Short Stories In Keds

It’s a chilly fall afternoon as I’m sitting in the cafe in the back of the book store. Sipping my coffee as my legs are wrapped in these dark blue skinny jeans. One leg swung over the other as my navy blue canvas ked on my foot swings in the surface below the table.

I’m reading that book “The haunting of Adeline” I’ve heard so many good things and had to get my hands on it. As I’m reading I’m people watching. My attention span is worse than a squirrel. But I can’t help but feel this sense of relief when I’m sitting in a chair surrounded by thousands of books and a coffee in my hand, so I will read until I feel satisfied to leave.

I peep over the top of my book and notice this tall gorgeous man walking towards my direction. Trying my hardest to look busy so he doesn’t think I’m a creep. He stops a few feet away from me picking up a magazine. He begins to flip the pages and I’m sure he knows I’m looking, feeling my energy pulling him in. I go back to reading and then I feel it too. I look up again and this time he is facing me and gives me a small smirk. I crinkle my eyebrows like a fucking dumbass. I suck at flirting or meeting new people. It is probably why I am still single.

I put my book down and go to the restroom to get away from him. I just need to breathe, I feel like I’m being suffocated. There’s something about new people. Your muscles can’t relax or you wonder if you’re breathing too loud, is your hair parted correctly, is your shirt hiding your stomach. It’s like we criticize ourselves and they aren’t even thinking of that shit at all.

I finally come back to the table to continue my book and I see a small piece of paper. It says “nice Keds” with a phone number written on it. Ofcourse, the first thing I think is this Dom?

It’s a rainy day as I blast Stevie Nicks.

My white canvas keds are all stained up. I have splats of paints smeared into on of them. I spend the day driving around. Thinking of now, and the moment of when me and dom first met. I never got back my leather keds, although that doesn’t mean I won’t ever get them back.

Sometimes I wonder what it was I did wrong. Like there were so many mixed signals between me and dom when I decided to go down a different path. I really did think that we were going to be soulmates back then. If I could of been the air to help him breathe, I would have.

I didn’t know how much being a submissive would have me addicted to someone. More than anyone else on this earth. I feel like I always fall into his traps again because of this.

But back then he wasn’t clear on a relationship. I was still very young to be so committed to something unimaginable. But I still wanted every ounce of him. Even now I crave him here and there. But I don’t know if I can handle the sessions anymore. It’s like I want to have those sessions because they release this intense energy that I can’t get rid of. I forget everything when I’m in those cuffs.

I want to explore more. But I feel like my heart is holding me back. Because I never loved any man like that before. And I am so scared of how much scarring it would have on my heart. If there’s one pain I can’t handle it’s mental pain and heartache. It’s one of the most nagging pains that can make me go insane. I just can’t deal with that.

Has anyone else truly written something for you sir, besides me? All these stories are for you. Ways of expressing my submission to you without you being next to me. I feel like my soul will always be tied to you. Giving without receiving.

Tonight I am finally seeing sir since I left wearing the black keds. I’m expecting a punishment tonight but we will see how sir is feeling.

I am wearing a black short sleeve shirt with blue Jean shorts and my white canvas keds. My hair is ombré long and straightened. I only have on eyeliner and mascara. My body is thick and tan. I’m wearing Valentino perfume.

As I pull up to his house I am feeling a little anxious but mostly intrigued and excited. I walk to the sliding glass doors and sit my purse next to my feet. I put my hands on my head facing away from the doors and wait for sir to come.

“Pick up your purse and walk backwards inside” he orders.

“Yes sir”

When I get inside with my hands on my head again he cuffs me behind my back tightly. Then he turns me around and walks me to the room. It looks a lot different because it is empty with just a small stump which looks like a leather seat.

“Walk over to there facing the wall” he says as he guides my shoulders.

When I walk over to the wall he unbuttons my shorts and takes my panties and shorts off.

“Lift this foot, now lift this one” he directs me.

Then he walks away and I hear him put gloves on. He walks back towards me and that is when I am ordered to lean towards the wall bending over and spreading my legs. I do as I’m told and he begins to lube my ass. I didn’t think he’d go for the butt plug so soon, I was expecting a little reflection time first.

