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Brought to Heel Ch. 01

By: FootjobLover



Clive found himself stroking his erect nipple again. For some reason, he had started to do this more and more frequently during lengthy masturbation sessions such as these. Still gently twisting and tweaking his right nipple, he watched, open mouthed, as his hard, uncut cock slid all the way to the top of the black rubber flip flop he was currently fucking. He delighted in the sensation of the heel of the footwear against his bare balls, and he found himself thrusting back and forth, pulling the flimsy shoe tighter between his legs, savouring that warm, moist rubber sole pressed tightly against his sack.

A bead of sweat rolled from his forehead and trickled down the side of his face to his throat. On discovering the holy grail that was this female's shoe closet, his heart rate had increased rapidly, and he instantly found himself playing with his erection through his shorts. He had removed all of his clothes right there in the hallway. Naked masturbation always felt so much better, he thought. He would never fuck a woman fully dressed, so why shouldn't he disrobe to jerk off? Besides, it afforded him the opportunity to look down and compare his own shaven, muscular body to those of his favourite male porn stars; a job Clive believed he would be a natural at.

He savoured the sight of his pre-cum glistening on the black flip flop, as he firmly pressed the tip of his stiff cock into the rubber so that he could enjoy every little virile pool of his sweet, sticky lubrication on the cheap shoe. He noted to himself that the owner of the footwear had indeed spent many hours with them on her feet. The tops were stained perfectly so that it was possible to see clearly the outlines of each individual toe. The woman's heels were beautifully indented into the rubber, indicating they had spent a great deal of time on those delicious bare feet of hers.

Clive lifted the other flip flop to his face, its partner hanging from his throbbing dick by the black plastic "Y" that he so envied, it having spent many unforgettable hours between those succulent, painted toes. He inhaled the fragrant aroma. The combination of the well-worn rubber and ingrained, natural sweat from her bare feet was euphoric, and made him almost erupt all over the flip flop dangling from his cock. He breathed that intoxicating and wonderful scent deeply. He lost himself in that fine aroma, pushing and sliding his erect dick firmly against that sweet, stained toe area of the other flip flop. 

He found himself wondering if she had been fucked with these cheap rubber soles on her feet. Did her toes tingle as her lover slipped his big cock inside of her? Perhaps she used the flip flops to jerk him off, his cum splashing through her toe cleavage and onto the cheap rubber of the shoes. Maybe he loved to suck on her beautiful painted toes, Clive imagined, while at the same time using these same rubber flip flops to jerk himself off, his semen becoming one with the succulent natural sweat from her naked soles and toes.

These fantasies brought Clive dangerously close to his orgasm. He paused for a second to compose himself, and, out of sheer curiosity, slipped the other flip flop onto his own bare foot. Size-wise, Clive's strong male foot dwarfed the footwear by a couple of sizes. He admired the sight of her flip flop on his bare foot. He enjoyed the invasion of his own toe cleavage, augmenting her own natural foot odour with his. Turning his attention to the cheap footwear around his cock once more, he carefully decorated the plastic "Y" toe-cleavage dweller with a great, sticky glob of his pre-cum. He imagined that tender, aromatic area between the owner's first two toes, wondering if they would separate enough to accommodate the large, swollen head of his cock. He fantasised about fucking this sweet, almost secret area between her toes while sucking her other bare foot for all he was worth. He imagined the sight of his pre-cum glistening like champagne between her delicious toes, lubricating each thrust of his veiny, excited cock through her toe cleavage.

Clive suddenly realised that he was about to orgasm right there on his knees in her shoe closet, naked except for one of her flip flops. Gasping euphorically, he held that moist rubber sole in front of his hot, pre-cum soaked prick and, wanking himself to climax with his other hand, he began to empty great, thick spurts of his cum onto the footwear. He felt every muscle in his sweating body contract as he emptied his balls onto the flip flop, his warm sperm momentarily hiding those imprinted stains of her toes, dripping downwards and collecting in a sticky pool at the indent left by her sweet heel.

Clive milked himself dry onto the abused flip flop. He ensured his friend the plastic "Y" received a healthy coating of his sticky, white cum, hoping that some of his devotional seed would make it to the delectable toe cleavage of its female owner.

