Al, Her Ex

She simply couldn't resist the chance to exact **** on her slimy ex-boyfriend, especially since in this reality he was a lovely young shoe saleslady. Somehow she knew exactly how to get to the shop Alysin (the ex's name here) worked at. It was in an older part of town that used to be quite elegant but lately had fallen on harder times. The merchandise reflected that--although the store still carried an assortment of Prada, Gucci, and Ferragamo, it also had an entire wall dedicated to extremely sexual footwear by Pierre Silber, Dream Dresser, and the like.

Danya noticed with surprise that her she-devil nature had been internalized. She looked like a human being, though a stunningly beautiful one, she had to admit. She also knew somehow that she could morph into the demonic form at will, which gave her a tiny thrill. She strutted into the shop on impressive high heels the computer program had outfitted her with. If only she could walk so confidently in shoes like this in real life, she thought wistfully. She quickly put herself back into role, however, acting like a spoiled rich bitch out on a shopping binge.

Alysin hurried over to offer assistance to Danya, the only customer in the large shop. The sales girl saw dollar signs flashing in her eyes, looking over the expensive wardrobe and haughty attitude of the shopper. "Can I help you, ma'am, or would you prefer to look around a little bit first?" she asked, politely and demurely.

Danya decided to begin her domination immediately. "I will summon you when your services are required, little girl." Alysin's face showed surprise and hurt for a moment, but then she recovered, realizing she'd have to put up with this kind of treatment to make a sale. "Yes, ma'am," she said quietly, dropping her eyes to the floor and backing away. "My name is Alysin, ma'am."

Danya smiled wickedly. She'd never been that mean to anyone in her life! Yet Al had treated her like crap, so she was greatly looking forward to continuing her ****.

As she browsed the shoes on display, she found quite a number of attractive, sexy styles that caught her eye. The prices were outrageous, and it was only in the computer world she would even consider shopping in a store like this.

"Oh, Sin?" she called, preferring that to the sales girl's real name or "Al". In a flash Alysin was at her side. Danya began tromping around the store, grabbing various styles and brands of shoes and tossing them at the attendant. "I want to try this in a seven, and get this one in aubergine, and these boots in seven-and-a-half, and this one but with a four-inch heel.." She rattled off a litany of demands and special requests, certain the bumbling bimbo wouldn't catch half of it. To her satisfaction, Alysin appeared completely overwhelmed and finally dropped a bunch of the shoes on the ground. "If you can't handle this, dearie, then I'll take my business somewhere where they can." Danya beamed inside at acting like such a total bitch.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Alysin groveled as she bent over to pick up the dropped items. "I'll be right back with all of these" Then she rushed to the store room, dropping two tall boots on the way. Danya took perverse satisfaction from hoping that Sin was in the back crying.

Which is exactly what she was doing. Alysin had never been treated so rudely, but her boss had been crystal clear that morning. "The customer is always right!" he chided, rebuking her for an incident the day before when she made a sarcastic comment under her breath that lost a $2,000 sale. "If you ever lose another sale due to rudeness then you'll be unemployed!"

She also wept in shame, comparing herself unfavorably to the elegant, confident woman ordering her around. Alysin was naturally submissive, and though she longed to be in control she knew that her fate was to serve her betters, people like the rich client she was currently helping. After a minute of weeping, she pulled herself together and collected all the shoes the woman wanted to try on. She actually had a remarkable memory and correctly captured all the special requests. Alysin, her pride somewhat back in place, emerged from the back with a stack of shoe and boot boxes that tottered it was so high.

"About time!" Danya huffed. "My time is valuable, and I expect you to hustle, got that?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am," replied Alysin, her pride again in tatters. She pulled out the first pair of shoes, a powerful red patent leather high-heeled pump with a strap that buckled around and over the ankle. It would be equally at home on a high-powered female executive's foot or a whore's, thought Alysin as she got on her knees to place the shoes on her client's feet. In that position, the dominant woman looking down on her, she felt small and powerless.

For her part, glowering down on her **** on her knees, Danya felt exhilerated. She luxuriantly stretched out her leg, letting Sin remove her current shoe, slip on the new one, and buckle the strap. She did the same with the other leg, looking at the sales girl with disdain the whole time. Once both shoes were on, she stood and paraded to the wall. Walking back to the chair (where Sin was still waiting on her knees), she felt amazingly powerful and dominant in the shoes.

"Yes. I'll take them," Danya said plainly. Alysin was surprised again; the woman didn't even ask how much they cost. "These shoes cost $895, ma'am," she offered. "Do you think I care how much they cost, you little bitch?!" Danya exploded. "I said I'll take them! Now just do your petty little job and put on my next pair!" Danya sat in the chair and extended her leg again, almost thrusting the stiletto heel right into Alysin's face. She noted with intense satisfaction (and an unexpected jolt of erotic delight) a tear fall from out of her eye.

The next pair of shoes were calf-high Prada snakeskin boots. Alysin had never seen anyone buy them--they required extremely toned calves for proper fit, and they cost over $2,000. As she removed the strappy pumps, she noticed with envy that the woman probably had exactly the right thighs for the boots. Muscular but feminine, they were perfectly smooth and curved.

As she slid the boots onto her client's leg, her fingernail accidently stroked the woman's thigh. Both women got a sexual charge from it, and as Sin raised the zipper on the boots, Danya hoped she'd do it again. She didn't, but she did on the other leg. By now Danya could feel her pussy moistening. Domination was such a thrill! She rose and walked again towards the mirror on the wall, admiring the sexy boots on her perfect legs. The snakeskin was elegant, sexual, and powerful, matching her current mood perfectly. She decided it was time to turn up the heat on her ex and returned to her seat.

"These boots are not clean enough," she barked. "I'm so sorry, ma'am!" exclaimed Alysin. "Let me get a buffing cloth and clean them!"

"No, bitch. YOU clean them," Danya ordered. She shivered inside seeing the confused look on Sin's face. "With your tongue, you stupid cunt!" she said as she thrust the boot right up to her mouth.

Alysin didn't know what to do. This seemed like more than what she'd be expected to do, but her boss did tell her to do anything to please customers. Plus, she was totally enraptured by this client. She didn't realize it consciously, but Danya was fully tapping into her submissive nature, releasing the sexual submissiveness Alysin had never admitted. As she extended her tongue to the tip of the boot, Alysin knew she would do ANYTHING this woman asked.

Danya grinned wickedly. Now that she had broken Sin's will, she knew she could get her to do ANYTHING...