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I am a grade 6 teacher at the local school. I have been told by most men and women that I am a very attractive woman. I stand 5'2" tall, I weigh 105 pounds, have a 36C-22-34 figure and my feet are size 6. I
have long brown hair. But as always, it is my feet and legs that always attract the attention. It is generally accepted that only men have fetishes for high heeled shoes.
My story as well as that of my friends should help to allay that myth. Today, as I walk to the Post Office  during my lunch break, men stare at my incredible outfit.
I am wearing a black blouse, a straight white backslit skirt, black seamed stockings, and a pair of high heeled spectator pumps. It is the height of my slender stiletto heels that causes people to stare at my feet.My high
heeled shoes are white kid leather pumps but the wingtip toes and slender stiletto heels are made of the finest black patent leather. The toes of my pumps are really pointed, my heels have steel tips and are incredibly thin.
My highly arched feet are a perfect size 6 and my heels measure exactly 5" from the silver steel tip to the top of each narrow heel. I feel a wonderful strain as my garters hold my black stockings snug over my ankles and as my
high heeled shoes hold my feet in steep vertical arches. Only I know that except for the garter belt, my cunt and ass are naked under my tight skirt. As it had for the past 10 years, just walking in my high heeled shoes
was causing me to feel intense pleasure.
Most women complain about discomfort when they feel that they have to wear high heeled shoes. My feet
are a little tender from my long walk but the tight pointed toes combined with my steep arches always causes me to feel sexual pleasure. My glistening patent stiletto heels click sharply on the sidewalk and only teeter
slightly because I want them to. I also know that my practiced walk attracts maximum attention to my high heeled shoes.
Although I'm only 23, and present fashion style dictates flat heeled shoes and sneakers, I have not worn a pair of flat shoes since a visit to my Aunt's house during the summer of my 13th birthday. Ten years ago,
Aunt Betty had met me at the airport. I wore a white taffeta dress, white ankle socks and black patent leather flats with instep straps. At 13 years old I felt extremely pretty. As always, wearing dressy shoes
made me feel very special.
Aunt Betty was waiting at the airport and was to me, a beauty to behold. She wore a simple red slim dress
and red patent leather high heeled shoes. Her high heels were totally plain and had really pointed toes. As Betty walked toward me, her skyscraper heels clicked sharply on the tile  floors of the terminal. Before today, I had only ever seen high heeled shoes in photographs and in the movies, but they had never before seemed so
beautiful. I was fascinated by her high heeled pumps and the way they seemed to hold Betty's insteps. I knew that I had to try them on, but since I was only 13 years of age, I was afraid to
ask Betty if I might be allowed to wear her high heels. The walk to her car was fascinating for me as she clicked along the sidewalks, her feet looking so beautiful perched atop their high heeled shoes.
As she drove us home and we talked, I studied the high slender heels and narrow pointed toes that pressed on the gas pedal. After we entered the house, Betty carelessly kicked off her high
heeled shoes and they clattered as they tumbled on the tile floor of her hallway. I thought that to be a terrible way to treat such beautiful shoes and I was afraid that I had probably seen the last
of the magnificent pumps; but my Aunt took slippers from the closet. The slippers were pink mules with fuzzy marabou toes like the ones my mother always wore, except these were not
flats. Like the red pumps, they had high slender heels which were covered with the finest pink satin. Although I was almost fully grown, and Aunt Betty was also 5' 2"
tall, my Aunt seemed to tower over me as her feet slipped into the slippers and up onto those fascinating high heels.
Throughout the evening, Betty never took off the beautiful high heeled slippers and I hoped that she would
not notice me staring at her marvelously high thin heels. At bed time, I listened as Betty clicked around her bedroom, and waited for her to go to sleep. When the house was dark and quiet, I quietly slipped
downstairs and found the discarded red patent leather high heeled pumps where Betty had left them. I picked them up and took them back to my room.Once back in my room, I turned on the light so I could
study the beautiful shoes. The red patent leather on the high slim heels shone in the dim light. The inside of these shoes was lined with fine kid leather and their delicate smell stirred strange feelings in me. I sat on the
edge of the bed holding the right high heeled shoe. The size
said 6, and I knew that was my size as well but the incredibly pointed toes made the delicate shoes look so
small. I pointed my bare toes and carefully slipped each of my feet into the high heeled pumps. They slipped easily onto my bare feet and they fit perfectly. The feeling was totally strange and yet it was totally exciting.
