Fetish High Heels


The night was cool, the stars twinkling overhead, and a light breeze blowing across the street. I felt a tingle of anticipation as I stepped out of the taxi, clad in my favorite outfit of black and red lingerie, a pair of fishnet stockings, and a pair of high black heels. I had top-of-the-line, high-end fetish high heels that I had splurged on, and they had an elevated heel, high arch, and a unique lacing pattern that made me feel powerful and sexy.

It was a Friday night, and I had decided to indulge my kinky desires and explore the world of fetish high heels. I had heard plenty of stories about the kinky experiences that could be had and I was ready for some naughty fun.

I walked up to the door of the discreet fetish club and knocked. A muscular man with a shaved head and tattoos opened the door. He checked my ID and gave me a once-over. Satisfied I was allowed inside, he handed me a card with the club’s name and address. Inside the club was dark, with minimal lighting, and it felt like a secret place, one that nobody could find me in.

I walked around the club, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. I saw a few people wearing fetish high heels. Some had them on with black leather pants and jackets, while others wore them with short skirts and tight tops. I found myself drawn to a group of women in red latex and black stiletto boots. They were laughing and chatting, and I wanted to join in.

I felt a little self-conscious when I approached them, but they welcomed me with open arms and I realized that everyone here had a different kink and were all looking for a good time. I started to chat with one of the women and as we talked, I realized that she was wearing my exact same pair of fetish high heels!

We talked for a bit and then she suggested that we go to a nearby room for a private session. I was intrigued and agreed. We went to the room, which was dark and filled with the smell of leather, and she locked the door behind us. She turned to me and slowly peeled the strap of the high heels off my feet. As she did this, her hands moved up my legs and I could feel my body getting aroused.

She started to nibble my ears and neck and I felt my nipples harden. I felt a tingle between my legs and my breathing became ragged. She then kneeled down before me and gently kissed my feet, running her tongue along the straps of my heels and around my toes. I was mesmerized by the sensations she was creating and she continued to tease and tantalize me as I moaned and writhed in delight.

She then stood up and lifted my lingerie top, exposing my breasts. She cupped them in her hands and kissed them, running her tongue around my nipples. I gasped with pleasure and felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body.

We then moved to the bed in the corner of the room and she laid me down. She straddled me and unclasped the back of my bra, letting my breasts fall free. She then moved down and started licking and kissing between my legs. I moaned and writhed as she expertly teased and teased me, moving her tongue around my clitoris and labia before thrusting her fingers deep inside me.

She kept up her expert ministrations, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Finally, I could not control my pleasure any longer, and I screamed out as I came, my body trembling and legs shaking.

Afterwards, we laughed and talked, enjoying the afterglow of our pleasure. We both agreed that we had enjoyed a fantastic night of kinky fun, made all the more enjoyable by the use of fetish high heels.