Drained and sweating, Clive sat back against the door of the closet on his bare arse to catch his breath. He removed the flip flop from his foot and placed it neatly on the floor next to its semen-coated partner. He looked down at his naked body, noticing the sticky bubble of cum which remained at the tip of his cock. He smiled to himself in his perverted self-satisfied glow, collecting the remainder of his cum with his fingernail and dabbing it onto the beautifully-scented flip flop he had held to his face moments ago. He painted two eyes and a big smiley face onto the rubber, laughing to himself at how visible the design was against the cheap, black material. The cum stains on the other shoe would be incredible, Clive thought to himself, and he hoped the female owner would appreciate each drop of sweat and sperm he had contributed to its worship.

He arranged the flip flops on the floor and, following orders, took several pictures with his digital camera. As instructed, he ensured he had plenty close-up shots as well as wider shots capturing the semen 'smiley' he had created on one of the rubber soles. He smiled to himself, anticipating seeing these photos on his PC monitor that evening.

He got back onto his knees and, turning out the light, opened the door to exit the shoe closet.

It was the following blow to the front of his head that surprised Clive the most, well, as much surprise as one may experience before lapsing into unconsciousness. In that split-second between opening the closet door and dark, senseless oblivion, Clive was able to discern a female figure in front of him, a large, blunt object in one hand. Her hazy image would haunt his enforced dreams until he awoke at her mercy...

...To be continued

Brought to Heel Ch. 02



Tom was bored. The shops had all shut and he had a long night shift ahead of him. He had received a call from the Manager 10 minutes ago to inform him that Ron, his shift mate, had called in sick and that he would need to do the duty on his own.

The night shifts where bad enough when there were 2 of you but on your own they were a dull and boring trudge. On the day shift you could at least use the extensive CCTV to follow pretty women around the shopping centre, zooming in where an inviting view was offered; but at night, when the place was empty there was no such light relief.

David , the area manager for one of the shoe outlets had told him that he would be working late and would need to be let out of the staff entrance later but he would call when he was ready. In the meantime, Tom decided to do a quick perimeter check to satisfy himself that the place was all properly locked up and secure.

While doing that he noticed that there were three cars left in the car park. He recognised David's Mercedes as he was a regular here and his own battered Polo was round the side but there was also a rather nice, if rather old, BMW 3 series convertible too. What he liked to call a "hair dressers ride". Probably a middle aged housewife or a gay man; if he was lucky it would be the former and hopefully a MILF - he would have to keep an eye on it with the external TV cameras and see which it was.

It was probably someone visiting one of the stand alone units at the other side of the car park, there were a few cars over there and some of the units looked open still.

Tom returned to the security control room and settled himself into the padded and comfortable chair in front of the bank of CCTV screens. The chair was the only luxury in this job. Ergonomically designed for maximum comfort, after all it was occupied 24/7 so had to make a positive contribution to concentration.

For all of that, Tom only just fitted in it. I should explain. Tom was big, not fat, obese big but built. He was 6'6", muscular maybe even a bit muscle bound. Security was a natural career for him, he had been a bouncer but found that the worst yobs, when alcohol fuelled, tended to pick him out for fights and that was really not his thing.

Tom was the archetypal gentle giant. Massive but mild and even tempered.

Once settled in the chair, really more like squeezed into the chair, Tom did a quick scan of the Mall hallways, deftly flicking the joystick that controlled the camera selection, panned and zoomed them and even triggered the recording mode (important if they thought they were onto a lifter).

Nothing doing, no one anywhere, not even a cleaner, just empty halls and shops with their shutters down.

Then he remembered David, the Area Manager working late. He flicker the controller and moved to a view of the service corridor, less coverage here but still enough to do a quick scan and satisfy himself that David was not here. He must be still in his store.

The company that David worked for was a recent tenant, they had only been in this Mall for about 3 months. The unit was previously occupied by a geeky games shop - PS3, X- Box all that stuff. They had real issues with staff theft - apparently those spotty teenaged staff were so into their games that they could not keep their hands off stock that wasn't theirs. As a result they had installed additional CCTV linked to the main Mall system but covering the Staff Only back room areas of the store. 

