28th May, 2008

The Tale of the Shoe

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When last we checked in on our heroine, we discovered her unreasonable fear of the high-heeled shoe.  “What’s the point?” we heard aag wonder.  “Why ever would anyone want to jam their toes into such unusual positions?”

After exposing her phobia to the world, our heroine was privy to some interesting feedback.  As she found out, some men are enchanted by the look of the female foot bound up in a sexy shoe.  Some men, in fact, who upon occasion find themselves in our heroine’s bed.

Never one to disappoint her lovers, aag began taking the most cautious of glimpses into online sites that specialize in sexy shoes.  Very sexy shoes.  These were not the sorts of shoes one might wear to church, aag found.  They were racy. Raunchy.  Amazing.  And more than a little terrifying.

But as aag peeked through her fingers at the displays of black, brown and shiny red, something deep inside her began to stir.  Was it an ancient inborn desire for beautiful footwear?  A gene that only now could find expression?  Her breath came faster.  Her toes tingled.  So did her lady-bits.

So aag ordered a pair.  When they arrived in the mail, she reverentially opened them.  The box emitted a heavenly glow.  Aag carefully pulled the shoes from their papery nest, placed them gently on the kitchen counter, and then tried to ignore them until it was time to get ready for her date.

Body washed, legs shaved and sexy chemise settled, aag donned the shoes.  She stood up to make her way to the door so as to greet her beau.  But there was a problem.  Our heroine could not walk in them.

Like, at all.

She specializes in quick thinking under duress.  She called her pal, clutching to the wall for support.  In a voice almost untouched by pain, she requested that he let himself in, lock the door, then find her in bed.  He agreed.  Now aag was left with only one challenge:  to make it to bed before he arrived.

Aag is blessed with highly functional feet.  Sturdy and broad, with long grippity toes, they are perfect for walking around, picking things up off the floor, or kicking hard through the water.  They are not, however, formed well for perilous high heels.

Comedy ensued as she made it to the bed, footsore and short of breath.  She managed to compose herself just as the door opened. Her friend was blown away.

And then, over the next twenty or so hours, our heroine learned an important lesson.  Wearing heels in bed is fucken hot.  She realized that heels are handles.  Handles!  It’s brilliant, she thought, her legs held aloft by means of the pointy grips tied to her feet.  They are also a lovely way of getting that tied-up feeling while still being able to move. And they bend the foot into a constant orgasm-point.

During one rough round, the heels came dislodged.  Aag nearly wept as a climax approached along with the realizations that she was shoeless.  “Stop,” she wanted to moan.  “Stop and let me have my shoes.  I need them so I can come.”  She didn’t, but the urge was there.

At some point the lovers dragged themselves out of bed for a quick dinner; meal over, aag demanded that her lover lace her into the shoes as soon as they arrived again at home base.  He cheerfully complied, then licked the heel resting near his shoulder as he drove slow hard strokes into her.

Late the next day, sore of cunt and bruised of breast, aag mourned her homeward-bound lover while shopping for shoes.  She considered these, and these, and these, and these, but the quiet voice of fiscal responsibility pointed out that paying her property taxes was a wiser long-term choice, even though the shoes made her weak with something not entirely dissimilar to LUST.

In short, she was hooked.

This then concludes our tale of how one girl went from fearing the heel to fetishizing the heel in one simple step.

The next step?  Learn to walk in them.

Responses

hehehehe
Gotta Love new Shoes, dont ya?

Yes, women’s shoes can be wonderful sparks for the imagination. Especially when spicy shoes are worn with conservative clothes. Glimpses of the inner woman?

See? You just needed to stop and consider. Now when you’re ready to go back to the art show, you make sure you wear some of those heels, and that dress, oh yes. Hold tight for balance (you big faker, you don’t need to hold all that tight). Maybe the guard shows up, just make sure it’d be worth it…

You know, I think this is now my favorite thing that you have ever written. Don’t ask me why, but I just had a big grin on my face the whole time I was reading it. Well done, and your friend is a lucky man, indeed.

i agree with rupert, as i too had a big smile on my face as i read this.
having your ankle licked while you’re sporting a fancy pair of shoes does wonders for the complexion.

