Chapter 1

Sasha always loved this part. The dressing up part. Freshly showered, droplets still clinging to her voluptuous body, she slowly massaged her favourite oils into her soft skin.

She had agreed to meet a sub for a domme friend of hers. Elizabeth was a very capable mistress, but knew her limitations, and tottering about on stillettos wasn't one of them. However, she also knew that her boy had a 'thing' about nyloned feet and stilletto heels. So, rather than break an ankle, she had arranged this little treat for him. Sasha had giggled when asked and agreed to tease him without any hesitation, knowing Elizabeth's boys were always well trained and well mannered.

Oiling completed, Sasha checked her scarlet finger and toe nails for any chipping as she had visited the salon the day before. Satisfied, she reached into a drawer and pulled on a pair of white cotton gloves. Carefully, she then opened a brand new pair of fully fashioned, black seamed stockings. Taking out a jade green satin cincher with suspenders attached, she encased her body in it, revelling at the wantonness it made her feel with her breasts free from restraint and spilling over the top.

Opening the cellophane wrapper, Sasha took out the first stocking. Lifting one leg onto the chair, her gloved hands slowly rolled the nylon stocking over her toes and up her dainty foot. Taking care, she continued up her leg, constantly checking that she had her seam straight, then fastening the stocking to the suspenders dangling from the cincher. Smiling to herself at the feel of the nylon on her skin as she repeated the same careful process with the other stocking. Walking to her mirror she turned and turned about, checking from every angle, making sure her seams were straight and that there were no runs in the fragile fabric. Satisfied, she put on a pair of 4 " stilletto patent black leather court shoes. Severe yet sexy, they were just right as domme-shoes and would show off a pair of seamed stockings to perfection.

Elizabeth had told Sasha that instructions had been given to Greg (her sub), to meet Sasha and help her with her shopping, as a favour from one domme to another. No mention had been made about the fact that it was a treat, nor had he been told anything about the type of purchases, or for that matter, anything about the woman he was to serve. It was with immense amusement therefore, Sasha walked into the little coffee shop in town, knowing that Greg knew nothing about her...

Greg sat nervously in his seat as he waited for his mistress's friend.

Toying with the teaspoon in the saucer, he sat in the window seat as per instructions, blushing furiously every time a woman entered the coffee shop, which was quite often, given that this coffee shop was in the centre of the busy shopping mall. Greg felt sure that every single female eye was on him, knowing intuitively of course that this man would love to feel their stockinged feet on his face... Obviously they didn't, but that didn't stop Greg feeling decidedly uncomfortable, caught up in his own mental fantasy in the centre of town.

It was the legs he noticed first. And those shoes. Looking downwards, deep in thought, he hadn't noticed that someone, a woman, had paused at his table. Black patent courts with sheer nyloned legs..."Oh God" he thought, "I wonder if she knows what she is doing to me?"

Standing suddenly, he stammered his apologies at his lack of manners, knocking everything over on the table with a loud clatter. Mortified at drawing attention to himself in such a way, he stared helplessly into a pair of laughing green eyes, transfixed as a rabbit in headlights.

"You must be Greg" Sasha smiled. "Daydreaming were we?" She watched as he hurriedly set the table to rights, then sat directly opposite his seat. "Sit down boy! I have no desire to be this afternoon's matinee performance" Greg sat down slowly, still mesmerized by this vision before him. Long wavy red hair framed a pretty freckled face. Green eyes, now twinkling in amusement, regarded him. Unable to help himself, Greg's eyes had stared unashamedly, noting the beautifully tailored jacket and pencil skirt in dark green, with cream coloured blouse beneath, perfectly complimenting this woman's natural beauty. Those long tapered fingers ending in scarlet nails, completed the ensemble and Greg sat there quite stunned.

"I take it I pass muster?" Sasha's voice had taken on an icy timbre. "I

am not used to being appraised so openly in a public place boy!" Greg was mortified. What on earth was he doing? "I - I apologise Ma'am" he stuttered, crimson with embarassment and looking down at the table. "Miss Elizabeth didn't tell me what to expect."

