thigh all the way up to where the sheer material 

covered her pussy.

	Sweat covered his brow and his hands shook noticeably as he 

positioned her foot on the scale and reading off her size.

	"I'll be right back.  The man croaked, licking his suddenly dry 

lips.  He used the scale to hide his hard-on as he hurried into the back 

of the store.

	Heather was enjoying the chase.  Fire flowed through her veins as 

she savored the control she held over this man.  She wondered how far she 

could push this one before he broke and ran.  She already knew that she 

could make him her foot slave with very little trouble at all.  That is, 

if he passed the little test she was about to put him through.  As she 

waited for his return, she reached up and undid two more buttons on her 

blouse.  How he would have an unobstructed view of the inside curves of 

both her breasts whenever she moved.

	The clerk reappeared with an arm load of boxes.  He had 

rearranged his clothing so that his bulge was less noticeable.  As he sat 

down, he appeared to have regained his composure, but as soon as he 

caught sight of her cleavage he began to fall apart all over again.

	"Lets start with the heels."  Heather said as she held out her 

foot for him.

	The man caught her foot before it reached his lap with one hand 

while he fumbled with the first box.  He got the top off and pulled a 

shoe with a 4' high heel on it.  "This one is much more comfortable then 

it looks."  He said as he slipped the shoe on her foot.

	"How does it look?"  She asked as she extended her leg and turned 

her foot this way and that.  She made a point to keep the toe of the shoe 

just inches from his lips.

	"They look. . . beautiful."  The man said quietly, looking down 

in embarrassment.

	"Look at them!"  Heather commanded as she scanned the mirrors to 

make sure that no one was watching them.  "Kiss it!"  She added once she 

saw that the coast was clear. 

	The young man looked up at her from his stool.  A look of 

disbelief on his face.

	"You heard me!  Kiss it!"  Heather repeated, extending the top of 

the shoe until it touched his lips.

	He quickly planted a light kiss on the sole of the shoe as his 

eyes darted around the room in fear.  Blood filled his cheeks as he sat 

back up.

	"That wasn't too bad, now was it?"  Heather asked as she set her 

foot down on the floor and extended the other one.

	He removed her other shoe and reached down to get the new one 

when Heather interrupted him.

	"That shoe was too tight, and my foot is sore.  Rub it for me 

please."  Heather said in a hurt little girl voice as she wiggled her 

toes just under his nose.  "I'd be in your debt."  She added as she let 

her legs fall open, giving him another good look at her pussy lips hidden 

by the sheer crotch of the pantyhose.

	Sweat covered the man's brow as he licked his lips nervously, 

then reached out and took her dainty foot in his big hands.

	"Mmmmmmmmmm. . . .  That feels so good!"  Heather sighed dreamily 

as she felt the man's hands begin to massage her tired foot.

		She watched as he began to enjoy the feel and delicate 

smell of her foot, and the view between her legs.  When she finally saw 

that he was really getting into it, she jerked her foot out of his hand.  

"That's enough!  Now get the shoe!"  Heather's voice had returned to its 

strict, demanding tone, catching the young man completely off guard. 

	As Heather glared down at his, he rushed to get the shoe on her 

foot.  As soon as the shoe was on, she stood up.  She was so close to him 

that her lower belly bumped into his forehead.  She stepped over his and 

began to stride up and down the carpet.

	"Well, what do you think of them now?"  Heather asked as she 

pulled her hem of her short dress up a couple more inches, and thrusting 

one hip out to one side.

	"I. . .er. . . ah. . .  There beautiful."  He said dreamily.

	"What?  The shoes or my legs?"

	"Your legs. . .Er. . .  I mean the shoes.  I mean both!"  He 

stuttered as his face turned bright red with embarrassment.

	Heather teased the young man with her body for several more 

minutes as she strutted back and forth in front of him, giving him a leg 

show that he would not soon forget.  Once she realized that she could get 

away with almost anything with this man, Heather decided to progress to 

the next step.

	"Get a pair of those sandals in white."  She ordered, pointing to 

a pair of lace up sandals with three inch heels on them.

	"Yes Miss."  The man stuttered as he hurried off to get the shoes 

she wanted.

	Heather sat down, and as soon as he was out of sight, she quickly 

slipped out of her panty hose and stuffed them into her purse.  The clerk 

returned and sat back down on his stool.  Only after she had slipped her 

foot into the sandal did he realize what she had done.  His hands shook 

visibly as he started to pull the straps tight.  He was afraid to look up 

as he wrapped the straps around her calf until at last he tied a bow just 

below her knee.

