Shoe Fetish - Jennifer’s Footnotes
Jennifer’s Footnotes
Hi there my name is Jennifer - I'm 32. I just love wearing high heels - they turn me on so much. I would like to share with you a short story about my childhood that I wrote a couple of years ago. I hope you like it. .
I can't remember when I first was attracted to heels. I suppose I must have been a little girl. Mom was always dressed up for work. I usually played on the floor..
We had a tiled kitchen floor and I guess it was the sound that first attracted me. In a short while, I had lost interest in my dolls and was staring through the doorway, listening to the tip-tap of my Mom's shoes as she walked back and forth in rhythmic movements. I moved closer..
As I watched, I developed a game where I tried to guess when she would appear through the doorway by listening to the clicking of her high-heels on the tiles. I had to get closer; I picked my doll and crawled into the kitchen. I pretended to play with my doll, but really my attention was focused on her high heels. I got a good view from down there..
Mom was exceptionally good looking. She always dressed well, in skirt suits with a pretty short sleeved jacket and blouse or beautiful dresses. She was always saying "Make the best of yourself. You can transform yourself with a nice dress, shoes, and a decent hair do. I watched transfixed, as her hair and dress flowed with her steps while her smooth white arms swung along with the tapping of her high heels. She wasn't just my Mom, she was a Goddess, she was everything that I desired to be. As she stood by the sink she rocked her foot back and forth on the heel before gracefully gliding across the room, her stilettos ringing out on the floor with each step. I was entranced....I wished I was her......
"Jen !", said Mom "Get back in the lounge I've nearly tripped over you three times- can't you see I'm working?" I obeyed I went back into the lounge When we sat down for dinner, I tried to get a glimpse of mom's high heels again when she brought the meal in but she had taken them off in favor of her slippers What a contrast! She was just an ordinary mom again, but still beautiful and special to me.
From then on, what had been a momentary fascination turned into a real interest for me. Sometimes after lights out, before going to bed, I would walk around on tip-toe pretending that I was in mom’s high heels. I would swivel and twirl, but without the shoes, my feet and legs soon got tired and it wasn't the same When I was picked up from school, I used to watch all the other moms and give them marks out of ten for how high their heels were and how good they were at wearing them: little girl's minds work in strange ways! Mom was the best, there was no doubt. Some of them were useless: tripping and teetering along with about as much grace as a lame giraffe
"Sarah", said a friend to my mom one day, " How do you manage to walk so smoothly in such high heels. They must be well over 3"; I could never balance properly in those and my feet would ache"
"Just practice, I suppose, Janet", confided mom, "There was a time when I wore nothing else for three years and your muscles adapt to them. After a time your heels feel such a part of you that you can wear them all day and hardly feel they're there I suppose I wear them out of habit now. They're as comfortable as flats; I've even got some pairs over 4" high"
Janet looked a little skeptical at this: I thought out of envy, but I knew mom was telling the truth. I made up my mind to be as skilful as mom one day I loved her and wanted to be just like her
When I turned eight, mom stopped wearing her high-heels Fashion changed a bit I suppose. She threw most of her old shoes out. I asked why but she just said, "time for a change". There were still one or two pairs of stilettos at the bottom of the cupboard. I used to try them on playing "Dressing up" but they weren't too much fun as my little feet only fitted into the front part and they felt just like flats. The heels scraped along behind me as I stumbled around It wasn't a bit like mum's graceful tip-tapping. If I lifted them off the ground, my feet would only slip out of them. Still, they were better than nothing, but how I yearned for a pair that fitted me properly
One day mom found me stumbling around the front drive.
"What are you doing trying to walk in those old things?", she demanded, "You're making a fool of yourself and you'll only break your ankle" With that, she took them off me and chucked them in the garbage Of course, I sneaked them out when I thought she wasn't looking, but mom was too wise for that
"Jen!", she shouted as she caught me with them, "Will you do as I say?" She lifted me up, brought me and the shoes indoors, and threw them into the garbage truck. Tears filled my eyes as I watched the leather disappear and I realized that they would be gone, long before my feet ever grew to fit them
"Mom!" I sobbed, "I was only dressing up!"