He insterts a medium buttplug and pushes it so fast into my ass, I lose all the air in my body and feel like I might faint. Sir gets me water to keep me hydrated. Then he puts gloves on again and starts to rub my pussy. He pulls up my shirt and puts nipple clamps on me, then he pulls my shirt down. Then he guides me over to the stump.

“Kneel down and lay on the seat” he orders.

“Now spread your legs while you’re kneeling so you can get fucked” he orders.

I hear him rustling around as I’m still processing the buttplug in my ass. My white keds are still on. And I can feel the nipple clamps pressing into my boobs as I lay on them.

“I suggest you start loosening up” he says as he starts putting the large sized dildo attached to the fuck machine in my pussy.

The fuck machine starts off slow while the buttplug is still in me… I feel a lot of pressure and I’m trying my best to relax.

“Push your ass into it like you want it” he says.

Eventually I relax and start to enjoy it while he controls the speed from slow to fast.

“You better not cum unless I say so and you better not move either do you understand!”

“Yes sir”

After a minute he says to me “do you feel like you have to cum?”

“Yes sir”

It feels so good, I wish he’d grab the vibrator and put it on my clit at the same time. He is watching me while I’m being “fucked”. I am turned on. I can feel my ass bouncing a little bit which helps it feel more satisfying.

“Can I please cum sir”

“You may” he says as he slows down the speed.

“Next time I tell you to come here you’re going to listen aren’t you?” … “yes sir”.

“You like getting fucked?” … “Yes sir”.

Eventually after I cum one more time he removes the fuck machine… then he slowly removes the buttplug as he tells me to relax. He walks away for a moment and then he comes back and wipes me off.

I wish he’d do the fuck machine without the buttplug. I actually enjoyed it.

“Stand up” he says as he helps me because I’m cuffed behind my back. He adds a second pair of handcuffs on my wrists. And shackles around my ankles at medium tightness.

He walks me to sit by the sliding doors so he can smoke a cigarette. His hair is spiked up and he is wearing a tshirt and basketball shorts. I’ve told him before I have a fetish for a guy wearing basketball shorts with running shoes without socks. It’s just that i don’t care vibes and it’s so hot.

When he’s done smoking, he walks back over and has me stand up and walk over to the wall. He grabs me by my hair and says to me

“Next time you’re going to come when I ask you to?”..”yes sir”

I can feel his entire aura surrounding me as his deep sexy voice fills my ears. His voice alone sends goosebumps through my body. I can feel my breathing getting heavy.

He walks around to stand infront of me and stairs me in the eyes. I always get lost when he looks at me. I forget everything I’m doing or have going on. He lifts up my shirt to see the nipple clamps as he plays with them. My nipples are stinging because they are sensitive.

He smacks at my boobs a couple times as I wince. “Why are you pulling away from me?” ... “it hurts sir”

“You like having little sensitive nipples?” … “yes sir”.

He tightens the shackles and then he says to me “you said you’d come last time and I haven’t seen you in months”

“I’m sorry sir”

“So what does that mean?”

“I lied to you sir”

“And what does that mean?”

“I get punished sir”

“What should your punishment be?”

“Whatever you want sir”

He tightens the shackles!

“Please sir!”

He stops in his tracks.

“What time do you want me to report next time sir?”

“Are you going to come or do I have to beg you?”

“I will come sir!”

“Be lucky I’m so lenient because next time I won’t be”… “yes sir”.

He eventually takes the shackles off and uncuffs me and hands me my clothes to get dressed. “After you get dressed stand with your hands on your head.”… “Yes sir”.

He cuffs me behind my back again and walks me to the door.

“I will give you instructions on when to report again” …“yes sir”.

“Are these black keds for me?”… “yes sir”

I brought the black keds back and they were sitting on the top inside my purse.

“I will tell you when you can leave watch your phone” he says as he opens the door after uncuffing me and handing me my purse.

The month of love and lust

Or should I say keds and cuffs 😏

As I said before this is the day of our Subversary. I would be lying if I said I haven’t been craving sir these past few months. I have been away and doing my own thing for a little while. I miss his touch more now than before. When we have our sessions it’s like our souls are on fire. I just want to see him, but I have to hold out! I will be posting more soon as I can!

