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Looking around outside the club, Sam was trying to find where her date Jane had ended up. She didn’t personally know the woman but that didn’t mean she wasn’t excited for their soon-to-be night together. From what Anna had told her, and from the picture of her she saw, she was going to enjoy her company. Jane was around her age, brunette, a goth, shared the same music taste, her kind of woman. The longer she waited the more eager she grew to meet her, but where was she? It was Jane who set up the date so she must still want to go to it right?
As she waited on the club’s steps she absentmindedly stomped her foot into the ground, causing waves of pleasure and pain to rocket through Jane’s leather body. You see Jane was with her date although not as a person, she was her shoes. She was also eager to meet her date, at least not while under her feet.
As the minutes passed Sam grew even more excited to meet the woman. Watching the passersby’s she wondered if Jane stood her up. If she did then she’d be sorry. A sudden spurt of anger went through her body at that thought, causing her to stomp her feet into the ground, shooting ecstasy through her date.
Jane wasn’t even entirely sure how she ended up like this. The previous night she was human so how did she become a shoe? Though, she wasn’t mad at her current form. The previous night before their date she had decided to check out Sam’s various socials and as she did so she grew more and more turned on. Sam was just so hot, especially her feet. Despite all that Anna had told her she forgot to mention one part of Jane, her foot fetish.
She was pretty open about it, especially to Anna, her friend with benefits, so she wondered why she hadn't told her. Probably not too weird her date out she reasoned, anyway. Going through her date’s socials her foot fetish took hold and after finding a sultry image of her with her feet out her fetishism took hold and she promptly brought herself to climax. As she did so the thought of spending some time under her feet added fuel to her arousal fire. Finishing herself off she went to bed, hoping that the next she’d end up under her.
The following day she did, albeit as a pair of her shoes. She was terrified as she shoved her feet into her but as they settled into place pleasure went through her bodies. It seemed that in her form she was extremely sensitive, so, as she walked around in her waves of intense pain and pleasure hit her. Also, she still had most of her senses allowing her to taste her date’s foot, at least what she could parse from her socks. After an hour of waiting and texting with no response, Sam decided to head home. She was disappointed that Jane had stood her up, but she was glad Sam was standing on her.
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