Hi Everyone
Here is a very brief piece of Fiction inspired by my Friend and lover, a beautiful sexy woman twice my age (that's me in trouble) by the name of Sheila. I have known her for a few years now and we are separated by a few miles, but when we are together we have such fun.
Anyway, I do not know if any of you recall me going on about my not being able to write long form pieces anymore, due to a problem I have developed with concentration, well last night I seemed to hit a vein of inspiration which took me from blank page to finished piece in just under 2 hours and that included rouge draft, edit, re-write and final edit. Usually if i try to write, it would take weeks and then I would always over edit and over correct and then get bored and lose interest before completing it. However as I said last night was a very good night. That said I have not re-read it again for that very reason and post it hoping there are not to many errors and that the flow of the piece can be read with ease.
Hope you enjoy
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PS
Thank you Sheila and Gigi and P
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“Have I shocked you”
A
brief fantasy inspired by and dedicated to
my very own Queen of the
High Heel,
Ms Sheila Williams.
"Do you like the colour, see it's the same as my toes"
The
young man looked down towards the woman’s feet
and sure enough the same shade of cherry red glistened from the opened
toes of her polished nude coloured sandals. Sandals, which even to his eye were
fashioned with terrifyingly high heels. The young man nodded.
“It is a lovely colour, quite
sensual I think. Look, see how it shines
against the black of your trousers”.
Now the young mans eyes widened as without
invite the woman rested her slim elegant hand on his leg, settling it just to
the top of his thigh, His mouth dried.
“See what I mean, it really
sparkles if I do this”
The young man felt him self tremble as gently
he woman fluttered her fingers against his leg.
“Don’t you think they look good?. I had them done especially
for today. I never have naked nails, always polished. But did you notice it is
the same colour as I have on my lips?”
The young man jumped slightly as her hand
rose higher up his thigh,
“Did you?”.
The young man took a breath, his fingers
shuffling the papers on the table.
“Did you?”.
The
woman repeated, her fingers tapping gently on his thigh.Now with cheeks burning
the young man turned his head at a slight angle and flicked his eyes to the
woman’s lips. They were smiling, warmly and knowingly and yes were glossed in
the same sparkling red. The young man nodded and for the briefest of moments
their eyes met for the first time.
The young man swallowed and nodded again,
turning his eyes to see if anyone else from the meeting was seeing his
embarrassment. But with the edge of the tables’ aid, anyone else’s view would
have been obscured.
“How would you describe them?”
Again the young man swallowed, he felt the
heat from her hand on his leg, he glanced up once more. His voice silenced
“My Nails”, the woman purred in her soft American tone, “how would you
describe them? sleek?…….smooth?……polished?……Glossy?…….. Glossy, yes like that Glossy. Do you think my nails are glossy?”
The
young man took a breath and nodded.
The woman smiled, she could sense the
effect she was having on the smartly dressed young man to her left .
“Don’t you have a voice darling?”. she
purred, her voice seeming to lower and seep into his head like warm honey. “I
know you do. You have that sexy British accent. Let me hear it. Tell me what my
nails are”.
The
young man felt himself flush, sweat on his brow. “G….Glossy….your nails are
glossy Madam”. The woman’s fingers squeezed on his thigh, causing him to raise
his eyes to meet hers. She smiled
“Madam? Oh my God that is so cute”, she
whispered, her eyes dancing with light, “I just love your British accent, I
could listen to it all day. Mmmm yes, I love glossy shiny thing, glossy lips
and glossy nails and high heels, I just love them and do you know what else I
love that is glossy?”.
She paused, really not expecting any more
than the slight shake of the young mans head she received. She lent in closer
still.
“Latex rubber, Isn’t that wicked, I mean
naughty and little…..kinky, but Mmmm I just adore it, I love it, I love its
touch and I love its smell ”.
She shifted in her seat, slightly angling her
body towards the now very red face young man, her tone lowering into a hushed
secretive whisper.