The pointed toes and tight backs gripped my feet in a way that made me feel beautiful and feminine.The room was carpeted so I knew that Betty would not hear the click of the steel tips of my heels. I decided that
it would be safe to walk around but as I stood up, the teetering high heels almost dumped me on me face. I wondered how Betty could possibly walk with such apparent ease perched so high on her tiptoes.
Standing precariously in the magnificent high heeled shoes, my gaze was caught by the full length mirror on the wall. My feet were held in a steep arch as beautifully as Betty's had been, and my little girl legs took on
the shape of a mature woman. I made up my mind that I too would learn to walk in stiletto heeled shoes.With less than feminine grace, I pranced around the room until my feet became quite tender. Still, I did
not want to remove the tight high heeled pumps. I decided to lay down so that I could still admire my feet in the lovely high heeled shoes. I thought that when I got sleepy I could quietly take them off and return these
fine red high heels to the hall.
Th e next morning as Betty gently shook me awake, the strange tightness on my feet gave me a start. I had
drifted off and slept the night wearing my aunt's high heeled pumps. As I dropped my eyes partly in shame I reached down to remove her shoes, Aunt Betty said "Don't take them off". The question in my face must have
been clear to Betty. The older woman said "High heeled shoes look very nice on you and my red ones fit you perfectly". I answered "Oh Aunt Betty, please don't be mad, but your shoes are so beautiful and I want to
wear high heels just like you do".Betty said "Are you just playing dress-up, or are you in love with the look of high heeled shoes and the way you feel when you are wearing them?" I said "When I put them on
last night and stood up, I felt so beautiful. My pussy got all wet while I looked at the high heels on my feet". Aunt Betty's eyes flared and she said "Then you are now a woman; a high heeled woman like me. Take
your heels off and go have a bath. We have some shopping to do".I did as I was told but when I took off my high heeled pumps and gave them to Betty, I felt strangely empty.
After my bath, I put on my red party dress and white bobby socks but when I reached for my dressy flats, I could not put them on; I carried them downstairs. Betty waited in the kitchen wearing a black suit and
black stiletto heeled pumps with large white bows on the pointed toes. Aunt Betty said "I hope you don't intend to wear my high heeled shoes over bobby socks". I replied "I thought you would be angry because I
tried on your shoes; I'm only 13". Betty said "First of all, you must learn to call them high heeled shoes or high heels;
they are not just shoes. And I'm not angry. A woman who loves the look and feel of high heels can discover them at any age." I answered "I love high heels and I just know that I won't be happy in flats ever again."
Betty handed me a pair of sheer panty hose and told me to put them on. I started to remove my socks when Betty asked me if I was wearing panties. When I said she was, Aunt Betty told me to take them off; she said
"High heeled women never wear panties" and then lifted her skirt to show a bare black bush surrounded by black garters and stocking tops. Her black silk skirt and white blouse were made even more beautiful by a
pair of black patent leather high heeled pumps with the white patent bows on the toes. I asked why I had to wear pantyhose, because the garters were so much prettier. Betty explained that I would need a little bit
longer dress than my red party dress which would show the garters and the tops of my stockings.After I had slid my feet and legs into the sheer hose, Betty set the lovely red high heels in front of me and told me to step into them.
I held the chair and stepped each of my feet into the pointed toed stiletto heeled pumps. Again I felt very
precarious atop my 5" stiletto heeled perch. Betty said "Soon you'll be able to step into those high heels without hanging on to anything. Now watch me walk; you must trust the heel of your shoe and enjoy your
arches." I must have walked around the kitchen loving the click of my high heels for a half hour and was really getting quite confident in heels when Betty said "If we're both going to spend this summer wearing high
heeled shoes, we have to go downtown and get some more."I was thrilled at the idea of walking downtown in my red high heels.
As Betty locked the door, I stepped off the porch onto the lawn and thought I had broken both the slender heels off my lovely pumps. Betty laughed and said "You have learned lesson one; a woman must always
remember to stay on hard surfaces when wearing her stiletto heels.
Then we go out to garden parties or the park, we will wear high heeled pumps that have 'baby doll' heels;
they're thicker and don't sink into the dirt. Now come here and clean the dirt from your heels". Betty showed me how to stand on one high heeled shoe while I held the other to wipe the thin spike with a soft cloth. I
wiped carefully until the red patent and the silver steel tip shone brightly.
