The Chancery Lane "man"

First time I saw him…. he was following me in the street.

I notice him near Chancery Lane when we were crossing the street. Then I start been scared when it was really obvious he was following us when I push my friend to cross the same street 2 more times and he was crossing too.

When we reach the restaurant at Holborn he was still there, following us with the same « looser face ». He came in too and manage to sit at a certain distance from where we were but he was staring at me all the time.

Creepy guy. Shy, trying to hide so I don’t notice him.

Graving a pen in my purse I wrote on the napkin a few words and ask the waitress to bring him my note and our bill.

After all, if he don’t pay for our lunch I’m sure he will enjoy the scandal I’m able to make in the restaurant revealing his as a big pervert following us for hours.

Second time I saw him…. he was even more nervous and pathetic, waiting there in the middle of the street for already 1h30 while I was watching him waiting with his flowers from the window of the coffee shop across that street.

Speaking with a friend on the phone I was now the one « starring » but having fun of him. How long will he wait? After all, never in his life a girl like me « ask him on a date » so probably he will wait there for ever.

But well, I got tired so I cross the street to take the flowers, ask him for £20 for a cab and agree to be near him while I get my cab to go back home.

Third time…. he was there, sitting on a bench in Hyde Park waiting for me for at least 20 mins.

Once he saw me he became nervous again, he got up and came to meet me.

I went to that same bench to sit and make him sit on the floor. What a silly idea he had thinking he could sit with me.

So finally I asked him why he was following me the 1st time.

That little worm saw me siting with my friend on that coffee shop and « couldn’t let me go ». He wanted to speak to me. To ask my number. To seduce me. To marry me….. or at least he was dreaming of all that till we left and « he had no other options than follow me ».

When he received my little note treating him to make a scandal if he don’t pay for our lunch and then meet me 3 days later in Green Park he almost had a heart attack and he had no other choice than obey dreaming to please me and speak to me during that « date ».

But now, he was there, kneeling in the middle of Hide Park wearing his light grey suit looking down to the floor trying to please me again.

I told him how pathetic he was and he agree. So I put my heel on his thigh and press it wondering when he will beg me to stop, but he didn’t even if it was painful. He told me instead he will do all for me. He ask me to use him as I want.

He told me I could do whatever I want with him because I’m more than a Goddess and he is nothing. So I just press a bit more with my heel to see if he was been honest.

After making him bow and kiss my soles I just laugh at him while he was « sucking » my thin heel. He was a weak 45 old banker dreaming to be used. A married man to weak to live his submission fantasies until he saw my note with my bill in that restaurant.

Now, he will have to start finding excuses and hiding from his wife, family and coworkers. Ruining himself for my blue eyes and to be able to see me again to lick my heels again.

And after 2 months of using him…. I will send those heels he 1st lick to his home address and I vanish from his life.