Vignettes Fetish

by Jim Shue

  Vignettes:

  Fetish

  Part One

  By: Jim Shue

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Author’s Note

  Once Bitten

  NightCap

  Moving Day

  The Art of the Tease

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author:

  Author’s Note

  This book contains strong sexual content, graphic descriptions, and unique relationships intended for mature readers. All characters and content are fictional, and any similarity to a real person or circumstance was not intentional.

  This collection of short stories adapted from my fantasies and some experiences I enjoyed over the past few decades. A variety of life experiences and fantasies that have molded and shaped my interests, mainly as it pertains to fetish. The core of each vignette is a mostly accurate account, with some artistic liberties to enhance the stories. Accounting for fact vs. fiction will remain my secret. The names changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. Enjoy.

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  Once Bitten

  The monotonous droning of the morning bell nearly undetectable over the rowdy conversation in the hallway signaled that the first-hour class was approaching. The senior hall was buzzing in typical fashion. James adjusted his tie and pulled a notepad from the top of the locker. With pen in hand, he turned to Jessica.

  Jessica was a Junior, a year younger than James. A steady relationship for close to a year. Jessica struck James as a nice conservative girl. Friendly with him from the start. Subtle advances to garner his attention were successful. It took some time for James to realize Jessica was interested. His lack of experience at the time almost lost him the first love. Ultimately, an infatuation that turned into feelings on both sides that would last nearly four years.

  The young couple stood outside Ms. C’s Pre-Calculus classroom. A haphazard assembly of students started to form loose lines as they marched down the hall. Some gentlemen are adjusting their ties and the girl's uniforms typically in place before arriving at school. The matching plaid skirts and colorful blouses paraded past. All the girls were required to wear plaid skirts but had some freedom with shirts.

  It was the mid-eighties. Ankle socks folded over with lacy trim was fashionable. James's attention often drifted to a few of the young ladies that would dare to wear a high heel with the cute ankle socks. Nothing too extravagant, an inch or two would pass muster with the nun’s roaming the hall.

  Jessica was always in flats. The same ankle socks with lace tops, but flat heels. Jessica was barely five feet tall, and James nearly six feet tall but barely over 140 pounds. A wiry frame that has not grown into his height. Her feet were a size five to match her petite frame. Her long brown hair, wavy, puffy, big hair common in the mid-eighties was an asset. She was cute, adorable really. Her perfect blue eyes were easy to fall into, deep into, the big blue eyes part of the initial attraction that ensnared James.

  She would lift herself on her toes and kiss James, on the lips no less, every morning after the first bell. Jessica preferred to socialize with James in the Senior hall rather than with the Juniors.

  Jessica turned on the ball of her foot and hastened down the hallway towards her class. James watched her walk away for a moment before turning to enter Ms. C’s classroom. A ritual honed for months in the senior hall.

  It was Friday, a sunny winter day; James and Jessica had made plans to watch a movie at home after school. They had arranged with their parents. James’s parental units were aware he would not be coming home after school, and Jessica’s mom would be there for the evening. James had a car to manage the travel arrangements. They stopped at the Blockbuster store on the way home. James drove Jessica back almost every day, but would rarely stay long.

  The watchful eye of the parents of the young couple relegated physical explorations to a car. James’s Mustang was commonplace for their shared investigations illuminated by the glow of the dashboard lights. They were both conservative, deeply in love, a first love. Young love was unexpressed physically at this point. There was little more beyond kissing in James’s car down the block from her house. Her delicate fingers grasp his manhood from time to time, and James would take opportunities to explore her body with his own, but a full expression was elusive.

  On the surface the car was impressive, it looked good, but lacked the guts to back it up. James purchased the car for $800 of his own money. It was not a fortune by any means, but it represented the lion share of a high school student with a part-time job savings account. A sum that was likely more than this particular car’s worth. It was only a four-cylinder, all show no go as James would say. It was his first car, and it held fond memories of their shared explorations. It was still a Mustang and provided the spark that would later bloom into a passion for fast cars.

  A stop at the Blockbuster to select a movie, Once Bitten, with Lauren Hutton and at the time the little known Jim Carey looked interesting. It was a comedic film filled with teenage angst and sexual tension. Lauren Hutton’s character was an older dominant woman, a vampire seeking to seduce the young James Carey character for his virgin blood.

  The silly movie occupied their attention, and both were amused. In typical fashion, Jessica had her feet up on James’s lap, innocently accepting a foot massage while they watched the movie. Her tiny feet cupped in his hands. Jessica may have had an inkling of James’s infatuation with feet, but he had not expressed it to her at this point.

  James held his interest close to the vest. Never a comment or mention of the arousal he struggled with for all his life. His needs never expressed, but often looked at women’s feet and heels to satiate his desires. He offered foot massages to his girlfriend as an outlet, innocent enough, and pleasurable for both parties involved. He did his best to hide the infatuation, but it was inevitable with the time the young couple shared, she would notice his interest. Sometimes at others passing by, but often at her own petite feet.