The walk into the downtown area was many blocks, almost a mile in total. Women and men stared at us
with our mincing steps perched so high on our rapier heels. When we passed a couple I overheard the lady say to her husband "Haven't they heard that high spiky heels like those can ruin your feet; and especially a
young girl in high heels like those, shameful". I was pleased to hear her husband say "They look really good though and it wouldn't kill you to wear high heeled shoes once in a while". I was worried about what the
woman had said because my feet were becoming very sore. My arches ached and the pointed toes were pinching my cramped toes. Strangely though, I had no desire to take off my now very uncomfortable stiletto heeled pumps.
Betty entered a business called H.H. Trading Co. A handsome man greeted Betty like they were old friends
and asked "I have some new sto ck in from Spain that fits your style; do you want to see them?" Betty smiled as the man led us into the back room. I was shocked; the room was filled with magnificent high heeled shoes on display.
Betty said "We need a pair of slippers, a pair of gold pumps, a pair of black patent pumps, a pair of white patent pumps and a pair of silver D'Orsay pumps. They are all to have heels at least 5" high; we don't like
anything lower than that".
The man asked "Are you ready to buy some more of my 6" stiletto heels yet Betty?". Betty said "Why not; in black patent leather please".The man came back
with many boxes and knelt down in front of me. He opened first, the box of silver D'Orsays. After carefully removing my red high heeled pumps, the man softly massaged my stockinged feet. I did not
understand why but I protested "That's okay, my red high heels are really comfortable and my feet aren't sore". The man just smiled at me and then
gently but firmly pushed my toes into the ultra pointed toes. Because D'Orsays have no sides, the toes were very tight and he had to spread the tight backs of the shoes to grip the back of my foot. I stood after
dawning both of these delicious high heeled shoes and stepped in front of the mirror. The heels were unbelievably narrow and the ultra pointed toes were as sharp as a needle, much thinner heels and much more
pointed toes than my fabulous red pumps.
Aunt Betty said "They look marvelous; how do they feel?". I looked in the mirror and as my pussy juices
rushed into my pantyhose and my feet ached unmerciful from the pointed toes, and their high heeled perch, I said "Oh Aunt Betty they feel soooo good! They're such pretty high heels. You can see my high arches at the
side of my D'Orsays". I tried on all of the other pumps and then came to the slippers. As I stepped up in the open toed backless stilt heeled mules I found sweet relief. My toes were free and nothing gripped the back
of my foot but there was no relief for my arches. Despite the pain in my feet, I decided to put on my new black patent pumps which were a little higher with 5 1/2" stiletto heels.
Betty slipped into the black patent 6" stiletto heeled pumps and when she stood up I could see that she felt a spasm of pleasure in her hot wet cunt. I looked and felt the same rush of pleasure and then asked "Betty can
I please have a pair of 6" stilts? They're so high and so gorgeous". Betty said "You may wear mine at home
but I'll buy you your own at another time".Betty put on the red patent leather high heels that I had been wearing for the walk home. We also bought a number of slim dresses, tight skirts, silk blouses, bras and garters.
During the walk home Betty asked if my feet were becoming sore. I did not know why but I said no. All I understood was that in spite of the pain, the look of my glistening black patent high heeled pumps as well as
the fact that my heels were «" higher than Betty's, was causing me to feel a lot of pride and pleasure.At home Betty kicked off the red stilettoes and slipped into her pink high heeled slippers and said "Put on your
bathing suit and your slippers; we'll go for a swim".