“Do you not think that is ever so naughty,
some one of my age Liking Rubber I mean”,
Again her eyes sort his, revelling in the
clear confusion they contained as he answered her with a faint shake of the
head. She smiled and squeezed his knee; the polished red of her long nails
gleaming against the matt black of his dull office wear.
“I’ll tell you what else I love about
Latex, the sound it makes, Mmmm I adore that soft delicate rustle and creak as
it is stretched and smoothed across freshly lubricated flesh”,
she felt her prey tense at the word, Flesh,
a tingle passing down her spine. She continued her tone low and matter of fact.
“You see a body must be lubricated, oiled
before you can put Latex on, it is that tight, that clinging, without it, well
,dressing would be almost impossible. I have an imported blend of oils, which
is scented with Royal Jelly and when it warms beneath the tight latex, Oh, the
aroma is pure heaven”.
Now she paused, looking away to paperwork
laid out on the wide boardroom table before her. The young man watching as the
polished fingertips of her free hand moved over them, sliding one piece across
the desk. He took a breath, a deep breath, his heart pounding freely in his
chest as he felt her other hand gently caress up his thigh. She turned back to
him and smiled, leaning close,
“But do you know what I Love most about
Latex?…it,s the way it shines when it has just been polished. You see when it
is sprayed with silicone it becomes so glossy, so slick, it’s like….like wet
oil, it glistens and ripples with each and every movement of the wearers body,
highlighting every curve, every crease and every cute dimple. Mmmm I just adore
polishing a slim young body in Latex, Feeling a body tremble beneath my touch,
Shiver at my slow caress, because that is what polishing Latex is, a slow
deliberate caress, a caress of every inch of a body, every millimetre and every
detail”.
She gazed straight into his wide dark eyes,
“I could polish my girls all day”
She paused, her eyes guiding his to the two
stunning women who stood to one side of the room. The woman’s Assistants,
blonde, tanned, long legged, and exquisitely elegant, were as beautifully
figured and made up as any catwalk or magazine model and seemed to be looking
straight at him, a knowing glint in their richly made up eyes.
“Do you find that….shocking?”
The young man remained silent, he could feel
his face glowing with embarrassment and confusion, his mouth dry.
“Young Man?”
Still the young man, barely out of high
school remained silent, his voice lost in a tangle of bewildered emotions. But
it was a silence the woman would not accept.
“Young Man!” her voice was little more than
a raised whisper but its tone was sharper, demanding. “Do you find that
shocking?”
“N…..n..no, Madame”
“Oh
really?” The woman sighed, tilting her head to regain control of his eyes “I do
not shock you?”
“N…no Madame”.
“Then perhaps I must try harder”.
The woman smiled and turned away her hand
slipping from his thigh as she addressed the group around the table.
“Gentlemen, I am prepared to sign,
everything is very much to my liking”
Swiftly
a file of papers was placed before the woman, who without reading signed her
elegant signature at the bottom before sliding it sideways to the young man.
“Please counter sign Andrew”, The young mans
grey haired employer guided.
The young man from accounts, straight out of
college, had been surprised at being such an integral part of what was a
multi-million pound investment deal, but had been proud to be a part of it and
so with a slight shake of his hand, placed his name clearly beside he woman’s,
before he too was instructed to pass it on to Ms Richmond, his employers Executive
secretary opposite..
The woman smiled and without another
acknowledgment to the group turned back to her young man.
“Now, Shock you, yes. What if I were to
tell you I have just acquired something I have always dreamt of owning. A new
kind of assistant, one who will be on my personal staff back home in Los
Angeles. Not an assistant like my girls here, not for business, but one for
more….. personal duties. A Maid in fact…No? not that exciting yet? ”,
The
woman smiled, her eyes flickering with excitement.
“Okay, Let me explain. My home is up in the
Hills, beautiful views over the city, warm sunny and peaceful, but I have never
really had a Maid, not a personal Maid. I mean I have staff, housekeepers and
gardeners and such, but I have never been truly happy with any of my past
Maids. I could not think why, I mean they were all beautiful and attentive, but
there was always something missing and then one day as I was surfing around and
purely by accident I found this site, here in England, that specialises in
Maids Uniforms, but not just any uniforms, Uniforms made from…..Latex Rubber.