"First learn to grow up, Jennifer, then you can dress up", she retorted.
"Life's not fair", I thought, but there was no arguing and that was that.
The years passed I was eleven I wished my mom's old shoes were still around as I could probably get more of a feel for them, even though size 8's were too big for me. I used to beg mom to buy me a pair "just for the house" when we were in the shoe shop, but she always said "Don't be silly- you're not old enough", or, " I've hardly enough money to buy you shoes for school- your feet grow so quickly". How I longed so much for a pair that fitted me- just so I could try out the feeling of walking in them properly. The memories of my childhood were strong.
One day, when I was a bit older, I was at a used clothing sale with my sister and I found a pair of well worn fashion boots under a pile of clothes. They were very pointed toe black leather boots and they were kidskin lined and high heeled with a zipper on the side with a 3" stiletto heel - a bit like mom used to wear. I held my breath and looked underneath - size 71/2 – perfect.
" That's $5 for those old fashion boots sweetie", said the stallholder, noting my interest.
Only $5! My pocket money would stretch to that. I handed over the cash and she put them in a plastic bag for me. I was too embarrassed to try them on.
"Don't let mom see those", advised her sister "She'll chuck them out".
"You wont tell, will you ?", I asked.
"Of course not", she replied "But hide them in your bedroom or something; mom will only go on about wasting money if she sees them".
My sister was so helpful- some sisters could be very spiteful, but never her.
I couldn't wait to get back home and up to my room. Upstairs, I stripped off my trainers, socks, and jeans and stood there in my T-shirt holding the bag, my heart thumping. Gingerly, I took my treasure out and placed them on the floor. They were used and well worn but still in good shape, I could only hope they were worn by a beautiful woman, a real bargain. I just looked at them for 10 minutes on the floor side by side. Gosh they were high- but really graceful. My stomach was light I felt hot.
Suppose they didn't fit or I couldn't walk in them ? There was only one way to find out Heart still thumping, I raised my self high on tip-toe and slipped one bare foot into the soft leather lined boot. It snuggled in perfectly, as did the other, the heel rocked slightly from side to side as each foot settled in and I zipped the boot up which fit snuggly against my legs.
I stood there for a full minute, breathing deeply, my hips forward and body adjusting to the new posture. It felt so good- the frustrations of years were released I was surprised to notice that I was so excited to finally have a pair of heels that I was becoming wet down below. I took a couple of hesitant steps towards the mirror- the feeling was indescribable- so blissfully feminine I felt like a real woman. It was like growing up ten years in two minutes.
I examined my shoes in the mirror, rocking back on the heel like mom used to do. They were so high that I could barely walk. They would take some practice, but they were mine. My first pair of real heels.
For a while I would practice walking in my shoes in the bedroom and hide them at the back of a drawer afterwards as my sister had suggested. The bedroom wasn't brilliant because as soon as I got into my stride, I met up with the opposite wall I did however have my mirror and I stood in front of it taking a few small steps, trying out different positions for standing and generally admiring my new acquisitions. Oh how my feet and legs ached during those first few weeks and months. But it was worth it I was happy
Mom was out for the day and so was my sister. I was older now and it was time to venture father As soon as the door closed, I was brushing my hair, putting on some make up and digging out my most fashionable underwear. Then, it was time to strut back and forth in front of my mirror.
Later when she came home I heard, "Darling, you're dressed up like for a night out. You look six years older- go and wash that make up off at once"
"Anyway, I've bought you some new clothes and some make up for helping me so much. I know how you like dressing up. Darling, your older now and you do look beautiful " She gave me a hug
Typical of her! She would discourage me with one breath and encourage me with the next. It was as though she didn't want me to grow up but was gradually accepting the fact.