In my room, I first set up all of my new high heeled shoes so I could look at them all in a row. I took off my
dress so I was standing naked in my pantyhose and black patent 5 «" heeled pumps. I slipped off my glistening black stiletto pumps and pantyhose and put on my white high heeled bedroom slippers. The heels
were starlets 5" high and were covered in silk. The mules had marabou over the slim silk toes and my toes showed through the opening. Being naked in the rapier heels caused my cunt juices to flow and my eyes fell
on the incredibly thin heels of my new gold pumps. I picked one up and began to lick the high heel. As I sucked on the thin stiletto, I picked up the other pump and carefully placed the sharp stiletto heel against the
lips of my vagina. The more I sucked on the gold patent leather, the more I pushed the narrow heel of the gold pump into my cunt until all 5" of the stiletto was buried in my pussy. In and out until the high heel was
soaked with my cuzz. The magnificent pleasure was making it very hard to balance in my new 5" heeled
mules. In the mirror I could see my arched insteps on the white satin spikes, in front I could see the new
stiletto heeled pumps, in my mouth I felt the cold of the gold spike, and in my cunt I felt the rush of my first orgasm.Not knowing whether I should feel bad (because I didn't), I slipped on my bathing and stood my
gold spiked pumps with the others;
I went into the backyard to join my aunt. Betty was lying on a towel in a pink bikini and her high heeled
slippers.Betty said "Now you can tell me the truth. Your toes and pads are burning and your
arches are aching, aren't they?". I protested and then admitted with some prodding that my feet were a little
sore. Betty said "Its normal for your feet to be sore; mine are a bit sore too. In a few days you will grow tougher pads and the pain in your arches will never come back when your feet are trained to be relaxed on
high heels. But tell me why you never asked me for permission to take off your high heeled shoes". I thought about my feelings and the way I look in stiletto heels and said "All I know is that I never want anyone to see
me without my stiletto heels on. I can't explain it but I seem to feel that I am incomplete without my high heeled shoes". I then admitted that I had been masturbating regularly for about six months and that I had just
done it again using the heel of my new gold pumps.
A complete surprise, Betty laughed and said "You are more of a high heels woman than I ever suspected. I
push a different heel into my cunt 3 or 4 times a day. Remember though never fuck yourself with your satin heels because the stains don't come out. You must wash the cum juices of your patent leather heels as well".I
said that I hadn't washed them and asked if it was too late. Betty said to go and get them while she picked out some other high heels of her own.As I walked across the patio, I listened to the click of the steel tips of
my stilt heeled slippers; I saw the reflection of my arches and stilettoes in the glass doors; I realized that I was in love with the look and the feel of high heeled shoes.
When I returned to the patio, Betty was standing by the pool in a black bathing suit and her brand new black patent leather pumps with the 6" heels. I could see that her arches were thrust up and forward almost past
vertical. As Betty walked toward me with tiny mincing steps, each sharp crack of the steel tipped heels caused my cunt to get wetter. Betty took my gold pumps and looked at the sticky stiletto. Betty said "Put
these high heels on now and go for a swim. I am going to introduce you to pleasures you can't imagine".I sat down and carefully removed my slippers. When I set them on the patio, one fell over and for reasons that
were becoming clear I stood it again on the rapier heel. I then dawned the magnificent gold pumps over my bare feet. I stood and said to my Aunt "I can't decide whether my high heeled pumps give me more pleasure
when I put them on my bare feet or when I wear them with my stockings. All I know is that high heeled shoes make me feel so good". Betty just laughed and told me to go down the steps of the pool.
As I stepped onto the first step, the warm water seeped into the toes of my beautiful gold pumps but the back of my feet was still dry because of
the height of the heels. I walked down the steps and paraded around in the shallow end in the soaked pumps. I said "I hope this won't ruin my high heeled shoes". Betty said to me "Those
red patent pumps you loved from the start, have been in the pool at least 100 times". I suddenly realized that the warm water had taken away all of the pain in my arches and my toes.
Betty said "Now get out of the water and learn more about our favorite subject." Betty showed me a pair of pink pumps with very strange heels. They were very thin at the tips but
instead of being thin half way up the heel, the heel started to get thicker right from the base. They were definitely not as pretty. Betty said "Put these on over your wet feet". I put them on and lovingly placed my
beautiful gold high heeled pumps on a table to dry. The toes of these pink high heels were very pointed but the vamp was too small and didn't cover my toes. I said "The heels are nice and high but I don't like the look
of the front or the shape of the high heels." Betty said "Those are spike heels not stilettoes; now go for a walk on the lawn".
As I walked it was very hard to keep my spike heels from sinking into the grass. I could see that despite my efforts, the heels were becoming v ery dirty. As I took a few more steps I felt the heel on my right pump bend under my arch and at the same time I heard a sharp crack. I said "I'm
sorry Betty; I think I broke the heel off your pump". Betty said "Now you've learned why you must never wear thin high heels except when you're going to
be on hard surfaces. Just throw those in the garbage; I don't really care for spike heels as much as these ultra thin stilettoes.
Now try on some of these others."Betty handed me a pair of really cute white
patent leather pumps with big rounded toes covered with a big black and white polka dot bow. The high heels were huge in height and thickness. I put them on
and stood up. I felt very unsteady like the first time I stood in Betty's red patent leather 5" heeled pumps. Then I realized that these heels were much higher than
the 5 " rapier like stilettoes on which I had teetered the many blocks from downtown. I asked "These heels are very beautiful but the extra half-inch on the heels makes me feel very unsteady".