"She didn't have to boy. You are here for my benefit, not the other way around!" Sasha's angry voice belied the amusement within as she watched him squirm. "Oh this is going to be fun" she thought. "Presumably your training includes making sure the mistress you are with has everything she needs?" Sarcasm dripped from Sasha's voice. " I have been here some time, yet you have failed to offer any form of refreshment boy!"

"M... my apologies Ma'am" stuttered Greg once again, knowing this meeting was spiralling downhill fast. "May I fetch you some refreshment Ma'am?" Hardly daring to breathe, lest he make another mistake, he waited for her reply. "Black coffee if you please, one sugar." So saying, Sasha turned and looked out of the window, her body language dismissing the poor hapless sub trembling at the other side of the table.

Rising carefully this time, Greg slipped out of his seat to do her bidding. Standing in the queue for the coffees, he replayed the last few minutes and was appalled. He knew that those wonderful legs and feet had been his undoing. "Miss Elizabeth wouldn't recognise me" he thought. Always attentive, always polite, Elizabeth had only known how capable he was. She knew he had a foot fetish and had allowed him to worship her feet, but this woman was all he had ever fantasised about. Greg realised how perceptive Miss Elizabeth truly was, and how she had unselfishly given him what he craved.

And what had he done with the opportunity? "Blown it sky high" he thought in disgust, "Miss Elizabeth's friend thinks I am an uncouth clumsy oaf now." he mused dejectedly as he carried the coffees back to the table. Cursing himself for a fool, he resolved to try and salvage what he could and try to earn a little praise instead of ridicule.

Greg placed the steaming cup of coffee in front of Sasha. "I hope this will be acceptable Ma'am" Greg murmured and went to his seat, waiting for her nod before seating himself once more. Sasha turned to face him. Studying him carefully, she saw an average sized man, about 5 foot 10 inches in height, with a reasonable physique. Not muscular, but not fat either. Fairly square jawed, he was clean shaven and had short dark hair. Blue/gray eyes caught her scrutiny and Greg bashfully looked down to avoid confrontation. Blushing furiously again, Greg realised how Sasha must have felt under his gaze earlier. "Ma'am?" he asked enquiringly, "May I be permitted to know how to address you?"

"You may call me Miss Sasha or Ma'am, whichever. It matters not to me Greg." Sasha replied, then went on "We have a busy afternoon ahead of us - I hope you are strong..." she added as an afterthought, "I will need you to carry all my purchases" Greg absorbed this information and wondered just what the shopping was likely to be. "I am strong Ma'am, so I can assist you with no problems" He smiled at her, more at ease now he had got over the initial nerves.

Suddenly Greg jumped and his eyes flew to Sasha. "Ma'am?" Sasha's foot had somehow slipped out of her shoe and had apparently gained a life of its own. At this precise moment it was finding its way around Greg's ankle and insinuating itself underneath his trouser leg, searching for contact with the skin above his sock. Greg's surprised expression drew a chuckle from Sasha "Yes Greg?" was the innocent reply. "Erm... Ma'am... ahhhhh... we are in a coffee shop Ma'am" Greg's embarassment was clear. "I know boy." Sasha's reply was amused. "That's why I am drinking coffee" She smiled as her foot found the skin it was seeking and Greg squeaked then gasped as the nyloned foot began to caress the fine hairs on his shin. His breathing changed as he fidgeted in his seat nervously. Sasha laughed and withdrew her foot.

Greg slumped in relief, only to jerk upright again when Sasha's foot renewed its assault; only this time it travelled up the length of his leg outside his trousers... Her foot seemed to have a will of its own as, above the table, Sasha showed no sign of the movement going on beneath.

"Erm... Ma'am?" Greg's voice had gone up nearly an octave in his haste to communicate. "Where you aware Ma'am, that the window glass is floor to ceiling? I mean, everyone outside can see Ma'am..." Greg's voice trailed off to a whisper as Sasha nodded and just smiled at him, well aware that her foot was now firmly planted in his groin and playing havoc with his cock and balls. Her smile widened as her toes made contact with a rock solid obstacle just as Greg's breathing became heavy and laboured. "Ma'am" he croaked, clutching the tabletop, "Please..." The begging note in his voice accentuated the pleading gaze that implored her to stop.