This part of they system had not been disclosed to the new tenants and was normally off line but Tom was pretty sure that it would be easy to bring it online and therefore perhaps enable him to find David and even work out how long he was likely to remain here.

He was right. It only took him 5 minutes to bring the additional circuits on line and get a feed from the 4 cameras covering the staff areas of the store.

The view of the till area from the back of the store showed nothing.

The camera covering the door onto the service corridor was also empty.

That left the 2 cameras covering the stock room. One covered a corridor between floor to ceiling stacks of shoe boxes - empty.

That left the last one. This covered what used to be the rest area for staff when the unit was a games shop but was now the "private" seated area within the stock room for the shoe shop.

Tom selected the camera. First he noticed the general layout, as he expected, stacks of boxes around an open area with a nest of stools as seating and floor length mirrors on the Walls between the shoe boxes

Then he noticed the people.

From the angle the camera showed him he could clearly see one person and he thought part of another.

As his mind registered what he saw and started to make sense of it he realised that he was seeing something quite extraordinary.

What he could see was the back of a lingerie clad woman, he could only describe her as statuesque, who seemed to be riding a man, cowgirl style, for all she was worth. The man, she assumed was David, was on his back on the nest of stools. All that Tom could see clearly was his legs which hung over the edge of the stools, he had no trousers on (but was still wearing his socks (how typically male he thought).

The woman, totally in control of the situation was impaling herself on the man and was clearly very much enjoying herself, her back was arched and David was stroking and fondling her body as they enjoyed each other.

The woman leant forward until they were able to kiss, pretty passionately by the look of it, they managed to do this without breaking apart although the camera angle did not allow Tom to really confirm this as the camera was mounted too high on the wall.

Whilst kissing, the man tilted the woman to one side and rolled her onto her back. Now between her legs they were able to continue in the missionary position. Tom was glued to the screen. However comfortable the chair was, Tom was definitely not comfortable himself.

Seeing these two engaged in the most intimate of acts had caused an understandable reaction in his trousers which were now most certainly too tight. He was as hard as a steel bar. In Tom's case this was not insignificant as he was built in true proportion and when aroused like this his manhood was in excess of 8".

As he tried to adjust himself to alleviate the discomfort, Tom saw the woman bring her legs up behind David's back so that she could lock her ankles behind him. Tom always loved it when a woman did this during love making so was even more aroused to be able to secretly watch others do the same.

With one hand he undid the zip of his flies and struggled to release his very hard member whilst the other one went back to the CCTV controller and zoomed the camera in a little so that the screen was now filled by David's back and bottom pumping back and forward on top of this unknown woman -- the owner of the BMW? He wondered.

With the camera so well lined up Tom was free to take his rock hard cock in his massive hand and start to stroke its full length. He noticed that his large glans at the end was now slick with precum and shining in the light reflected from the TV monitors. 

The pace of their lovemaking now increased -- matched by Tom's actions in the security office -- they were clearly nearing their climax. David seemed to take a number of deeper and longer strokes and then pause before visibly clenching his buttocks for one last long thrust -- Tom was for the first time watching another man cum.

The woman drew him deeply into her with her heels as if trying to get one last centimetre of him into her.

And then they were done. They kissed deeply again without changing positions but then David slowly and perhaps reluctantly slid off to one side to lie next to the woman. One hand that had been at her side now move around and between them and moved down her torso to her crotch.......

And then Tom registered what he was seeing. David's hand was now stroking a normal, semi erect penis -- a cock -- meat and two veg -- a pork sword.

He was staggered, she was gorgeous, stunning even, in her lingerie. Their love making had been passionate and arousing obviously they were aroused but Tom was too. What is more, the realisation of the truth had not reduced his arousal at all, he was still as hard as a pole, a rod of iron in his hand.

They were kissing tenderly now like any lovers after climax but as they did this, David's hand was causing a reaction. He was now tenderly stroking a rising erection. This woman -- what other word could Tom use? -- was getting firmer and firmer and was starting to sport a pretty impressive weapon of her own. 