Betty said "The so called male experts say that with our size 6 feet we should not wear higher
than a 4" heel but you and I know that 5" and 5 " heels hold our insteps in a
perfect vertical arch. Those are 6" heeled baby doll pumps and those won't sink into the grass. They will also help you to master heels that high so you can wear
these pointed toed opera pumps with the 6" stiletto heels. I'll bet you would like to try these on."Betty and I exchanged our magnificent pumps. I had to push hard to force my toes
into the ultra pointed toed shoes. When I stood up, the incredibly high heels pushed my arches up and steeply forward. It was very difficult to keep my knees straight and as I walked trying my best to keep the
long heels straight, only very small steps were possible.
I felt a little defeated for I knew that my passion for high heeled shoes would only be satisfied if I could walk
well in the 6" stiletto heeled opera pumps. My mood soared when Betty said "Girl you are truly a master of high heeled shoes. I have never seen a woman walk so easily in pumps with 6" high heels the very first time
she put them on. You may keep those for your own but you must promise that you will only wear heels
higher than 5 «" on very special occasions; they are not for everyone to see".Betty said "We have a party to
attend tonight at the club. I'll make you up so everyone will think you are older. Go have a bath and wash your hair."
I walked into the house after picking up my wet gold pumps and my high heeled slippers. In my room I took off my bathing suit and walked naked into the bathroom in the 6" heeled pumps. Even though it took
concentration to keep my knees and ankles straight and my toes were bent up incredibly by the towering heels, I felt intense pleasure from my newest high heeled shoes.After showering, I put a towel on my wet hair
and dawned a short white robe. I then put on my new black satin garter belt that Betty had bought and sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed on a pair of silky black stockings with narrow seams up the back. I
stepped into my high heeled slippers (remembering my Aunt's words that I would not need a hand hold, I smiled), and picked up my new 6" heeled shoes and shone them with tissue and patent leather spray. I then
cleaned all of my new pumps in the same fashion and carefully stood all of my lovely new high heeled shoes on my dresser so I could look at all the long narrow stiletto heels.
Betty applied make-up to my face and did my long hair in a full curly style. When I was finally allowed to look in the mirror I could only gasp at the mature and sexy young woman that stared back. Betty then
helped me into a white halter top that had built in C-cups which made my growing tits seem much larger. To complete the ensemble I put on a tight black skirt which came to just above the knee. When I started to put
on my new 6" heeled opera pumps when Betty said "I told you that those heels are too high unless the occasion is really special. Now put on your white 5" heeled pumps; I see you've shined them and they will
look fantastic with your black stockings".
I argued " Oh Betty I feel so good, can't please wear my highest heels?" Betty said "You will understand
soon enough, now put on your white patent opera pumps and wait downstairs while I get ready"I strolled around the pool enjoying the click of my high heels on the patio. Betty came out in a white leather strapless
sheath dress with black and white pumps. Betty looked fantastic. Her white patent leather pumps had ultra pointed toes with a black patent rose on the toe and black patent stiletto heels which like mine measured
exactly 5" in height.
During the drive to the club, Betty said "If anyone asks, you are 18 years old". I promised that I would not
let her down. I looked at my crossed legs and studied my high heeled pumps. The white patent leather gleamed in the evening light. The was not a single fault or crease in the flawless leather and the only seam in
the beautiful pumps was at the back and
it seeme d to highlight the seams in my black stockings. The toes of my pumps were incredibly pointed and I
could feel my toes crushed together inside; my arched feet only contacted the insole at the toes and at the top of the rapier like heels. I studied the long heel
with its silver metal tip. For unexplained reasons I slipped off my right pump and held the shoe so I could look closely at the back of the stiletto heel and said to
Betty who was watching me "Its strange how wearing high heeled shoes like mine can give me such pleasure when I can't even see my beautiful thin heels". I slipped my foot back into the highly arched pump.
As we clicked on the hardwood floors of the club, Betty explained that the party was only for the members and guests who were are single. Many young men and
women stood about and I noticed instantly that other than Betty not one other woman was wearing heels higher than possibly 2". They all looked terrible. Betty
was immediately met by a handsome man in his 40's and so I decided to circulate.