	Heather quickly moved her knee to the side, giving him a quick 

shot of her bare pussy.  She quickly changed feet, making sure that her 

foot was close enough to his crotch that she could touch it when she wanted.

	As he laced the second sandal, Heather allowed the sole of the 

shoe to lightly brush against the bulge in the front of his pants.  She 

slowly increased the pressure until at least she could feel him begin to 

push back.  When he had finished, she spent several more minutes pacing 

back and forth as she again put on another show for him.

	She could tell that he would do anything she asked him to do, and 

decided to put this to the test.  "I'll take the heels, and wear this 

pair home, and I'll take another pair of sandals in black.  She said as 

she stood up.  And if you bring that pair of black boots to this address 

tonight, I'll model them for you as well.

	With out saying another word, she gathered up her belongings and 

headed to the front of the store to pay for her purchases.  The man 

dashed off to get the other sandals, and figure out how he was going to 

get the money to pay for the three hundred dollar boots he would take to 

her house that night.

	Heather's spirit was lifted by the power she felt after abusing 

the young shoe clerk, but she craved more.  She continued her hunt as she 

moved slowly thru the mall and up to the second floor of the large complex..

	As she scanned the floor below, she spotted her next mark...  The 

man she has spotted earlier in the lingerie shop and his wife had just 

taken a seat on a bench below her.  He was struggling to set down the arm 

load of packages and bags that he was carrying.  The woman offered no 

help as she searched thru her bag for something.

	Heather leaned as far over the rail as she could to insure that 

the man would get a good view down the front of her blouse.

	"Jenny!  Up here!"  She screamed in a high pitched voice to make 

sure that she would get the man's attention.

	When the man looked up, she began to wave her furiously at her 

make believe friend, causing her breasts to to jump and jiggle beneath 

the loose blouse she wore.  She waved so hard that one of her breasts 

moved so much that the dark nipple was exposed for a brief second.

	The look of shock on the man's face was precious.  His mouth fell 

open and his eyes bulged out.  His wife had also looked up when Heather 

had called out, she saw her husbands reaction to the cute young girl 

above them and he was rewarded with a sharp punch in the ribs.

	As she read him the riot act to him, the man risked one quick 

glance up to the balcony, only to find that the young girl had 

disappeared. . .

	Heather hummed to herself as she moved away from the railing.  It 

was getting late and she had one more stop to make before she headed home 

to prepare for the visitor she knew would appear on her doorstep later 

that night.



	Heather had just stepped out of her bubble bath when she heard 

the doorbell ring.  Her long blond hair was piled loosely atop her head 

and held in place with a couple ivory and gold combs.

	"He'll wait."  She said to herself as she continued to wipe off 

the beads of water that clung to her flawless flesh.  When she had 

finished, she stepped into the tiny, almost transparent black thong 

panties she had purchased that afternoon.  She slipped into her robe and 

belted it loosely around her waist, then padded down the stairs on bare 

feet to answer the door.

	As she had thought, the young man from the shoe store was still 

waiting in the hall outside her door when she opened the door as wide as 

the safety chain would allow.

	"Yes?"  Heather said as she looked thru the wide crack at the 

nervous man.

	"I. . .  I brought you the boots like you asked."  The young man stuttered.

	"Open the box and hand them to me."  She ordered.

	The young man fumbled nervously with the box, then handed her the 

boots one at a time.

	"Wait!"  Was all she said as she closed the door in his face.

	The young man stared helplessly at the closed door for several 

minutes, wondering if he had been taken for a ride, and if he had just 

been ripped off for the weeks pay he had spent to buy the boots.

	Heather, in the mean time was enjoying the feel of the soft 

leather of the boots as she worked them slowly up her long legs.  She 

worked the long zipper up the boot as she pulled the two sides together 

so that the supple leather molded itself to her flesh.

	When she had finished putting on the boots, she stood and the 

folds of her robe fell back into place, covering her entire body, except 

for her leather encased feet.

	The young man was just getting ready to turn and leave when he 

heard the rattle of the safety chain as it was unhooked and the door 

swung open.

	"Come in, remove all your clothes and kneel right there."  

Heather ordered, indicating a spot just inside the door.

	She turned her back on the man and strolled over to the bar to 

make herself a drink.  When she got to the bar, she looked back over her 

shoulder to see that the man was still standing there by the door with a 

confused look on his face.

	"Do as I say, or GET OUT!"