The sight of this had Tom stroking is own cock again, for some reason he found this highly erotic and very arousing, he could feel his pleasure rising and know that he would not be able to stop from cumming soon. 

But he did not want this -- he wanted something far more satisfying and intimate. He wanted to be a part of what was happening in the back of the shoe shop. He wanted to take the woman himself -- he wasn't interested in David at all but the woman fascinated him and he wanted to take her, to enjoy her and to give her enjoyment.

And then an idea came to him, he thought of a way that he could arrange this.

A few practiced flicks with the joy stick and he had a close up view of the numberplate of David's car, he noted the letters and numbers. Returning to his console he pressed the remote unlock in the staff exit nearest David's car (a necessary facility if managing a mass evacuation). Now the challenging bit.

Tom pressed the transmit button on the Mall wide intercom, moved his mouth to the microphone on it's stalk and started.

"If the owner of car Sierra, Kilo, zero six, Romeo, Yankie, Foxtrot is in the Mall could they please return to their vehicle as soon as possible as it appears to be being vandalised."

David jumped as if he had been electrified.

"Crap. That's my car - stay here, I will be right back."

Tom followed him on the CCTV, out the back of his store, down the service corridor and out of the, now open, exit towards his car.

Immediately, Tom remotely locked the door again and rose from his seat, straightened his shirt and trousers and headed towards David's shoe shop, silent in his Dr Martens. When he was about 20 yards from the store he noticed the door open. The tall, leggy vision of beauty backed out and quietly shut the door behind her, she looked around herself and turned towards Tom, noticing him for the first time as she turned.

"Oh, hello" She seems both surprised and embarrassed to see Tom. 

"Hello Madam, are you OK?"

"Yes thank you, just leaving actually."

"Not so fast." Tom put a massive plate sized hand across her path, stopping her in her tracks. "Can I see your Mall pass please Madam?"

"I'm sorry, you misunderstand, I don't work here, I'm a customer."

Tom stood back, very obviously appraised her, in a way that would seem lecherous in other circumstances but now just seemed lacking in trust. "Of course you are Madam, that is why you are creeping around the service corridor after the Mall is shut."

"Look, I just got lost and really just want to go home now, please step aside and let me leave."

Despite the obvious nervousness in her voice and Tom's natural desire to make her feel comfortable, he stood his ground.

"I'm sorry Madam, that will not be possible, I'm afraid you will have to wait until I am happy with what you have said. What is in the bag?"

She was holding a carrier bag from the shoe shop, clearly it had a shoe box in it.

"Some rather nice feather trimmed slippers that I have just bought actually."

"Lovely I'm sure." Tom's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You will have the receipt for them of course."

"Look, this is no longer funny, of course I have the receipt, just let me pass would you." 

The stunning and tall woman moved to pass Tom and head for the exit, but Tom was having nothing of it. His arm came across her path at waist height and stopped her and pushing her against the wall of the corridor, at the same time he stepped towards her so that she was trapped. 

"Stay exactly where you are." Tom's plan was going even better than he hoped. "You are going no where until I have searched you and am happy that you are not the thieving bitch I suspect you are. Got it?"

This was disastrous, in 5 minutes she had gone from a post coital glow to suspicion of shop lifting and she was now in the control of this Neanderthal, security guard. My God he was big, he made Chloe feel petite and vulnerable, feminine and all alone.

Suddenly the eroticism of the occasion struck her, this guy was all man. Not a gay, fem type of man but a rugby scrum, beer and birds sort of man and clearly one who was used to taking what he wanted.

Chloe felt a twinge of weakness, her cock spasmed and her rosebud responded eagerly. She felt more alive and feminine than ever before and realised that she wanted to be searched, wanted this man's enormous hands to explore her body, to invade her privacy even to discover her secret.

She wanted him to take her, in a way that David would never have been able to, as an animal is taken, vulnerable, weak and dominated. Impregnated, mated and then abandoned.

Chloe felt more alive and aroused than she had for years, perhaps more than she ever had. She was hard under her shirt and her breath was ragged.

"Of course you must satisfy yourself." she said in her huskiest and sexiest voice, a clear double entendre. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Search away."