After a short time a very good looking young man came over to me and began
some small talk. Only a few minutes into the conversation, he asked "You are a very stylish woman; does your aunt make you wear those old fashion shoes with
those spiky heels?". I was furious but I kept my cool and calmly answered "Actually you must be totally out of touch because these aren't spikes, these are stiletto heels" and walked away leaving the young man
knowing that he'd blown it.
While I stood on the deck, another man approached and began the same inane small talk. When he felt he
was beginning to get somewhere with me he suggested that we go for a moonlight walk on the golf course. I said "Someplace else would be better; I don't want to ruin my high heeled shoes in the grass". When the man
suggested that I kick them off and give my feet a break, I answered "I wear high heels like these to give my feet a break; I couldn't possibly go with you unless I had on my 6" high baby doll heels" and with that I
walked away wondering if a man could understand a woman's love for high heels.
While I sat on the sofa near the dance floor watching Betty dance with her friend I felt like I was being
watched. I looked around the room and noticed a very handsome young man who seemed to be staring at my high heeled shoes. To see if he was actually interested I took a tissue from my purse and slowly wiped
imaginary dirt from each narrow heel. While I lovingly wiped each heel, his fascination with my high heeled shoes became even more intense. I got up and walked slowly toward him.I said "My name is Liz; what's
yours?" and thought how good looking he was and could it be possible that I'm causing that bulge in his pants.The young man answered "I'm Peter Sharp and you are very beautiful. It's so rare to meet a woman
these days who still prefers to wear that style of shoe."Expecting another disappointment, I said "You probably think that the heels of my shoes are far too high".
Peter answered "Anything but; your heels are incredibly high but the higher they are, the better they look. Do you wear heels like that often or only on special occasions?" I was thrilled. My sexuality was exploding and
now I had learned that at least some men were turned by looking at a woman in high heeled shoes. Knowing now that most women hated the discomfort of high heeled shoes, I could have a special place in the world
for men who loved them. I said, enjoying the irony, "I started wearing high heeled shoes when I was 13 years old. Since then, I don't think I've spent a minute in flat shoes. Almost all of my stiletto heels are exactly
5" high like these;" I lifted my leg to my thigh and cradled the long narrow heel in my fingers so that he could clearly see the slender heel, "I try to save my 6" heels for very special occasions".
Pete's eyes flared "You mean to say that these are the lowest heels you wear. Don't your feet get sore?"I
decided to play with him a bit, "Yes, all of my lowest heels are 5" high." I said. "I wanted to wear my black
patent 6" stiletto heels tonight but my Aunt Betty didn't want me to wear higher heels than hers. And of course my feet can sometimes get very sore. The other day when I was shopping downtown, I broke the
heel off my shoe so I had to take them off and walk to the store in bare feet. Until I got into my new black patent pumps with the 5 " heels, my feet were getting very sore".
Peter and I talked for hours about my taste in shoes but when I looked for Betty, The club steward said that she had left and had suggested that I get a ride from my new friend. Pete said he would be happy to drive
me home. Walking to the parking lot I teased, "I just love the sound of my high stiletto heels on the pavement, don't you?". Feeling very sexy, during the drive I rested the stiletto heel of my fine white pump
against Pete's leg. I could see his erection was becoming huge.When they reached the house, Pete kissed me passionately. I felt his hand slide down my back. I thought that he was going to feel my false tits but instead
his hand slid down my black stockings and he began to massage the heels of my shoes. The more he did this, the hotter we both got. My cunt was throbbing and s oaked. I pulled away and said that I was not going any further tonight but that I would like to see him again.
Pete asked me if his touching my high heels had turned
me off. I laughed and said "It turns me on so much that you better get out of here; we'll go for a walk tomorrow at noon. Meet me here"The house was dark when I went upstairs. Strange noises were coming from Betty's
room. The carpeted floors prevented Betty and her friend from hearing the sound of my high heeled shoes as I walked toward the partially open door. Betty was lying on her side wearing a black leather corset, sheer black
stockings, and black patent 6" stiletto heels but unlike mine the bottom half of Betty's heels were gold. Betty's legs were wide apart and her naked friend had 2 of his
fingers buried deep in Betty's cunt while he knelt in front of her face. The man's ample cock slid in and out of Betty's mouth while she eagerly slurped his 7" dick down her stretched mouth and throat. Betty pulled his
dick out of her drawling mouth and said in a filthy tone "Fuck my hot cunt the way I like it best" and stuck the full length of his throbbing cock down her throat. I was now so hot I had my skirt up and was rubbing my own
cunt. The man pulled off one of Betty's high heeled pumps and began to soak the long stiletto in his mouth; then holding the beautiful pump by it's pointed toe he
roughly rammed all 6" of the rapier heel into her cunt. Betty squealed and her cunt squished as the man kept pulling the wet heel out and pushing it back in. I knew when they both climaxed because Betty's mouth
overflowed with his white cum as her legs slammed shut jamming the long heel deep in her femininity.I too came with the lusty pair because somehow I had taken off one of the white patent high heeled pumps and
was standing with a stockinged foot on the hall stool pushing a now gooey heel deeply in and out of a spasmed cunt.I slipped the soaked pump back on to my foot and walked downstairs to wash my heels in the pool.
