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This incident happened when I was 9 years old. It’s an absolutely true story and the main reason why I developed my addiction to women’s shoes and trampling.
My aunt and I went to a country house to visit her two friends, Jessica and Margot. All were attractive women in their 30’s who were dressed up quite nicely for each other (including high heeled shoes).
Several hours went into preparing for dinner, drinking wine and a couple of cigarette breaks by the women outside. By 10 pm the meal was complete and the table was covered with a tablecloth and various dishes. While we were having dinner and while the food was delicious, I had to listen to their boring stories, mostly about men.
During the conversation, Margot said: “Oh, I hit something with my foot” and lifted the tablecloth to look at it. Everybody, including me, looked under the table. “Oh my God, it’s a head!” said Margot.
“Don’t be scared”, Jessica said, “it’s from a mannequin. The previous owner of this place was a professor who taught at the regional medical school so it has been in this house for a long time. I just haven’t gotten around to throwing it away yet.” “You can use it as a footstool if you want because I do from time to time. I like to pretend it’s my ex-husband’s head. That’s why I like to wear heels when I do !” Jessica joked and all the women laughed.