With this she turned her back on Tom, placed her hands on the wall in front of her, with her feet about a yard from the wall, she parted her legs as wide as her tight skirt would allow. 

Tom stepped in close to her and making no pretence to be gentle, kicked her ankles wider still and placed his hands on her shoulders. He frisked her back and waist efficiently and even reached around and felt under her bust, across her stomach and over the front of her skirt, not quite low enough to feel her rising arousal.

His hands moved down to her hips and gripped them tight pulling her back into him, more to the point into his clear and significant hardness. As he pressed against her bottom, she sighed and slowly and sensually moved her hips to encourage him.

They stayed like this for far longer than necessary, but actually only for a few seconds before his hands travelled down her legs, enjoying the smoothness of the nylon of her stockings. When Chloe estimated that he must be on his knees, she turned around. 

There he was, on his knees in front of her with his hands on her legs. His hands started to move up. At the same time she held him by the side of his head and pulled him towards her skirt which had a very unnatural and unfeminine bulge in it.

His hands continued to rise, now underneath her skirt, now passing the tops of her stockings and over the smoothness of her thighs and then around behind and on to her bottom.

Her skirt naturally rose as he did this, the front of her knickers were almost exposed and was only inches from his face.

"Stop, please." Chloe's voice was pleading. She realised the danger of the situation. Exciting and arousing though this man was he did not know her secret, or so she thought, and would likely be horrified by the discovery of her secret.

She has heard of girls taking a shocking beating in circumstances like this and really was not wanting that to happen.

"Oh no you don't. You can't tease me like this and then stop like that" Tom stood, without moving his hands which remained firmly gripping Chloe's buttocks. He was now between her legs, lifting her up and forcing her legs apart so that his cock was now pressed against her exposed panties.

The one advantage was that this stopped him from discovering her secret, but she was now further down a path with no clear exit route.

His face was now right in front of Chloe's face, she could smell mint on his breath and was totally aware of his physicality. Her pulse was racing and she had never felt more aroused or less in control.

To her own surprise and fear, she opened her legs as wide as they would go and wrapped them around his waist, she gripped his neck and pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply while she rotated her hips so that his cock bulge was grinding between her wide open legs.

It was as if her mind had no control over her body and that she was totally under the influence of her animal passions. She no longer cared about the risks, she just wanted this man, she wanted him to take her like an animal, in pure lust.

She hooked her ankles behind his back and broke their deep and passionate kiss, still with her hands behind his neck she leant back as far as she could so that she could grind her crotch against his massive arousal. Feeling his cock, like a steel rod, rubbing against her near her man pussy did nothing to reduce her desire -- quite the opposite really.

Her only regret at this moment was that she had put her knickers back on when David had dashed out to protect his precious car.

Grinding herself against this massive man she started to make the strangest moaning noises. It was nothing consciously done but something that came from deep within herself. A form of visceral communication perhaps.

If that is what it was it certainly worked.

Tom took a step forward so that her back was now resting against the corridor wall, she could feel the rough breezeblocks through her blouse, like this some of her weight was taken so that Tom could reach one hand between them and quickly release the button and zip on his trousers.

Realising what he was doing, Chloe moved her hips slightly back from him so that he could pull his trousers and pants down. She only let them get as far as his knees before she forced herself back onto his now liberated manhood and started to wantonly grind herself against him again.

His hands were now back on her buttocks again but after a quick and very firm fondle they moved up to the waistband of her knickers and roughly pulled them down to the tops of her thighs.

As soon as her panties were past his erection she felt it slap back onto the smoothly shaven skin between her scrotum and pussy. It felt massive, wet from precum and hard as metal. It was as if it was not a thing of nature but more of machine.

Chloe pulled herself towards him again and crushed his mouth with a deep and passionate kiss, trying to convey to him her deep inner need to be taken. At the same time she lifted her hips slightly so that the bulbous head of his cock was now seated at the entrance to her desperate pussy.

Fortunately there was still a little lubricant from earlier and also some of David's cum had leaked from her pussy, which was also still a little stretched from her earlier activity, so she was perfectly prepared for him to enter her.