Sorry, but I don’t get it. I am quite attracted to a pretty foot. One well cared for and not battered, bruised, callused, or miss shaped by high heels. I’ve never seen a pair of natural feet shaped like most womens shoes. I say natural feet because I recall a tv news report on the appeal of a designers shoes. I think it may have been the designers shoe liked by one of the sex and the city gals in a episode. Anyway the tv reporter interviewed a successful career woman who was having here feet surgically altered to fit a pair of designer shoes.

“Stop and let me have my shoes. I need them so I can come.”

That’s the funniest thing I’ve read all day!

Aag,

Methinks perhaps you should work your way up to the 6″ fuck-me pumps, no?

Oh, darling.

First of all, welcome to the club.

Second of all, I agree. High-heeled shoes are not to be taken lightly. The easiest way to practice is to try to walk around on almost tip-toe. Instead of pointing your foot entirely and walking on the very very tips of your toes, tense your toes, and put all your weight on the front of your foot- from the balls of your feet to your toes.

You’ll catch on, I have faith in you.

And I totally agree with Rupert. One of my favoritest things you’ve ever written.

Good luck, sweets.

post script - your ankles would do fine by me as handles and I would greatly prefer to lick your heels than the heels of any damn shoe. Would you like to fuck a man who wears his shoes to your bed?

i laughed

wonderful story

really - i am simply delighted

There is a reason that shoes of this genus are known as FMP*: they are not designed for walking. Please note that the proper position of the heels is not in contact with the kitchen floor, but pointed up, towards the ceiling (hopefully, not after you have fallen and can’t get up).

I agree with Rina, this line is a classic:
Stop and let me have my shoes. I need them so I can come.

*FuckMePumps

“fetishizing the heel” - What a phrase.

Well done aag for looking your fear in the eye and getting down and dirty to overcome it.

Be careful what you move up to…that first pair of the four looked deliciously extreme.

AAG,

This was a fantastic piece of writing. I laughed, I smiled. I giggled. And I smirked.

I love your writing and just the way you present your digital-self. You make for a fun read!

Those…are some sexy fuckin shoes.

My wife always called them CFMs (Come Fuck-Me) shoes. I did a spit-take when my girlfriend called them Hallelujah shoes - as in “heels to Jesus”.

Think about it.

Love the lilacs! Love the post! Off to buy shoes.

Pleaser shoes do some pretty ones. You can buy them at pin up girl clothing too.

Glad you overcame your fear, and in such a fun way ;)

Kochanie hit the nail on the head …. the shoes aren’t meant for walking. In the BDSM realm, heels that ridiculously high are worn by submissives, FORCING them to crawl. Congratulations on conquering your fear. Every girl deserves a delicious pair (or several) of fuck-me pumps in her closet.

platforms, lady, platforms! they’re MUCH easier to walk in but can get heavy so you really have to try them on. difficult if you’re ordering online.

zappos for fetish wear? hmmmm….

Beautiful shoes

I’m so glad you came round to the idea

Gorgeously hot shoes. I cannot wear high heels cause they make me look like a transvestite. Heavy tall girls don’t look good in those. But they are very hot…

Guess I look like a transvestite then. Oh well! :)

Although I am not that worried about heels in bed. They can be hot, but hurt like hell when she uses your calves as stirrups (why do some women do that?).
But concrats on find something new and hot to rock your .
It’s fantastic when that happens, you wonder why you never thought of it before and just wanna do it again and again.

That should be ‘rock your world’.

Boy, when you change your mind about something, you do it in a big way. I’ll bet you never even considered easing into this with a pair of $20 practice pumps from Payless…..straight to the FMP’s. Your new shoes are totally hot, but my feet are cramping just looking at them. They say you have to walk before you can run, but there’s no rule that says you have to walk before you can fuck, is there? :-)

Are you speaking of moderation?