	The sound of her voice finally jolted him into action.  With his 

face red with humiliation, he quickly began to remove his clothing, and 

piled it neatly on the floor by the door, then knelt on the spot she had 

indicated.

	Heather watched this with her cool blue eyes over the rim of her 

glass as she sipped her wine.  "Good boy!"  she said when he was 

finished.  She reached up and pulled the combs out of her hair and shook 

it down as she walked slowly over to a chair.  The man watched every move 

she made.

	She loosened the belt of her robe and shrugged her shoulders.  

The mans gasp drown out the whisper of the silk robe as it slid off her 

shoulder and floated to the floor at her feet.  He gazed up at her firm 

young body in awe as she sank slowly into the soft chair and extended one 

of her booted feet toward him.

	"Crawl over here and put that tongue of yours to work.  These 

boots are dusty."

	The man quickly crawled across the hardwood floor to where she 

sat.  He lowered his head and began to kiss and lick the toe of the 

boot.  He ran his tongue across the smooth leather of the toe and down 

across her instep.

	"Don't forget the sole and heel."  She said as she raised her leg 

slightly to give him better access.  "Stroke that cock of yours while you 

worship my boots."  Heather said as she began to tease her hard dark 

brown nipples with one hand while her other hand slipped into her 

panties.  "But don't you dare cum without my permission!"

	For several minutes, the only sound heard was the sounds of heavy 

breathing, soft moans, and animal like grunts.  The moans were Heather's 

as her teasing hands pushed her thru one. . .  Two. . .  And finally 

three orgasms as the man continued to suck and lick at the heel of her 

boot.  The grunts came from the young man as his right hand pumped his 

shaft as fast as he could.

	Suddenly the young man's body stiffened, then began to shake as 

his balls began to empty.  He stood up straight, but still on his knees.  

Cum erupted from the end of his cock and sprayed the room, landing on 

Heather's boots and the hardwood floor.

	SLAP!!  SLAP!!  SLAP!!  SLAP!!

	Heather leapt to her feet and slapped the kneeling man as hard as 

she could.  Twice the palm of her hand struck his left cheek, and the 

back of her hand caught his right cheek.  Each blow rocked his head back.

	"How dare you cum without my permission!" She screamed between 

blows.  "Clean my boots off this instant!"

	The young man looked around for something to wipe up his cum with.

	"Use your tongue you stupid animal!"  Heather said, shoving her 

boot into his face.

	The man shuddered in humiliation as he was forced to lean forward 

and began licking up his own cum from the smooth leather.  When he had 

finished with her boot, she made sure that he licked up every drop from 

the floor.

	"You are nothing but an animal. . .  A stupid worthless animal!"  

She derided him as she circled him like a hungry shark.  

	SLAP!!  SLAP!!  WHAP!!  SLAP!!  SLAP!!  SLAP!!

	She slapped his ass every chance she got.  And smacked him in the 

back of the head each time he tried to raise his head.  "Keep that head 

down you worthless cur!"

	SLAP!!  SLAP!!  WHAP!!  SLAP!!  SLAP!!  SLAP!!

	"Bark for me doggie!  Come on puppy, speak for mommie!"

	The man looked up at her in confusion.

	"Bark like a dog you asshole!"  Heather said with anger in her 

voice as she slapped him again.  "And keep that head down!"

	The poor young man was completely disoriented and meekly obeyed 

the orders of the young woman who stood over him.  "Woof.  Woof."  He 

said quietly.

	"I can't hear you puppy!"

	"Woof!  Woof!"  He said louder.

	"That's better, but you sound like a big dog.  I want you to bark 

like a little french poodle.  Can you do that for me puppy?"

	"Yap!  Yap!"

	"Good boy!  Now heel!"

	The man scrambled along behind her as she lead him around the 

livingroom once.  "Speak!"  she would say, and he would reply "Yap!  

Yap!"  At first he was embarrassed each time he barked.  But soon he was 

barking on command without giving it a second thought.

	She led him around the room again, then across the hall into the 

kitchen and dining-room.  Then down the hall into her bedroom, then a 

bathroom, then back into the kitchen.  He followed along blindly behind 

her, barking and yaping like a small puppy.

	It was not until his clothes landed on his back did he realize 

that she had led him into the hallway outside her apartment.  In a panic, 

he turned to dash back inside, only to see the door closing. . .  "See 

you next week."  She said as the door shut and she turned the deadbolt 

into place with a loud click.



***THE END?***