She felt his massive hands on her bare buttock like huge grapples, taking her weight and pulling her checks apart until she could feel her rosebud being stretched. Then she felt his cock at her entrance.

It was simply huge. Despite the significant lubrication and the fact that David had already prepared her she was starting to seriously doubt that she could take him. He pushed at her insistently probing her most private area while at the same time forcing her buttocks even wider.

And then she felt him start to enter. She had a rising feeling of being stretched and filled as millimeter by millimeter she felt him move forward. He was patient, for that she was most grateful, but insistent all the same.

Now with their mouth glued together, pushed against the wall she could feel that all of his head was in her, she remembered to breath and took a moment to recover. Just as she was starting to convince herself that he was not going to split her in half, it happened.




Brought to Heel Ch. 02



Still holding her cheeks apart Tom moved his hands lower so that he was no longer holding her weight, instead the whole of her weight was balanced on his massive cock. At the same time he pushed himself forward, steadily but without relief.

Chloe almost fainted with the stabbing pain but also the delicious feeing of being filled. More filled than she ever had. He forced his way into her, further and further. It was endless, she was getting light headed but still it continued.

Then he grunted once and stopped. He was all the way in, she had every centimeter of him inside her pussy. God it felt good but God it hurt too.

They stayed like that for a few moments, his cock occasionally flexing inside her. Then he started to pull out of her, she pulled her self up as he did this, stopping just before he came out of her. Then he simply dropped her, sort of like a reverse pile driver and impaled her again on his impressive weapon.

She grunted deeply as he dug his whole length into her, then started to pull herself up again to repeat the operation. Again and again he thrust into her; again and again she took his whole length.

They were both sweating now, she was making little yelping noises each time be bottomed out and he was grunting like an animal but he continued to pound away at her.

Time seemed suspended, the only thing she could think of was the massive cock she was taking and the waves of pleasure she was receiving. It was making her dizzy but she was loving it. David was totally forgotten, he was actually banging at the staff entrance door but neither of them head it nor did they care.

It wasn't long before Tom started to feel his orgasm build, could feel the pleasure rising from behind his knees and build to a crescendo, to a point where it could not be stopped.

As she felt his rhythm change, his thrusts lengthen and, if possible, his hardness increase; she relaxed her ankles behind his back so that she could point her heels wide outwards so that her legs would open just a little bit wider. A clear invitation for him to give her every thing he had -- to fill her with his seed as she gave herself totally to him.

And then he started to cum. Even this was in proportion to his massive bulk. It seemed to go on forever, rope after rope. She could not really feel in inside her but she could imagine it and could feel each extra little thrust -- the way a man does when he orgasms.

When finally fully spent. Tom gently, almost tenderly, lowered Chloe to the ground and held her while she found her feet. To be honest if he hadn't she would probably have fallen over.

As she got her balance and recovered her strength she reached up and pulled his head to hers and kissed him fully, exploring his mouth with her tongue, sighing as she did so. There was unspoken passion and gratitude in that kiss, clearly understood by Tom who enjoyed responding.

When she finally broke her embrace she stepped back against the wall, lowered her head demurely and pulled her knickers up over her sore but well pleasured bottom.

"Thank you for searching me Sir, may I leave now?"

"Yes, of course Madam; I hope you have enjoyed your visit to the Mall and that you will shop here again."

"Oh, I think you can be sure of that Sir." With that she dug a small piece of card from her hand bag and gave it to him. Neatly printed on was side was the name Chloe and her mobile number.

"Good night Miss Chloe."

"Good night kind Sir."

Rather wobbly, Chloe moved off down the corridor towards the staff exit. Fortunately she was able to open the door from the inside. As she left she walked passed David who was leant against the wall by the door.

He stood away from the wall and walked towards her. "Are you going then?"

Head still down and looking a little disheveled Chloe kept walking towards her car.

"Yes David, But I will be back. Thank you for assisting me so admirably. Can I assume you will be here at the same time next week?"

"Most certainly Madam, here to serve."

With that, David walked back into the building and Chloe walked, rather gingerly back to her car and home again wondering whether what had just happened was real or just a dream. Knowing for certain that she would be back the next week and hoping that the Security guard would call her before then.