  The offer to rub her feet was commonplace and required no words at this point. Often she would simply put her feet in James’s lap when the opportunity presented itself requesting a foot massage without verbalizing.

  James’s manhood would stir in his pants while he massaged her feet. She knew it and would occasionally press down with her feet, pushing his manhood. She did not know how good a tease she was, a natural. Sometimes when her mom was in the room. She never really questioned it or commented. James was young, just 18, and aroused quickly. Jessica's behavior was a welcome flirtation.

  At one point in the movie, the older vampire, the seductress, invaded the young man’s dream. The object of her desires, she seduced him at a dinner table in the dream sequence.

  James was shocked and further aroused the moment the seductresses stiletto slipped off under the table, and her nylon encased foot found a place between the young man’s legs. A mainstream movie with a foot job scene. The movie’s rating prevented a detailed visual, but it was quite clear what was happening; her foot was massaging his manhood under the table.

  James’s arousal was more significant, his pretty girlfriend’s feet in his lap, very close to his engorged manhood hidden from view. Jessica’s mother was on the recliner watching the film with them. The danger of discovery by Jessica’s foot against his manhood or her mother’s watchful eyes played on his nerves.

  The movie scene was the first time he had seen something like that, a mainstream movie no le
ss. It sparked a thought in his mind, a distraction for sure. He wasn’t alone in his interests as it was right there in the movie.

  Jessica moved her foot slightly. The side of her foot found James’s manhood. James snapped his head to her. A knowing smirk on her face, she knew of his arousal and likely the reason.

  Her mother sat unknowing of the wordless conversation James and Jessica shared. The room was dark enough to mask Jessica’s slight movement. The movie progressed to completion. Jessica did not press the situation any further and pulled feet from his lap.

  James’s insecurities about his fascination with feet and sexy heels always on the surface. It was challenging to articulate feelings and interests. His apparent arousal at the thought of a hot foot in his lap, massaging them with his hands, was a source of embarrassment. The details held close to the vest—interests hidden from others out of fear of judgment or shame. An attraction to a well-heeled foot and pretty toes dates back as far as James can remember and his grown into a sexual allure with age.

  His secret fetish for feet locked away in a safe place. On rare occasions, others would catch a glimpse of his fascination, but it was quickly shrouded from the light and denied.

  Jessica’s knowledge of his preferences evolved. She began to realize in time that his arousal was frequent, explored through touching and experimentation. Teenage boys often easily aroused.

  In addition to the familiar stimulus, her feet and heels garnered his attention. In the beginning, she did not realize the extent of it. She teased, enjoyed feeling his arousal, shifting her feet as a tease while James massaged. An assumption that it was the touch, the stimulus felt in his manhood, a button that could be pressed by her hand, lips, her feet. The more profound fetish yet to be discovered.

  “What did you get her?” Jessica’s mother inquired in a surprised tone. James turned sideways to move the box through the door. Jessica’s mother was holding the door, a big smile on her face as she examined the package as James stepped past.

  “A boom box,” James responded. Mrs. K nodded but was not sure about the term, boom box.

  “Jessica, James is here,”

  “Ok,” Jessica called out from upstairs. “Send him up.”

  “You heard her,” Jessica’s mother said.

  James set the enormous box on the floor. A boom box with a CD player on the top, AM/FM radio and dual cassette decks. A bass boost option included.

  “Happy birthday, baby,” James said. He stole a quick kiss. She accepted with enthusiasm but stopped his roaming hands.

  “James, my mom,” Jessica said. “Wait.”

  Her big smiled betrayed her interest in his continued explorations, but her mother was just downstairs. She opened the box with James’s help.

  “I can’t believe you bought this,” Jessica said.

  “You had to replace that,” James said as he pointed to the tiny transistor radio on the dresser, with a tape deck. The boom box fits on top of the furniture almost perfectly. Jessica grabbed a tape from the stack and popped it in.

  “Thank you,” Jessica said. Her crimson fingertip pressed the play button. With her back turned, James admired his pretty girlfriend up and down. His roaming eyes mischievously imagined what is to come. Her long brown hair hung down to the middle of her back, shorts exposing the back of legs. Jessica had one ankle crossed behind her other foot, exposing her sole to James. Within moments she engaged the play button, Michael Bolton started to sing, and she spun on her foot, facing James.

  James already seated on the floor, leaning his back against her bed. Jessica joined him sitting Indian style on the floor. The talked and stole a quick kiss or two while Michael Bolton sang.

  “What do you want to eat?” James questioned. “I am taking you out for your birthday.”

  “James, are you sure?” Jessica inquired. She was hesitant to accept. Money did not grow on trees; they were both students in high school of lower-middle-class families. Money was tight. James’s extravagance was appreciated, unexpected for sure as she knew it was a lot for him.

  “Please, let’s go,” James said. “It will be good to go out.”

