A State of Grace (fiction)

[Sudsey]

I thought about it. The thought of a massive shoe orgy was attractive, but in the end I decided trying to write for so many characters at once was just too hard. Keeping track of each persons actions, thoughts and feelings... it's too hard, and results in characters not getting the attention they deserve. It becomes too much like work and little Sudsey doesn't like that

So... no, there won't be any crossover in this one... but that does not mean that Grace and Sandy will be alone all the time

Also... Grace may not wear Sandys shoes, but that doesn't stop her from being a very, very bad girl

[WAMSneak]

Haha, stop teasing, get writing

[heyheyhey55555]

I second that lol. These are too good. Get writing lol need more!!!!

[Sudsey]

MWhahahaha!

Next part is already underway

[Sudsey]

I'm sitting in hospital (visiting). So many nice sneakers. Might need to write a story about sexy nurses and their sneakers next

[mymary54]

Yessss! That would be some awsomeness there! There could be some good " twist & turns" in a story like that!

[Sudsey]

Part 7

Sandy opened her eyes after a moments disorientation, running through that initial series of questions she always works through when she is in another country, almost like a computer rebooting - where am I? What did I do yesterday? What am I doing today? The last two questions usually brought about feelings of wonderment and excitement and they did this time too, albeit in a completely different, incredibly exciting, completely erotic way. She looked down at herself - she had slept naked on a mattress at the foot of her aunts (mistresses) bed wearing only her white and purple Nike Air Max's. They felt warm and snugly on her feet and she wiggled her toes appreciatively.



"Good morning, slave," Grace greeted her. She was sitting in the high-backed chair watching her, a cup of coffee in her hand. She was dressed already in her tight jogging outfit, today's sneakers a pair of Asics Kayano 23's in black with peach highlights.

"Good morning mistress," Sandy replied with a big smile on her face.

"You slept in," Grace noted, "I have already been for my run. Didn't you sleep well?" She had a wry grin on her face.

"Yes mistress, I slept very well," she grinned back. In fact her sleep had been very broken. They gotten to bed late, probably past midnight, and her aunt had woken her several times during the night, each time with a different pair of shoes in her hands.

"That's good," Grace replied, "because you are going to need your energy."

Sandy sat up, crossing her legs so that the heels of her Nikes almost touched her bare pussy. She was eager to find out what her aunt had in store for her today.

"Firstly," Grace told her, "you need to have a drink, because I have a lot of shoes for you to lick, including these," she raised a foot, turning it so Sandy could it from different angles, "and I don't want you to become dehydrated and spoil all our fun."

"Yes mistress," Sandy said, running to the ensuite bathroom." She flew through her ablutions, excited to get those Asics in her mouth. She hurried out to the kitchen when she was finished and found her aunt still in those gorgeous Asics. Sandy loved the way the peach sections of the soles flashed at her as Grace walked around the kitchen.

"Do you want orange juice?" Grace asked as she walked to the fridge.

She nodded, "yes please mistress," licking her lips, just wanting those sexy sneakers in her mouth. The only thing that would improve Graces look would be if she was wearing only those sneakers, she thought to herself as her aunt bent over at the fridge door to retrieve the jug of orange juice, her bottom was so tight and firm in those figure-hugging jogging pants.

Grace closed the fridge door and looked at her niece. She smirked, "nice view?" She laughed as Sandy nodded vigorously. She set the jug of juice on the counter and started rummaging in the cupboard in front of her. "Ahah," she cried in triumph as she brought out a large Tupperware container, the type normally used to hold cereals or rice, "this will do nicely," setting it down on the counter next to the jug. "First your juice," she kicked her right Kayano off, picked it up from the floor and pushed it, toe first, into the container. It fit but it was a bit of a squeeze.

Sandys mouth hung open as she realised what her aunt was about to do, and her hand went straight between her legs.

"No," Grace told her niece, "you will not cum unless I command it, and it certainly will only be allowed when one of my shoes is in your pussy."

"Yes mistress," Sandy said contritely, hanging her head.

"That's better," Grace said, then began to pour orange juice over her sneaker. She directed it over the midsole first where it ran over the white rubber, colouring it light orange to match the peach highlights already on the shoe. She continued pouring over the moulded peach heel cup where it splashed off, but flowed around and over the black cloth, soaking into it beautifully. She could not direct it into the shoe, the container restricting access, but that did not matter as, by now, the orange juice had begun to fill the bottom of the container, the level rising up a over the tip of the black cloth toe. Now it was halfway up the toe, then to the laces. Grace knew from experience that the liquid would pass straight through the cloth as if it wasn't there, and knew that even now the peach insole would be soaked with juice.