One time mom went away on holiday for a week with a boyfriend and my sister went to a friends. It really was open season then; I knew I could wear my high heels and boots all week. By now I had purchased several used pairs of fashion shoes and boots. I knew I would hardly take them off. I thought with no one home I might even surround myself with them and I could even wear in bed! I never even considered what that might lead to.
I didn't know what my months of practice, excitement, and until now I did not know exactly what those wet spots meant or would lead me to. My legs were strong and supple enough to allow me to walk around all day without too much discomfort- those shoes just became a part of me.
I was no longer anywhere near thirteen and things had changed but I was still very inexperienced. However I was still getting tingles and excited by my changing into my mom's fashion clothes as I slipped on my perfect high heeled shoes.
It was a warm summer evening and a gentle breeze crossed the room as I decided to take a short break after getting excited wearing my high heeled boots and looking at them in the mirror. I was reflecting on the whole night’s excitement. I was alone and earlier I decided I would sneak a couple of White Russian drinks to relax and relieve a little stress. Mom would not have liked that at all, but I knew I would feel looseness and tingle.
As I thought about wearing my high heels I had those couple of drinks then I walked into my closet to look at my secret high heel collection and found quickly that with a couple of drinks the look, smell, and feel of the leather was different and better than expected as I took a closer look.
I didn’t know it yet but for some reason this night was different from the others. This night seemed to hold a very strange and erotic thrill to it. Here I was thinking about it again. With a bit of fantasy I realized that I was thinking of the scenario in my closet and wearing those shoes in a little bit more erotic and exciting way.
I knew that tonight I wanted and needed more than just a look in the mirror but I didn't yet know what. So I took out 4 or 5 pairs of my most erotic and fashionable used high heels and boots.
As I walked around the mirror in my room with my high heel fantasy I realized my thoughts were expanding and growing. I always knew that I had more than a passing interest in heels. But even though my imagination was running wild, being totally inexperienced , I was not certain where this fantasy line would go to. My thoughts seemed a bit unusual perhaps even a bit kinky and very weird. I tried to understand what it was about these black leather high heeled boots I was walking in that was getting so erotic but I couldn't quite place it yet.
I had been reading in a newsgroup about men and some who had a fetish which it explained was something that can happen. The article explained what men did with the shoes and being a but high in my mind I began to think about shoes and feet as phallic extensions for a moment, this helped me to make sense of this erotic play that I now knew many men share. As I read more on fetishes it seems that most men view a woman's foot sliding into a high heel or a designer boot as a phallic representation of a man sliding into a woman sexually. I realized that perhaps the inside of the shoe for a man has a feminine view. But what was more interesting was that I began to view the outside of my high heeled shoes as shaped as a male phallic symbol. The phallic heel being the base flowing gently down the shoe to the toes and what looked like an extended penis. This was all beginning to make senses to me in some strange way. The men pout their penis into the shoe and screwed them. So for women the outside could be considered penis like.
From my point of view as a woman, especially one who as I began getting older realized that I was generally turned by other women, I began to realize that the outside of some of my designer shoes were very hot indeed. I knew I was also a woman who might some day act on the secret thought about an encounter with another woman. As I fantasized this I realized that I had a sexual transfer of energy and erotic sexuality to my mirror and my own shoes which was much easier. But the more I thought about it I realized that men would have missed a part of this fetish and that Shoes and Boots can take on a double and changing erotic perspective too. As I looked at one of my high quality leather 3 inch pumps from the outside I slipped my foot into and out of the shoe and realized it looked more like an erotic act of a male sliding in and out of a woman than I cared to admit.
Again, from a woman's perspective I knew I would need to let myself erotically flow and think about the shape and meaning. I began to see my shoe not as a woman's shoe but for the phallic symbol that it represents.
I looked again at the very fashionable boots which I had set on my bed. I always felt these were very exciting especially because I just knew that they were so erotic and the thought of a pair that is erotic like these in my current state might just change my view of things. As I pulled on the thin leather surrounded my feet as I watched my toes gently moving under the leather this made me damp and made me very excited,,, It wasn’t the first time I was damp. It was the first time I was thinking about things differently.