  “Ok,” Jessica responded enthusiastically. She jumped up and stood on her tiptoes by the boom box and stopped the tape.

  James silently took one of her flats and placed it on top of his lap while her back still turned. A shiny black shoe with a square buckle prominently on the vamp. It was one of her favorite shoes, as she wore them a lot.

  “What are you doing?” Jessica said. She turned around and stopped short, still near the dresser on the other side of the room.

  “You know, like the movie,” James said. It was not like the movie; in the film, she took off the shoe and pressed the young man’s manhood under the table. The only similarity to the movie is the placement of the shoe encouraged Jessica to put her foot on his manhood.

  “That is not like the movie,” Jessica responded. She smiled, a knowing smile. She realized James’s reference to the table scene in the movie they watched last week. It only took a moment for her to cross the room and indulge her eager boyfriend’s odd inclination.

  Jessica’s crimson toes stopped next to his leg. Her toes always matched her fingernails; she could be a bit high maintenance at times, but James loved that about her. She leaned over slightly, her hand finding his shoulder for support. Her foot lifted off the floor, followed closely by James’s eager eyes. Her crimson toes slipped into the tip of the shoe, hidden from view; firm pressure applied to his already stimulated manhood as her foot wiggled into the shoe.

  The second shoe took its place on his lap as she repeated the process. James looked on in amazement.

  She did it.

  James looked back up at Jessica, her flats on her feet, ready to go. His manhood betrayed his arousal. She did it; it was better than he expected. His lips parted, and breathing quickened slightly. She looked down at him.

  “You are always horny,” Jessica said. She liked it. It was like a newfound superpower; she did not know she had. The powerful effect a woman could have on a man just starting to reveal itself to her. Her touch, even her foot, is having a profound impact on his arousal.

  “Come on, let’s go,” Jessica stated. “Save that for later.” Referencing the situation in his pants. The likely result will be a handjob in the Mustang later and a reciprocal stimulation. The full consummation of the relationship still left unfulfilled. The young couple hesitant, conservative. Although, at seventeen, Jessica was a natural tease, and James, only a year older, had his first real taste of submission, only a taste as he sat on the floor. Her foot pressing down on his manhood. His foot fetish exploited without her realizing what she did to him.

  “Dinner at my house tonight?” Jessica stated in an unmistakably dominant tone. “I want to cook, well, with my mom’s help.” An expectation that the request was not an option. James was yet to discover his submissive nature, it was there, but not realized yet. He typically acquiesced to his girlfriend’s demands, albeit it was bourne out of something other than submission. James liked having a girlfriend; she was the first real girlfriend. He wanted to see her happy. It would be much later before realizing and exploring his submissive tendencies. For now, it was just what he felt he should do. Listen to her. Sometimes life would get in the way. Unfortunately, the demands on his time sometimes in conflict.

  “I have to work at the dealership after school,” James responded. His heart was heavy with disappointment. He would much rather spend the time with Jessica. A slight frown on her face, but realized work was a necessity. After all, they were both high school students with limited resources. Both of their families had enough, but just barely. The burdens of a parochial school were oppressive on the family budget. James and Jessica both had jobs as soon as they were of age. A little help for their families, they made their own money for themselves. Less burdensome on the parents.

  James had started earning his own spending money at the young age of 13 as a caddy at an exclusive co
untry club. Once he reached 16, an opportunity through a friend landed him a part-time job as a porter for a local car dealership. The dealership was a perfect part-time job for a kid with a growing passion for sports cars and a driver’s license.

  It fueled his lust for automobiles, performance cars in general. Not many of his peers could operate a manual transmission, a skill that gave him a leg up over other applicants. Most of the time spent cleaning mundane cars like Maxima’s, or Sentra’s or Pathfinders or some used car on the backlot, as he would clean them up before delivery to the buyer. The salesman would work the front office with the finance people after selling the car, and the porters would detail the car for the buyer. It was on the rare occasion that a buyer would purchase something a little more interesting—a fantasy for a young boy. A buyer would buy a 300 ZX, a hot car with twin turbos, and 5-speed manual transmission. It was worth the wait.

  “How about tomorrow night?” James responded. “I work the early shift; I will be off by 3 or 4.” James’s hand on her upper arms as he pulled her close for a quick kiss. She seemed to melt into his touch. His grip was firm. A smack on the lips as they were about to part ways for now: the school day was over. Jessica had a ride home with one of her friends since James had to get to work.

  “It’s a date,” Jessica responded. She looked up at James, even while on her tiptoes, to reciprocate the kiss. Her heels popped out of her flats. James finished up at his locker, ready to leave, but stole a few glances as his girlfriend walked down the hall with her friend. Ironically, the parochial school uniform did little to hide her shape, a pretty girl with perfect legs exposed under the skirt. James’s stolen glances ceased as she turned on the ball of her foot to round the corner at the end of the hall. The dark blue flat and ankle sock the last image he saw. His preference for a pretty foot well known to him and him alone.