Sandy watched in awe as the level of the orange juice continued to rise up over the peach coloured laces, soaking through the tongue. She licked her lips and struggled to stop herself from plunging her fingers into her pussy.

Grace continued to pour, watching as the tongue was covered and the peach coloured collar was soaked, then finally stopping as the Kayano 23 was completely submerged in orange juice, "there," she said with satisfaction, struggling herself to remain calm, "ready to drink your juice?"

Sandy nodded eagerly, boy was she ready!

"Ok, well this might get a little messy so come over here to the sink," she moved the container onto the draining board then lifted the soaked sneaker out of the container, letting the excess juice drain out, "open wide," she said, putting the toe of her shoe in her nieces mouth, "now suck all the juice out of my pretty shoe."

Sandy sucked on the soggy black toe of the Kayano, her eyes closed in pleasure, forcefully restraining herself from rubbing her clit.

"I can see you need one of my pumps inside you," Grace said, taking pity on her niece, "so you keep drinking while I go and get changed and bring you a shoe to fuck," she slipped her other sneaker off and put it on the counter, then walked out of the room, calling over her shoulder as she left, "refill my my sneaker as much as you want."

Sandy could not believe she was sucking orange juice out of such an expensive running shoe. These were almost new, certainly the latest model out, and they were oh, so yummy. She dipped the toe into the juice up to the laces, bringing it back out and thrusting it straight into her mouth, licking and sucking on it. Mmmm she moaned, wishing her aunt would hurry. She desperately needed to cum. It was then she heard Graces heels on the tiles and she looked up from her slurping to see that her aunt had stripped out of her jogging outfit and was standing naked in nothing but a pair of nude suede sandals with a five inch heel covered in swarwovski crystals and an enclosed platform of perhaps a quarter inch. In her hand were a pair of yellow patent pumps that looked to also be five inches tall. My god, Sandy thought to herself, does Grace own any heels less than five inches?

"You like," Grace asked, spinning on the spot.

"Yes mistress," Sandy enthused, "both pairs are beautiful."

"I thought you'd like them," Grace walking over the the counter, the crystals on her heels sparkling in the morning sunlight. She deposited one of the pumps on the counter. Close up Sandy could see the shoe was covered in lots of small, circular holes and the label inside on the golden interior read Jimmy Choo.

"Now let's get this pretty pump inside you," Grace said, kneeling next to her niece, running the toe gently along the outside of her pussy lips, lubricating the patent leather.

Sandy closed her eyes, enjoying sensation of the cool leather exciting her. She bit her lip, then gasped as the shoe was pushed inside her. At the same time her aunt started rubbing her clitoris, and she grabbed onto the kitchen counter for support with the hand not holding the juice-soaked Kayano. She thrust the sneaker into her mouth, clamping down on the toe as the yellow pump was pushed deeper.

"I want to see how much cum you can fill my pump with, slave," Grace said, rubbing harder, grabbing the other sneaker from the counter and holding it beneath the heel of the yellow pump in her nieces pussy, "now cum for me."

Sandy did not need telling twice, her hips bucking, legs shaking, she burst through her orgasm, gushing on the yellow pump. The holes in the leather allowed the milky white liquid to flow into the shoe, running down to heel and flow out in a steady trickle that Grace directed all over her Asics, soaking it thoroughly.

"Very nice," Grace grinned as Sandy recovered panting, "now this one is ready for your breakfast. I always like salt with my scrambled eggs, don't you?"

Sandy nodded, wondering, was she really about to eat scrambled eggs from such an expensive sneaker, and, she added, one that she had just soaked in her own cum? It appeared so, as Grace set about making the mixture, cracking eggs into a bowl, adding salt, pepper, some chives, a little milk, and beating it thoroughly. She stopped beating the eggs for a moment, reached down and slid the pump in and out of Sandy's pussy a couple of times, gave her a wink, then put a frying pan onto the gas stove. She was about to light it when there was a loud chime.

"Oh," Grace said, "that would be Tom, the pool boy."

Sandy looked both shocked and disappointed.

"Oh don't worry," Grace grinned, "he is also one of my clients." Grace winked and walked to the intercom. The TV screen showed a young man in khaki shorts and a tank top. "Come on up to the Kitchen, Tom," she said, noting the rising panic in her nieces eyes, "and stop by the spa please. You will find a cute pair of chucks there that I'd like you to bring up."