My God, that was it, how could I have missed it. I mean my girls wear Latex
occasionally, when appropriate, but it was obvious. Latex, Latex, My Maid would
be able to wear Latex and nothing but Latex for me all the time. Can you
imagine that? Can you imagine wearing nothing but Latex all day…. and ….night”
The woman’s eyes flickering with excitement,
scanned the face of the flushed young man beside her, as, without looking, she
brought up the sites page onto the Laptop screen before them. She felt her
young mans leg tremble.
“This site had everything……”, Her tone was
matter of fact, “….. Long dresses, short dresses, really short dresses, all
colours, frills no frills, high neck low neck, gloves ,caps aprons everything,
underwear, I mean everything and I think I bought two of everything, cost a
fortune, well not my fortune, but a heck of a lot, had it all shipped over.
They even had this long Victorian uniform, Black, really high necked, long
sleeved, floor length, trimmed with white lace, that had 4 matching petticoats
underneath. About 900 Dollars. I almost did not buy it, not because of the
cost, but because it would be really heavy and hot to wear in the California
sun. But I just loved it though. Classic British Victorian style, so elegant
and proper. I mean It is so beautiful, so I bought 3, two black and one in
brilliant neon Pink and besides I thought, why should I worry about the heat, I
ain’t going to be the one inside it.”
She paused, closing the screen, as another
document was passed, she placed her glasses on and after a quick scan nodded
her approval, before returning her sparkling green eyes to the young man beside
her.
“So all I needed to do then was find the
right candidate for the position. The perfect starting place, from which to
create my perfect Maid. You see, I intend her not only to be my maid, but to be
a living, breathing work of art. An example of feminine perfection in every
way, from the tips of her toes to the last curl of her lashes. She will be
perfect. Do you understand young man? Perfect.
She will be exquisitely made up, a masterpiece of beauty, every detail
of her eyes and lips must be refined and defined, I will accept nothing but
perfection at all times, because she will be a reflection of me. Her body will
be sculpted and flawless, She will have long, long legs and a slim waist, Flat
toned stomach and in time shall have pretty, delicate, up turned breasts,
tipped with copper nipples that shall stiffen to the touch of my slow polishing
caress. Yes she will be perfection, because
if she is not perfection, she will be….. punished”.
She paused letting the word hang in the air
“Young
man….. Do I shock you?
The young man swallowed, he knew she could
feel his legs tremble beneath her softly controlling touch. “N….No Madame, you
don’t”
“Really?, really truly? Then…. I shall try
harder”,
She
slowly and deliberately licked her lips, her eyes darting about his blush red
face.
“What if I were to tell you something
else….. a secret maybe, yes a secret, what if I were to tell you……”,
She lent closer still, her lips inches from
his ear, her breath on his cheek.
“…..that
My girls were not always girls and that My girls…… were once…. boys. Boys, Just
….like…you”
The woman heart leapt as she felt the young
mans leg tense beneath her touch.
“You
see, I do not need any more money, I do not invest to gain wealth, I invest to
gain…..pretty playthings, pretty feminine playthings… Like You”.
The cool, American beauty felt her heart
flutter with delight, as confusion and uncertainty flooded her young mans face.
“Gentlemen may I address the clarity of
clause 69, paragraph 12 of the transfer document”. She squeezed the young mans
knee.
There was a shuffling of papers.
The head of the young mans company cleared
his throat, “No, no dispute Ms Williams” he said, looking over the top of his
glasses, “employee transfer document Signed by yourself and countered by
myself, Ms Richmond and named employee Andrew Watson, the young man to your
left. No I see no flaws in it at all. In Fact I must say, Congratulation Andrew
on signing such a comprehensive contract. It is a shame you are leaving us
after such a brief time, however I believe Ms Williams is offering you a very
bright and secure future on her personal staff in California”.
“Thank you Mr Johnson”. The woman said,
before returning her gaze to the stunned young man beside her. She smiled,
“Now
young man……Have I shocked you?”