On that note,

I know I am late, I’m sorry for not messaging you, it’s complicated. Happy New Year As well!

Tonight sir had me come see him again. Little did I know I would be punished. When I enter the house wearing my white leather keds ready to punish her again, I change into these black canvas keds.

I walk in and she is blindfolded and sleeping. I grab her left arm to handcuff her behind her back at medium tightness. Then I pull her to the edge of the bed. I take off her navy canvas keds and put my white leather keds that I have been wearing on her feet and I tie them tightly.

“When I speak to you, you will reply by calling me Mamm. If you do not say Mamm then I will smack you with a ked do you understand?!”

“Yes Mamm” she replied.

“If you cum without me saying so, then you will smell these shoes on your feet do you understand?!”

“Yes Mamm”

“And if you cum again without me saying so, then you will have shackle punishment do you understand?!”

“Yes Mamm”

I put shackles loosely on her ankles and made her stand on her feet bent over the bed and then I lubed her ass and inserted a butt plug. Then I put a medium/large dildo in her pussy. I made her hold the dildo and then I flipped her over.

I made her lay on her back cuffed and shackles with the butt plug and dildo in her. Then I pulled out a vibrator and put it against her clit as I moved the dildo in and out fucking her.

“May I please come Mamm” she begs

“No!” I replied sternly

I continue to edge her to see if she will cum without me saying so.

“May I please cum?!” She says with heavy breathing.

“No!“

Eventually I take out the dildo and only focus on her clit using the vibrator.

Her breathing starts to decrease and her body isn’t tense anymore. I know she cummed without my permission.

“You came didn’t you” I asked

“Yes Mamm”

“So what does that mean?” I asked

“I have to smell these shoes Mamm”

“And if you cum again you will get shackle punishment do you understand!!”

“Yes Mamm” she says.

I put the vibrator back on her clit at the fastest setting. I slowly put it to her pussy lips and around her clit, rotating the vibrator. And then I hold it on her clit as she whimpers.

“May I cum Mamm!”

“No!”

I continue to repeatedly edge her.

“May I cum Mamm” her body starts to clench and she keeps squirming.

“No! Keep your legs spread, if you close them again I’m going to smack you!”

She doesn’t keep her legs spread so I grab her baby ked and spank her thigh. Eventually I hold one of her legs to help her grip onto something to stay still.

I continue again, until…

“May I cum Mamm”

“You may cum”

She lets out her orgasm and breaths heavy as her body relaxes.

I put the vibrator aside and then I walk next to her head and sit down beside her. I untie the shoe laces of the white leather ked and then I put it over her nose and mouth.

“If I don’t hear you breathing I will smack you with this ked do you understand!”

“Yes Mamm”

“You will wear these keds for the rest of the week, you are not allowed to take them off unless you are showering. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mamm”

She takes deep breaths until I feel satisfied. Then I put the shoe back on her foot and tie it tightly.

…..

I go to the other room. As I’m going to gather my stuff, I reach for my purse as sirs hand quickly grabs me my the wrist and cuffs me tightly behind my back in one quick second.

“Stand facing the wall and spread your legs”

I am speechless and taken off guard. All I can think of is this was not planned.

He walks over and yanks me by my hair.

“Did you forget to speak” he says.

“No sir”

I am standing with my legs spread wearing these black canvas keds and then he has me sit down on the couch and he bends down and puts shackles on my ankles tightly. He leaves the room for a moment.

Fuck all I can think of is maybe he is doing this while she goes up the stairs or something. Or maybe he is just giving me reflection time.

But then he comes back.

“Stand up” he says as he grabs my arms to support me. These shackles are no fun.

Walk to the hall way.

“Yes sir”

When we get to the hallway he stands infront of me and looks me in my eyes.

“Who is in control”

“You are sir”

“Who will always be in control”

“You will be sir”

He leans down and tightens the chain.

“You will always be submissive”

“Yes sir”

He steps on the chain and looks me in the eyes as tears swirl through mine, and then takes his foot off the chain. All I want is to run out of this house and never come back. I think to myself how I won’t come back. That’s when he says something as if he can read my mind.