I had not yet come to grips with the issue of self stimulation. I didn't know what it was. I didn't yet know even where this night would lead, I was not experienced.
So I once again closed the door and locked it and decide to take a relaxing bath. To make things fun, I then decided to put on my sexiest lingerie. I didn't know why but I felt that I just had to wear my sexiest and thinnest nylon panties as well.
I was already just a bit high when I decided to have just one more drink as I looked for and organized 3 or 4 more pairs on my bed of what I always felt were my most erotic and sexiest shoes and boots. These were made of the softest and finest leather by great designers. I decided I would once again try them on and model them in my full length mirror to make certain that they were the right heels and boots for my lingerie. I always knew they were very hat and they are very soft and that if I wore them outside I knew that I could probably turn just about any straight man on. I also knew I had no experience and was not ready for that.
I always wondered why shoes fascinated me? I remembered my Mom but that didn’t explain today. I wanted to know what it was about shoes that was so interesting. At that point I then placed a couple more pairs neatly on my bed, checked the lock on my door, and lowered the lights, and put on my favorite erotic music and danced a bit in front of the mirror.
I knew that I must decide which is my sexiest pair and place them gently on my feet. The other pairs rested close by on the bed where I could see and touch them if I wanted to. With enticing music on, I decided to lay down on my bed and relax as I gently touched myself for the first time which got me into a more comfortable mood. I could see myself in the mirror. That was kind of cool.
I was alone as I gently glided my hands over what I began to realize were some very sensitive body parts. I was alone and at peace with myself and the world. As I relaxed I began to think about the day. I then slowly began to touch my nipples gently playing with them as I imagined strutting in front of the mirror and looking at my boots. This was my first experiment this way and I realized that something was happening that certainly had my attention.
As my anticipation was growing I felt my excitement begin to flow and I hesitated with a little discomfort because of the thought of becoming excited by playing with myself while and thinking about my own high heeled boots. Even though I was old enough for quite some time, I had delayed experimentation. It seemed so new to me to be thinking sexually.
At that point I took a good look at myself in the mirror and the boots on my feet and those around me. I noticed that the soft sensuous leather was perfectly caressing my ivory toes. I noticed my toes firm but deliberate movements beneath the soft leather. I could see each little movement of my toes inside the shoe, as I realized I was looking at my feet and shoes with excitement at each erotic curve. My booted feet just took on a whole new perspective when they are surrounded by an erotic and sensuous shoe.
I didn't know that my body was ready. I pictured my foot becoming a phallic symbol gently easing into and then penetrating an exotic phallic leather woman. I looked again at the movement of my foot in that erotic shoe, this time it did a reversal of image on me and I saw my foot as what appears to be a phallic male penis moving inside of an exotically designed leather condom. I couldn't seem to resist laughing at such a funny sight. But my erotic thoughts continued to flow because a phallic member is exactly what my body was ready for and desired even though I didn't quite know it yet.
My body was telling me that I was very horny and need to get excited. I didn't really understand that my sub conscience mind realized that I was now seeing that soft sensuous shoe as a firm and solid penis, oh so ready to take me to the next level of excitement. I had never seen a real one so the transfer was very easy to the boot.
I decided that I didn't want to resist the erotic fantasy and that I need to try to let myself go. Then I told myself, this is no big deal, I can do this, in fact I must admit it is very erotic even if it is hard to allow myself to do, I want, no I need to know what this is all about and let myself go to my urges.
It was so unusual. It really felt so great to just relax and think about this erotic perspective. I realized I hadn't done much yet but that I was beginning to get very excited at the thought of letting nature take control of my urges.
