Fiendish Shoe Fetish
I have a friend that is in lust with my feet. I never knew he had such a foot fetish until I had him over to watch a movie and I, as I always do when I arrive home, escaped from the confides of my ballet flats.
He’s also loves my shoes, especially heels. The deep resonate click-clacking sound of them as the weight of their authority announce their presence makes his spine tingle. And so for him, I agreed to share my first well- heeled experience. (Bad pun, I know but the girl can’t help it):
What is it about stilettos?
They are sauntering seductive exclamations perfectly punctuating the female form. Much like the classic little black dress but edgier in their distinct sophistication. They enhance and emphasis a woman’s soft curves, from the heel and arch of her foot to the gentle swell of her derrière all the up way to her softly bouncing décolletage.
The alchemy of the angles creates a transformation in posture as if gliding upon a private pedestal. It gives even the clumsiest of us an ease and grace like a silent dance partner guiding our gait.
I remember my first pair of heels, real heels mind you, not the slight platform of Mary Janes our school uniform dress code just barely allowed (and subsequently raised the eyebrow of St. Ann) but the full on 6 1/2 inches of a gunmetal silver soled femme fatale fashion statement in silky smooth leather and steeled toes.
I saw them glinting and winking at me from their display case at an overpriced boutique and knew they were mine. With a wallet full of 6 months of my saved up allowance, I hastily bought them with a rather alarming impatient greed never before experienced.
I slipped them on, and as I slowly eased myself upright and took my first tentative steps, like a young bird testing its wings, I instantly felt an electric surge of power. It was like I was for the first time dancing in step with the universe. It felt so natural and easy, way more so than even learning to ride a bike- both foreign and oddly familiar all at the same time.
I wore them to a dance with a dress I was still too young to fill out in the smallest size I could find to fit my petite frame. It didn’t matter what else I wore though. The Cinderella effect of those shoes made the boys take notice and simultaneously garnered envious, disapproving glances from my female classmates. A few extra inches of altitude works magic for your attitude. I went from wallflower to wild woman as soon as I slipped those red hot heels on.
From then on there were whispers that I was a good girl gone bad. As if some salacious energy was summoned forth from deep within. Of course the shoes were merely that catalyst that unleashed the genie from the bottle but ultimately the dirty dark streak was there in me all along.
Despite the fact I maintain a demure demeanor on the exterior to save my fragile reputation, an inner awakening of unbridled urges had unfurled then and henceforth I was known to have a smirk of smut on my face and sparkle of wicked amusement in my eye.
I can see how one might think this whole tawdry rite of passage turned me into a bit of a slut, a tawdry dame of loose morals. As cliché as it may seem, there is in fact a grain of truth to what they say about ex-catholic schoolgirls. Now would I say I am a 100% naughty bad girl? Not quite…
But if the shoe fits…
So do you have any favorite pairs you like to see your hottie in or wear yourself?
Do you prefer pampering bare naked footsies or rather have your ten little piggies pampered.
…Prefer legs, hosiery or a different body/wardrobe worship completely?
Butterfly Kisses, and Sweet Summer Wishes,
I don’t have a foot fetish but I’m all too aware of the power a woman wearing a sexy pair of stilettos has over me, Miss Fiona! *squirm*
That’s a wonderful summary you wrote of what a great pair of heels can do but I think there was one aspect you missed. The view from the rear when you walk in them! That roll and sway of the hips you get when you wear those 6 1/2 inch heels, would be quite mesmerising! *adjusts erection*
And I’m glad that wearing them awoke your innate feminine powers within you!
*makes a special note that you liked to challenge your school uniform dress code*
Thank you! And yes the hindsight is always extra eye candy 😉
I’d love to see you demonstrate that Miss Fiona! *squirm*
I have many pairs to play with 🙂
All the better to display your talents in them, Miss Fiona! *squirm*
You are on to my devious plot…:)
I am, Miss Fiona? *squirm*
I do seem to be good at discovering the secret plans of sexy, cockteasing women. But then they use their special powers to keep me so horny, squirmy and distracted, I can’t tell anyone else about them!
Exactly -we can be insidiously calculating that way. *evil chuckles*
And I haven’t got a hope at defending myself against such feminine superiority, Miss Fiona! *squirm*
Great blog Ms. Fiona! I loveloveLOVE a foot fetish and I know the guys will be drooling all over these descriptions. 😉
Thanks Mistress Rita! I also gotta give your wonderful blog a shout-out. Love it!! Great Mistress minds think alike!
Hi Fiona,
I do love shoes – I wouldn’t say it is as much of a fetish for me as it is for some, but at times it can be. For me, the right shoe depends upon the woman wearing it and the attitude she is portraying. Frequently I go to places like heels.com and look through the shoes, trying to figure out which Mistress they would work best with.
For heels, I tend to prefer open toe because, well, in some respects seeing toes is like seeing cleavage – it’s such a tease to what is hidden.
Shoes to me are also often a symbol of her power. Me on the floor with her heel or shoe on my back is a beautiful symbolic expression of the D/s dynamic. The conquered and the conqueror. Bare feet are different, those are more sensual for me, but heels or boots are perfect for that.
Me kneeling and licking the heels or boots is symbolic of acceptance of my conquered state, and a constant tease because they come between me and the very sensual feet.
Heels are such a seductive tool.
I totally agree. Every step one takes in heels is like a little battle cry/warrior princess roar and denotes power and yet sophistication. Very well said Alice 🙂
First of all, to see your legs in such heels, wielding such power, I would be humbled permanently.
Second, the thought of pampering your feet… OMG
And finally the combination of your heels, with your toes protruding, and hosiery…
God help us all
Heels hold such power!