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Girdle Mommy
Art by SashaM, Story By Mikki G
We’re glad you’ve chosen to join us for the telling of our perverse little story about an unusually perverse mother and daughter team from the 1950s who delight in controlling and humiliating the men in their lives with their deepest, darkest, fetish secrets. The mother, who’s name is Margaret, and known to her friends as Madge, has completely dominated and sexually subjugated her husband Joe since the day the first met. The Daughter is named Constance, or Connie, and she has grown up learning the art and science of female domination through the power of fetishism.
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This is also the story of a relatively young, good-looking, eligible bachelor from the Connecticut suburbs of New York City. His name is Robert. He comes from a fine, upper middle class family. He already has a good, well paying job with a respectable Wall Street law firm. His future and his prospects couldn’t be brighter. There is only one thing standing in Robert’s way, and that’s his intense fetish interest in women’s underwear- particularly foundation garments, seamed stockings and high-heeled shoes. For years he has tried to come to grips with his secret addiction that seems to distract his waking and subconscious minds from the things in life he knows he should be more concerned with than ladies shoes and underwear. But, he simply can’t escape the bonds of intense fetish pleasure he derives from looking at photos and advertisements concerning women’s shoes, girdles and stockings.
Then, one day, the paths of Robert, Margaret and Constance crossed at a large wedding reception at a suburban country club. Robert was completely overwhelmed when he saw the mother daughter team together a few feet ahead of him in the receiving line. Never had he seen such high heels in person. The younger woman was an absolute dream in a terribly feminine gown, the richest, silkiest looking pair of soft brown seamed stockings and delicate, probably 7 inch heeled pumps. Robert couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at those wonderful stockings and those fantastic heels. And if that weren’t enough, there, right next to this dream goddess in heels, stood a large breasted, Grande Dame, matronly looking woman wearing the same kind of stockings and heels of equally staggering heights. This vision of incredible, well sculpted pulchritude literally robbed him of his breath and caused an immediate stir in his loins. As he continued to watch these two women mince along in their heels Robert thought for sure he would embarrass himself with an unwanted, yet terribly longed for orgasm; right on the spot.
Well dear readers, suffice it to say that the well trained eye of Margaret Wadsworth did not miss the fact that there was a young, good-looking bachelor among the numerous men she knew to be nursing erections in their pants as they looked upon her own voluptuous, high-heeled form, as well as that of her young, shapely daughter in her skyscraper heels. She quickly seized upon the moment and found some pretext to introduce herself and Connie to the dumbfounded young man who was embarrassed to death at having to talk to two women wearing such incredibly high heeled shoes and his obvious distraction making it hard to focus on the conversation. Before the reception was over, Margaret had engineered a date between Robert and her daughter for the following Saturday evening.
The events of the resulting date were perhaps far too predictable; Robert falling all over himself trying to be the perfect gentleman for his well dressed young lady in her wonderfully swishy evening gown, her long satin gloves, her delightfully feminine chapeau, her elegant mink stole, and her again 7 inch heels. He couldn’t keep his eye off them and manufactured reasons to bend down to look at Connie’s fantastic footwear. When Robert finally returned his date to her doorstep there was an awkward moment where he wanted to kiss his lovely date, but was fearful that she was all too aware of his obvious interest in her heels. All of a sudden, he thought about the things he had done to look at her shoes and was overcome with shame and embarrassment. Being a well trained daughter of her mother, Connie sensed exactly what was going on and seized the moment herself. She quickly produced the long cigarette holder she had used a few times throughout the evening and had her nervous, confused date fumble about as he once again attempted to light her cigarette. She blew a playful puff of smoke in Robert’s face and told him: “I expect that you would like to kiss me good night Robert dear, but I’m sorry to say that is simply out of the question.” Another puff of smoke was directed at our dumbfounded young man. Connie continued: “Mommy simply won’t allow me to kiss a young man on a first date. But she will allow you to kiss my shoe. In fact, it’s sort of a family tradition. Young men can’t kiss a Wadsworth woman on the first few dates until they have demonstrated their sincerity of more noble intentions by placing there lips on our delicate slippers.”
Robert, of course, was completely taken aback and had no idea how to respond. All he could think about was his intense fetish interest in Connie’s high heels, the fact that she must know, and how this was designed to mock and humiliate him for that interest. “Go ahead Robert,” continued Connie. “You’ve been looking at my lovely custom made shoes with their ultra high heels all night. I just know you want to kiss one of them. And besides, Mommy will love hearing about it and will probably let you take me out again so you can see another pair of my beautiful heels. Wouldn’t you like that Robert?”
After accepting another playful puff of smoke in the face, a red-faced Robert bent down to one knee and accepted Connie’s beautifully shod foot as she extended it back to him. “Go ahead Robbie,” she said playfully, “it truly is a most beautiful shoe and I just know you’re dying to kiss it for me and make me the happiest girl in the world.” Robert did as he was instructed and began to caress the back heel of the shoe, and even the long, shiny, hard heel with his lips. His excitement was mounting almost to the bursting point as Connie pulled away, bent down slightly and blew another puff of smoke in his face and said: “Why Robert, I do think you enjoyed that terribly didn’t you? You naughty, naughty boy! But, Mommy will be so happy to hear this.” With that, she entered the front door of the Wadsworth home and closed the door quickly behind her. Robert was still on one knee, feeling more embarrassed than he could ever remember, and trying desperately to stop the strange throbbing and oozing he was experiencing in his pants.
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