Then I got back to thinking about my foot entering the shoes, with my toes gently wiggling and gliding inside toward the tip. I watched my toes sliding on my feet inside the inner shoe and the sole of my foot gently caressing the inner walls of a well broken in erotic boot. My foot was really as if it were a man entering in a woman’s yanni opening. I held that thought and looked at my feet and slid my boot off looked into the inside of the boot at what clearly appeared to be a woman’s yanni opening. I then slid it back on as if my foot was a man entering a woman and slowly pulsing in and out, in and out with the gentle movement of my toes. I became so surprised that I could actually visualize such an erotic fantasy that I was becoming even more aroused by those very same erotic thoughts. I realized that this wasn't as far out as it sounded, there is an erotic fantasy to this after all.
On my feet I had placed a pair of my most exciting shoes. I selected a pair made out of the finest soft leather that I had. I once again realized that when I put them on they made my feet and legs look just like what a sensuous model would wear in a fashion magazine and they made me look and feel just as exciting. A beautiful pair of soft leather zippered black leather high heeled boots with fantastic trim, and soft smooth very pointed toes where the upper and lowers blended as high quality shoes do right into each other. There was no course hard sole. Just gentle thin creases in the leather caressing gently over my beautiful arched instep and feet.
I knew that I shouldn't but I couldn't resist fantasizing my body with those boots on in front of my mirror. I then laid on the bed with my fantastic body covered with tremendous lingerie My eyes, hair, and make up made me look absolutely radiant My nipples were firm and erect, I was definitely aroused.
I looked at my legs and then my feet and shoes and as I looked down as well to see the most fantastic pair of high heels I had seen in a long time. As I looked at my beautiful feet I became so surprised to find that I was seeing them from that different perspective and realized they were so much more exciting and erotic than I had ever imagined. I grew up convinced that high heels and my boots were the only object of focus for me. Today I was moving a bit slow and repetitively but I was about to discover a whole new thought.
I was still a bit awkward because these thoughts were all new for me and I was not yet certain I was comfortable and knew what to do with them but I knew I was willing to find out. So I let it all go.
They were very soft and very sensuous, " I needed to feel one of them off my feet", as I reached out to touch one on my feet I realized 'These shoes are so exciting, 'I love touching them, they are so erotic' . Then to tease myself for the first time I did something new taking the shoe gently off of my sensuous foot I let the aromas of the leather saturate the room.
As I slowly slid my shoe off I slid my hand into the inside of the shoe palm side up to take a closer look. The shoe held in place on my hand and it gave an erotic appearance as I zipped the boot up over my hand I could move my hand to control the soft leather as I then gently glided the soft shoe along my very sensitive skin. I found the smell and feel of the leather on my skin very interesting and it reminded me of something very erotic.
At first I didn't know what it smelled like, but my inexperienced body did. It was the smell of sex, oral sex and it was beginning to drive me wild. I slowly and erotically let the soft boot touch my skin as I gently massaged my nipples with the soft shoe placed over my hand. I was startled at my body’s response, it was scintillating and exciting as I took a closer look at my other foot with the shoe still on it.
I found that I couldn't resist the smell of the leather the more that I tried the more I realized that the smell fixed to the leather was fantastic. My sub-conscience must have known that it was the smells of passion. I then slowly and erotically took off my other boot and opened the zipper and laid it out on the bed with the innersole side facing me. I placed it somewhat near my face so that I could smell the exciting warm worn leather. I know I wasn’t moving very fast, but I just didn’t really know what I was doing.
I then felt an urge to put on another pair of very sexy high heeled leather boots By now I was getting very excited by the smell look and erotic feel of the sensuous shoes. I began to think about how I loved the view of those fantastic high heeled boots hugging my legs. The thoughts were so exciting that got aroused even more as the gentle smell of fine leather permeated the room. My hormones were now raging and flowing like never before.
It was my first encounter but it was so weird because I was actually getting very excited and turned.