"Yes mistress," the voice came back, tinny and crackly.

Sandy went to leave, to go put some clothes on, but her aunt stopped her.

"Calm down, Slave," she commanded, "Tom is nothing to be afraid of. You will sit on the stool there," she indicated the high stool next to the kitchen counter, "just as you are, and you will say nothing."

Sandy sat as ordered, feeling nervous, afraid but also excited.

Presently the young man entered, carrying Sandy's chucks in his hand, "here you go, mistress," he said, his voice thick with a New Zealand accent. His eyes caressed Grace's naked body, then Sandy felt them on her, lingering on the shoe in her pussy. She self consciously held her arm across her bare breasts and closed her thighs.

"No, slave," Grace commanded, "drop your arm and open your legs. I am sure Tom wants to see the shoe in your pussy."

Sandy, with effort, did as she was told, lowering her gaze in embarrassment.

"I think Tom likes what he sees," Grace ran her hand over Toms crotch to where his cock was hard and rigid, "don't you Tom?"

"Yes mistress," he replied.

"That's good," Grace said, "now strip off down to your underwear."

As Tom began undressing, Grace turned to her niece, holding her white low top chucks out, "Nikes please," she instructed, "I prefer you in your cute chucks."

Sandy kicked her white and purple Air Max 90's off, handing them to her aunt, then slipped her bare feet into her chucks. They were dry now, the canvas a little hard, but they would break in again soon enough.

"Yes that's better," Grace grinned, "you look so much cuter in those. Those and your Superstars," she gave the shoe in her nieces pussy a little wiggled, then turned to Tom who stood in just his boxers, "excellent," she put one of Sandy's Nikes on the kitchen counter, then pulled Toms boxers down, revealing his large, erect cock.

Sandy watched on, her excitement growing, overriding her nervousness as Grace slid her sneaker over the Pool Boys member, "Toms cock only just fits in your little sneaker," Grace smiled, sliding it up and down, then pulled his boxers up, keeping the Nike in place. "Now Tom," she said, you will not remove this sneaker until I say you can, understand?"

"Yes mistress," he replied, smiling.

"Good," Grace continued, "you will drain and clean the spa, and in return you will cum in that shoe as many times as you can. I want it filled."

"Yes mistress," his smiled turned into a grin.

Sandy looked at her sneaker, imagining the huge cock inside it, filling it with gobs of sticky cum.

"You like that idea don't you, slave," Grace asked her niece, and sandy nodded vigorously, "good. Tom, go to my slave and let her make you cum in her Nike."

Sandy's jaw dropped open as Tom approached her with her sneaker poking up out of the top of his shorts. She bit her lip and looked at her aunt who nodded. She reached out gingerly, taking hold of her sneaker by the sole, sliding it up and down.

"No, like this," Grace took her nieces hand and repositioned it so that she gripped his cock through the leather.

Sandy could feel his hard, erect cock in her shoe and she loved it. She squeezed it, making him gasp, and began pumping it up and down.


"Good," Grace said, "now I need to make a gag for Tom." She disappeared for a moment, returning just as Tom was about to cum. His arms and legs suddenly went rigid, his body shook, and he gasped as he ejaculated.

"Oh I can feel it pumping cum into my sneaker," sandy gasped, momentarily forgetting herself and grasping the shoe in her pussy, "oh, sorry mistress."

"Tut-tut," Grace grinned, "now I have to punish your sneaker." She had brought through a handful of leather strips, each a quarter of an inch wide and about a metre long. She opened a drawer and pulled out a knife. It was thin-bladed, serrated and about was about a foot long from the pointed tip of the blade to the end of the black handle.

Sandy looked on with her mouth a surprised "o". She wondered what her aunt was about to do.

Grace picked up Sandy's sneaker, studied it a moment, glanced at her niece then took the knife and pushed it slowly through the clear rubber into the air bubble built into heel. She and Sandy both gasped at the pulse that emanated deep within their pussies, "oh that felt good," Grace sighed, turning the shoe, then pushing the knife through the clear rubber on the other side. "Oh that was even better," she grinned. She started cutting the clear section out, her legs shaking as she tried to stop herself from cumming. She glanced up and saw a stream of liquid coming from the yellow pump in her nieces pussy, "don't let that go to waste," she smiled, "put your chucks under there."