I began to feel sleepy as I swam around wearing only my black garter belt, black stockings and white patent leather high heeled pumps.When I awoke in the morning, I found the still damp gleaming white pumps
standing on the bedside table. I smiled at the long narrow heels shining in the morning light; how I loved them. After my shower, I grabbed a bottle of the hottest red nail polish I could find and painted all of my
toenails. I dressed in a pair of tight cutoff blue jeans and a blue halter top with the built-in cups so that my tits would look the best. My nails would be dry soon but I didn't really think that any of my pumps were exactly
right for a summer walk with Pete. After I had done my hair and make-up in a sexy style, I looked around the house for Betty but my aunt was not home.
I knew that none of my stiletto heeled pumps would be right for the walk in the park, but I hoped that I would find something nice in Betty's closet. As I entered Betty's bedroom, I became horny again. The bed
was not made and the black patent 6" heels with the half gold heels had been thrown on the floor. I slipped off my high heeled slippers and tried on the 6" high heels. It was a total shock because the pumps were far
too large and Betty's size was the same as mine. I stepped back up onto my 5" heeled marabou slippers and held the size 9 black patent pumps trying unsuccessfully to come with an explanation.In Betty's closet there
must have been 100 pairs of high heeled shoes all strewn in a pile on the floor.
I thought that if I was ever so fortunate as to own so many pairs of high heeled shoes, I would not discard
them so carelessly. As I dug through the magnificent collection, I found a pair of blue patent leather sandals with ultra thin rapier heels 51/2" high. The toes were totally open except for a narrow strap about a half inch
in width. The soles were as thin as the leather in her finest pumps and at the back there was a pair of narrow ankle straps. I kicked off my high heeled slippers and and by holding the sandals by the stiletto heel I
worked my toes under the tight straps. After wrapping the tiny straps around, I fastened the tiny silver buckles on the outer part of my ankles and stood to admire the delicate high heels.
Until now, I had only worn high heeled pumps and despite my expertise, the sandals were a little more difficult to walk in. I walked in front of Betty's shoe mirror (a carefully placed floor design specifically to look at
one's own high heeled shoes from all angles). My feet, I decided looked perfect for the outfit. I teetered on the stilt heels downstairs to wait for Pete.
At noon sharp, Peter walked to the door. I opened the door and greeted him with a brief but more than friendly kiss. I stepped back and asked if I looked alright for our walk. Pete's eyes focused on my high
heeled sandals that cradled my arched insteps and he said "You look fantastic; but you wore spike heels again and I was hoping that we could walk down to Central Park". I answered after cradling the narrow heel
of my shoe in my right hand "Shame on you Peter; I thought a man who likes my high heeled shoes would know the difference between spikes and stilettoes. Spike heels are much thicker than these 51/2" stilettoes.
As well, did you think that I would wear low heels or flats to go walking; I told you that you would never see me in flat shoes."Peter answered "If your feet can stand it, I don't ever want to see you in anything but your
high heels".
After walking for about two hours, my feet were very sore; though Peter believed from my statements that
my feet and arches felt marvelous from their perch on the lovely narrow heeled sandals. I spotted a wading pool abandoned by the children. In order to convince Pete of the need to wet my feet and my high heels, I
started across a large grassy section of the Park. After only a few yards the slender stilettoes of my sandals were very dirty and I said " Oh look at my precious high heels; I mustn't leave this dirt on them" and then
proceeded to step into the wading pool and walk about. I could clearly that this sexy action was having the desired result. Not only were my heels now clean but my burning pads and arches were now like new.