I began to gently message my skin once again with the shoe still over my hand gently gliding the soft leather along the sensitive spots of my body. I then knew what I had to do next, I decided to let the shoe fantasy run wild
I took control of my hand with the sensuous soft leather high heel shoe over it. I felt the sparks really begin to fly as my hand gently touching the soft leather of the inside of the shoe, once again slowly rubbing the soft leather on the now more excited peaks of my breast. I began to gasp with exhilaration. With that I slowly kneaded my breasts with the soft toe leather of the shoe.
I then put the other high heel that was on the bed closer to my face, looking at the soft wear lines my foot had made in the leather. I pictured my toes pulsing on the inner leather. I could see the intercourse going. I enjoyed the aroma of the fabulous shoe.
With that I knew that I would enjoy what came next, the erotic pleasure the feelings. Just then, I stopped rubbing my breasts and slowly touched and glided the soft leather of the high heel along the soft skin of my stomach, just gently touching until I glided the shoe until it was just on top of my silk panties and just above my most sensitive area.
I played for just a moment with those soft hairs through my panties The soft high heel toe leather gliding over the smooth hair, and touching ever so softly my inner thighs.
I then slowly placed the tip of the shoe oh so softly gently touching my panties on top of my most sensitive area. The gentle touch the anticipation, and the erotic thoughts were more than I could bear. I had never had an orgasm, much less with anyone but then the thought about how wonderful this was feeling I decided it was only a fantasy and I decided not to stop as I removed my panties.
Oh my, I never knew this could feel and smell this good, as the creases of the leather of the toe of the high heel was gently massaging my sensitive area it was a bit rough and didn’t feel so good and I had some vaginal lube that I had bought and decided to place some on the tip to enable it to glide easily without irritating me. As I went back to slowly massaging my clit I could now feel each line as I gently controlled the pulses of the shoe over my vagina. Then like a male penis I slowly tried to rub harder against my vagina and it slowly started to penetrate my inner chamber with the tip. I was now getting so electrified that I could no longer control my desire. With the lube on the soft smooth tip of the fashion boot I had now pushed so hard in my masturbating that the pointed tip of the boot broke through and penetrated into my vagina by a few inches and it scared me.
With that I held off for a moment, but in a fog of excitement I said, let yourself go, your going to love it. Don't wait this was about to change your life forever.
I continued touching myself with the soft high heel slowly and steadily pumping and gently penetrating beyond my inflamed area. The lubricated tip now penetrating into my vagina as the soft lubricated surface of the boot with its creases excited my clitoris. My excitement was reaching a feverish pitch. With the other shoe near my face I could smell the smells of oral sex and leather, I knew that I was going to let it all go, and even more surprising was that I was loving it and wouldn't stop for anything.
With that I began to gyrate my hips as the sensuous leather pumped up and down and now into my most sensitive parts.
With excitement I turned and leaned into the shoe next to me which was open in such a way that by turning I buried my face into it. My head was starting to spin with excitement and pleasure as the sensuous pressures in me were about to release. With passion nature took charge and my tongue kissed the inner surface of the high heel. The more that I thought about it the greater my climax became and the deeper I kissed the inside of the shoe. It was clear with the soft lubricated boot tip penetrating deep into my vagina that I had just made love to the shoe in a way that few would ever know.
At that point after years of fascination with fashion shoes and boots I now knew why. I had just had sex with my first shoe.
The rest of the story would go on and you just knew you had to feel for yourself.
A final thought;
Best wishes to you and I hope that what I wrote can bring you some very exciting erotic fun and thoughts to you the next time you are sitting alone at home with nothing to do. Life is much to short not to allow yourself a few relaxing moments and the worst that can happen is that it won't work easily the first time that you try it. But, I think that it very easily could if you let it. By the way if the cost of owning erotic shoes is a problem for you there are lots of very erotic shoes for sale at resale shops and garage sales that I think could prove to be interesting Male, and especially female, will gain a lot by just placing enough KY gel on the tip and slide it right in and out and you’ll see what happens next. The suspense of what you might learn is so exciting I can't wait for you to experience this fetish.
Jennifer