“No matter where you go, or what you do, I will always find you”

“Do you understand!” He says as he steps on the chain again.

I whimper as I’m leaning into him so I don’t fall from the tightness of the shackles.

“Yes sir!”

“You will always be submissive won’t you!”

“Yes sir”

“Walk to the foyer and back” he says

All I can think of is the shackles and how to walk without flexing my foot. The shackles are digging into my ankles. The black canvas keds are a bit tight on my feet but help me from flexing my feet too much. I can feel my feet start to sweat in them.

When I get back to standing infront of him he has me walk back in the room.

“Lay on your stomach”

“Yes sir”

At this point I just keep replying yes sir. These shackles hurt so bad. He hog ties me on the floor for a few and then takes the extra cuffs off and has me stand up. He tightens the shackles more. That is when tears run down my cheeks, why isn’t he done yet!

“So you will obey from now on correct! No back talk correct!”

“Yes sir”

He finally leans down and takes the shackles off. Then he looks at me and says.

“These right here, these teach lessons”

Meanwhile all I can think of is running away.

“Yes sir” I say in a breaking voice from holding back tears.

He has me walk to the door and he uncuffs one hand.

“Put your hand on your head”

Then he places my purse in my hand and uncuffs the other. Once he closed the door I let my hands down and walked out the gates. Leaving in these black canvas keds.

As I get to my car I try to stop the tears from falling. I am so mad, this was not discussed and he didn’t have a valid reason for punishing me! I know my stories aren’t always a turn on, but they are stories!

When I get in my driver seat I get a text from sir.

“Who is always in control?”

“You are sir” I reply and I try to wipe my tears again.

I finally drive off after a minute of calming down. I blast music and take the long way home.

When I get home sir says I have to wear these black canvas keds for the rest of the week until I come back to return them…

I never handcuffed a woman before. Mind you, she’s also a married woman. Not just any married woman, but married to him. The man I have bowed down to since the very beginning, and here I am, still submitting to him through his orders.

Tonight sir wants me to punish his new wife. Am I happy about it, I honestly don’t know what to feel. But if I don’t then the next time I go to get cuffed it will be worse than my last punishment. He is upset with her and demands for me to punish her. I don’t know what she did wrong, but that’s not my concern. My only concern is not knowing what her limits are. But she knows what her punishment will be tonight,

Yea, the tables have turned where I’m in control of her this time. She has seen me punish sir when he allowed me to have control. So she knows that I am not lenient.

When I arrive at his house I meet at our usually spot which is the back door. He opens the door for me as I walk through the dark hallway to the room. When I enter she is standing with her hands on her head, blindfolded, and waiting to be cuffed.

The room is sort of a play room. There is a black leather couch for sitting and bending over. There is an identical couch across from it where all the toys and cuffs are laying out to be within my reach.

I grab the black hinged cuffs and I handcuff her behind her back at full tightness. Then I guide her to bend over the couch and pull down her pants. I lube her ass and put a medium size butt plug in her. I pull her pants back up and put shackles on her ankles at medium tightness. Then I make her sit down on the couch for a moment of reflection. I turn the light off and leave her in the room alone.

When I come back, I make her stand up and I make her smell my keds. Yes she is wearing white canvas keds just like me tonight, we are not wearing socks. She will complete shoe smelling punishment. Her mouth is taped to make sure she is smelling the ked.

“I don’t hear you breathing!?” I say.

I tighten the shackles to full tightness and then I guide her to walk to the edge of the couch to bend over.

She whimpers as the shackles are super tight as she walks.

“You’re almost there, keep going” I say.

I pull down her pants and then I move the butt plug in and out.

Then I take a black canvas ked that was sitting on the side, and I begin to spank her.

SMACK!

“Are you going to disobey again!?”

SMACK!

“No Mamm” she replied.

SMACK!

“Speak louder when I talk to you, ARE YOU GOING TO DISOBEY AGAIN!!?”

“No Mamm!” She replies

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

I remove the butt plug and I remove the shackles. Then I pull up her pants and I leave.