I am unclear on that concept…

:)

I notice your taste in shoes leans towards the bondage side fairly heavilly. The kinky side of me likes those choices a lot. The crossdresser side of me would steer you towards some cute peep-toe pumps with modest kitten heels. (yeah I know, the crossdresser side of me is the NON-kinky side…go figure. Istarted out as a confused young man, and well, Im not getting any less complicated with age.)

-The Geek

HEY! what’s wrong with looking like a transvestite?? ~grin~

Couldn’t agree with you more, Barbara.

:)

I saw this and *immediately* thought of this post. I just had to share:

http://pixdaus.com/pics/1212067627Qpu8rSU.jpg

Jesus, girl! You’re not an all-or-nothing sort of person there, are you? ;-)

To learn how to walk, I’d get a pair of stacked heels around 3 inches high, with a pretty little ankle strap. Once you’ve mastered walking in strappy, stacked heels, then move on to your vixenish stilettos. :-)

I’m a big fan of all things Kenneth Cole and both his Unlisted and Tribeca lines are affordable (particularly Unlisted), good quality, sassy shoes. My lover, Ken, is also great about providing a nice, wide bed for your toes to relax in. You can find some that are pretty hot, but perhaps slightly more versatile than what you’ve been salivating over. ;-)

Once you’ve figured out your size in a brand, eBay can be a great place to find deals on shoes. You can sort by size, color, heel height, brand, etc. and I’d say half of the shoes up for bid there are new.

Yay for shoes!

Mwhahahaha! Welcome to delicious madness that is being a shoe slut. Another convert -I’ll have to send you links of my personal faves!

Yes please!

Handles!
Now I get it too!
I love the idea of handles…

The idea of you practicing moderation never crossed my mind. Perish the thought! My whole walk/run/fuck comment was actually meant to be more literal than figurative–wearing those hotter-than-hot shoes for sex doesn’t mean you really have to walk in them.

For more ideas on walking in heels…..

I highly suggest getting a pair of heels which are cute, and not too terribly high, with nice thick heels. (Thick heels are much easier to learn with than stilettos.)

Wear them. Wear them for an hour around the house, or out to a club, or for a date. Anything you like, but wear them.

I’m sure this is going to sound silly, but try adding alcohol. The fear of falling on your ass decreases, and your subconscious takes over. One of the most difficult things people seem to face when wearing new heels is getting nervous and over-thinking it. The key is to let the balance just happen.

As you might expect, wearing heels builds up your calves. However, the significant muscle group which lets you walk comfortably and firmly are the muscles around the ankles. This simply takes time and practice to develop.

*smiles*

~ M S

I loved this! I can identify with this on so many different levels. I have a love hate relationship with heels. I walk like a gorilla in them. I feel self-conscious in them (I’m already 5′10″). But being bent over a sofa with nothing on but a pair of high heels is a lovely, lovely thing.

For actual walking, I would consider wedge heels, too.

Oh, no. No one has said this yet, so I’ll put in my 2 cents. There are shoes and then there are *le sigh* shoes. Designer shoes are more expensive but that’s because they don’t massacre your feet. There are some pretty hot shoes that you can get for cheap, but you will pay for it for days. I have shoes from payless to mid-level designer, and I can walk for hours in 4 inch high designers, while wearing the cheapies for 20 minutes will kill me.

Just one shoe fiend’s opinion.

oh my.. these are some amazing shoes. sure they look wicked but as you know, you definitely do not need to be standing for you to look hot in them ;) love the ones that you bought. they made me green with envy.
now you know why killer heels are near the top of my list of most favourite things in life :D

Huh.
Handles.

In all this time, I’ve never thought of that. Now you’ve given me some cunning and devious ideas.

I’m thinking I’m liking it here. Mind if I grab a seat?

Oh god those are GORGEOUS shoes. I wish I could wear them. (sorry I know I’m a month damn late here).

I tried heels again for the first time in years not all that long ago. They were kitten heels. 1″!!! It took me two days at work on holding onto both walls down hallways to get used to it, and even then at the wedding I feared I would topple (not my wedding, gads).

But I have terrible feet, and no money to buy the good designer shoes with. I hope none of my lovers have a shoe fetish. =/

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