He would find it mortifying to have this shoe fetish revealed to others.) Require him, as often as possible, to display himself to others while wearin...g the platform sandals, to have him describe to them what he is wearing, and to answer their questions about why he is wearing them and whether he likes wearing them. lol. You could pretend that you intend to apply nail polish to him, and require him to endure serious pain to avoid it.he is completely heterosexual, and can be easily humiliated if. All I had to do to have her was to let her take me.Breathe. Just breathe."My room. Could...could you take me to my room now? I'd like to bealone."From what felt like a thousand miles away I heard her rise to her feet.**********I stood before a full length mirror. My robe fallen to the floor, thelights of the tiny bedroom touching my skin.Nude. Not naked, but nude. Like a painting, like a piece of art. I gazedat my new self, this new body, these limbs and eyes and face and curves.I was. "Friend?" I asked."Hm, friend, no more than that. Not like you." This hung in the car, in the space between us. I let it soak into my skin; let it settle on my psyche, light like a kiss, flirtatious like a butterfly. She asked if she could play a CD, reached into her sling bag and put Nelly Furtado on. "I'm like a bird", Nelly sang, and I smiled. I, too, felt like a bird, free, light, free, light, over and over again."Are you hungry?" I asked, not sure how get from this, from the car, to the. The cake was for Sandy's twenty-first birthday. I was happy to celebrate, but, of course, my real purpose was to have time with Doreen and the baby inside. She dragged me to the bedroom while Rachel and Doug fixed dinner. Sandy was being pampered with little treats and champagne as she sat at the table with Dawn and George. We had all come in house gis."I look like a beached whale!" Doreen complained. "Half the time I sleep in the guest room so I won't shove anyone out of bed." Oh! Dor, don't.