I could also see that my wet stilettoes were giving Peter a very uncomfortable hard cock. I made up my mind that it was time to do something about that. I decided to take Pete back to the house.When we
reached the house Betty had still not returned. I sat down in the living room and ordered Pete to remove my sandals. Pete protested but I explained that these heels were far too low to wear around the house. Peter
carefully unfastened the narrow straps that held the delicate high heels on my feet. He then slipped each sandal off by first taking each slim stiletto heel in his mouth and pulling it off.
This caused my cunt to rush with jism. Pete said "It must be wonderful to be able to wear such magnificent high heeled shoes all the time" and I was struck with a fabulous idea.I slipped into my high heeled marabou
slippers and ran on clicking steel heels to my room. I stripped off all of my clothes and put on a very short black satin robe. I kicked off my delicate slippers and as they tumbled to my bedside, I set my 6" stiletto
heeled black patent leather opera pumps on the floor and stepped up into each one. The narrow pointed toes and the steep arches from the incredibly high heels on my bare feet made my cunt drip.
I clicked into Betty's room to find the large sized 6" heeled pumps that had the gold tipped heels. I picked them up and hid them behind my back and teetered into the living room. Pete just stared in disbelief at my
high heeled pumps as I stood before him and ordered him to take his clothing off. When Peter was totally naked, I fascinated at his huge cock and ordered him to sit and close his eyes. I slid his feet into the tight
lady's high heels. The size was perfect for his feet. Pete opened his eyes and stared. I told him to try to walk in the 6" high heels but it was all he could do to stand. After a little training, Pete could almost walk in the
lovely pumps.
The feelings in his arched feet as well as watching me walk with such feminine ease in the towering high heels
was causing him unbearable excitement.I laid down on my back and told Pete to take off his right high heeled pump, and to slide the long heel into my cunt and to fuck me with the full length of it. As he inserted
the long narrow heel into my hot hole he became afraid of hurting me but I writhed with pleasure and said "Fuck me deep; push it in and out; my cunt is hot for your heel". The sloshing of my wet pussy as he pushed
and pulled and watched as his gold and black patent 6" heel became soaked with my juice was making his cock throb. I could see his dick and decided to suck it. It filled my mouth and as I sucked I reached down
and slipped off my right high heeled pump. As I cradled his balls in the vamp of my glistening patent leather pump, he came in my mouth. This caused me to climax and as the spasms started I helped Pete push the 6"
stiletto heel i nto my slit until it was buried.
As I returned to the school from the post office, it began to rain heavily.
Despite the fact that the field was very muddy, I decided to cross the football field to avoid getting any wetter than necessary. I suppose I could have removed my high heels in order to run faster but no one has ever seen
me without my heels on and today was not going to be different. My black and white 5" high heeled spectator pumps and my black seamed stockings were getting filthy. Fortunately, my late Aunt Betty's black patent leather
pumps with the 5 " stiletto heels and the white patent bows on the needle pointed toes were hidden in my desk.
When Betty had died, I inherited all of her 5", 5 ", and 6" high heeled shoes.
My collection now totaled well over 400 pairs of the sexiest stiletto heeled pumps, sandals and boots. Despite the fact that high heels were not in fashion, I own not one pair of flats.I had taken the 5 " stiletto heeled pumps
to school and put them in my desk for a date with Mr. Say, the P.E. teacher. I had mistakenly assumed him for a high heeled shoe fetishist but unfortunately, I discovered he had only been after my tits. During a hot
session, I laid on my bed naked except for my high heeled shoes. When he had tried to take off my high heels, I became frigid and that had ended any hope of romance .... |
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st to get an eyeful. Luckily I came across her quite by
accident later that afternoon and got yet another eyeful! I hate shopping at the local supermarket but it does have its advantages ;-) Whilst standing at the checkout a while back I looked
over at the other queue and nearly fainted. There, amongst the stressed out housewives and screaming kids, was a smashing looking
get down on those little beauties! 
member. 
That's it. I have enough of this!", I said and jumped on my feet.
"Get down on your knees and apologize!" Julie yelled and pointed down. "What do you want me to apologize for?" I asked. 
ce. While she was asleep I picked up her Charles Jourdan very sexy
stylish sandals put them inside a Jumper lying on the seat between us and promptly walked down the isle to the toilet. 
From Michaela, Vienna some shop adresses:
hoes. I was very shock at first to know so many poeple have the same liking. Thank you Tom, please keep it up.