Sandy shuffled her feet together, and soon the cum was pattering onto the white canvas, soaking it nicely. She stared in disbelief at what her aunt was doing, "my poor Nike," she was thinking, "my poor, poor Nike!" And yet she couldn't bring herself to stop her aunt. She needed her to continue.

Grace finished cutting the clear rubber on the other side of Sandy's sneaker, pulling it free and dropping it on the counter. "Hmmm," she said, "I'm going to need another hole." She selected a spot above the air bubble, directly beneath the collar, and pushed the knife through the soft purple leather side section, and out the other side, through the lining into the interior of her nieces Nike. A wonderful tearing sound could be heard, making Grace and Sandy shudder.

Sandy couldn't believe what she was seeing - her sneaker was ruined, and she loved it, wanted more.

Grace turned the knife in the hole, widening it, making it larger, then she turned the Nike around did the same on that side, opposite the hole she just made. She then threaded a strip of leather through the two holes in the leather, and a second through the holes where the air bubble once was, "open your mouth Tom," she told the pool boy, and then inserted the toe of Sandy's sneaker up to the laces, "now bite down while I tie this to your head." When she was finished, Tom was gagged with Sandy's ruined Nike, "there, that looks great," she grinned, "but I enjoyed that too much. I need this back," she pulled the sneaker off of Toms cock and lay it on the counter, "oh I love this," she sighed, pushing the knife through the air bubble, then cutting it out. She turned the sneaker around and did the other side, "oh yeah that's so good," her hand went to her pussy, "Tom, go to the spa and bring me Sandy's black stripe Superstars."

Tom nodded and left the room and Grace noticed Sandy's looking concerned, "oh don't worry, I just need one of them for my pussy," she smiled, "and Tom will need one on his cock," she paused a moment, "but then again," she raised the knife, turning it and grinning. She let the thought hand before continuing, "I'm not finished with your Nike yet though," she turned the sneaker around, and looked inside, "my, Tom did do a big load in your sneaker! Let's make it easier to see." She inserted the knife below the lowest lace and started cutting upwards. The laces grabbed on the serrated blade, making it difficult, but they parted with a delicious tearing sound that made Sandy shake and cum.

Grace struggled to retain composure and was relieved when Tom returned with the Superstars as ordered. "Put one on your cock," Grace told him, taking the other in her left hand and wasting no time rubbing the toecap on her pussy. She still held the knife in her right hand and she stabbed down with it into the toe of her nieces Nike. She came almost instantly, cumming over the textured toecap and laces of the Superstar. "Oh I love your Superstars," she panted, "they feel so good," she put the sneaker on the counter, then returned to cutting the laces from Sandy's Nike.

Grace glanced to her niece and saw she was entranced. Her chucks were soaked in her own cum, and she was physically shaking, "you were such a bad girl, slave," she said, pulling the remaining purple laces from her nieces shoe, "see how I have to punish you?"

Sandy nodded, she did see and was loving every moment, even as she was horrified as to what was happening to her sneakers, "yes mistress," she said, "I am such a naughty girl and need punishing."

"Yes you do," Grace grinned, pulling the tongue of her nieces Nike forwards and cutting it out from the base, "you do need to be punished," she started to saw down through the center of the heel, through the pale purple lining, the purple plastic heel logo.

"My poor shoe," Sandy's mind screamed, tears rolling down her face, but she was chain cumming at the same time, one cum for every cut of the knife.

Grace was just as excited and she had to stop cutting for a moment to use the Superstar again. When she put it back down, the toecap was slick with her juices and the bottom rows of laces were soaked. She could see Sandy's glances as she wondered if her Adidas would be next for the knife. She turned the Nike on its side now and started sawing down to remove the entire toe section. The serrated blade cut through the white foam midsole and black rubber sole easily, and the purple leather and nubuck were no match for it. She cut through it quickly and easily, then stopped while there was a small amount of leather holding it in place, "oh that was good," she sighed, "I've never destroyed a shoe before," she turned it, letting the toe section flop, "the air bubble was the best though." She dropped the Nike and picked up the Superstar, looking at it, "no air bubbles in these, so I guess they are safe," she thrust the toecap against her pussy once more, "for now." Grace was gratified to see a look of disappointment cross her nieces face, even as they both came again. It meant that her Superstars were fair game and that, at some point, they might meet an early demise.

[rzseven7]

YESSSS FINALLY THE DESTRUCTION I LOVE IT <3

[Sudsey]

It was only a matter of time

[WAMSneak]

Awesome, I hope that's given her a taste for it

Maybe they need to go shopping for replacements now!