written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
Our bus stop the kind with an open base where you could see the feet and shoes of the people sitting at it. I was a young boy at the time and I already had a real fetish regarding women’s shoes and feet. I would wait for a women or young girl with really nice shoes to sit down and then I would sit at the base of the bus stop and put my fingers near their shoe heel and wait.
Many times they would just brush against my fingers and there were times that they would not even touch them. It was all to change one day as I saw a young girl about 25 sit down wearing a pair of stiletto sandals.
I proceeded to put my fingers next to her shoe and wait, it was about 10 seconds and I felt this searing pain in my ring finger as her stiletto heel found its mark. I clenched my teeth to try and bear the discomfort but that was mild to what was to come. The young lady then uncrossed her legs and her other shoe heel landed on my index finger just above the second knuckle and she stood up putting all her weight on my fingers. Her heels dug in deep causing me to wipe a tear from my eye due to the pain. She stood there waiting for her bus and as she did she began swaying on her feet – obviously they were sore but not as sore as my fingers.
Just when I thought that I was in control of the pain a new pain was administered as she now decided to balance on just her heels. I thought that her heels were going to sever my fingers as they were now numb. She eventually stood flat again and rose up on her soles lifting the killer heels off my fingers but I was in for the duration. My fingers were there for her to stand on for as long as she was there. She stood flat again her heels returning to find my fingers.
Just as I had adjusted once again to the discomfort the young lady stepped aside to let another lady stand at the stop in her place. I thought to my self retract my hand or leave there for more punishment – no I’m a glutton for punishment – it stayed. This was to be the worst decision I could make as this woman was wearing a pair of wooden soled shoes with a cleated platform and heel.
If I thought that the stiletto sandals had hurt I was nothing to what I was about to endure. As she stepped towards the bus stop her sole and heel of her right shoe found the fingers of my left hand. The contact hurt but what she did next was so bad that I wanted to nearly throw up with pain. She twisted her foot 180 degrees without lifting it off my fingers nearly ripping them from my hand. The heel of her shoe now came to rest on the back of my hand the sole on my fingers. It seemed like forever that she was standing on my hand but it was only about 10 minutes until her bus arrived. As she waited for it she twisted 180 degrees again to pick her bag up and 180 degrees again to walk off to her bus.
I pulled my hand back to investigate the damage and boy it didn’t look good. The cleated sole and heel had dented my hand and fingers and it was going to bruise in a day or so. The girl in the stiletto sandals bus had still not arrived so I thought why not see if I could get a bit more action from her. I proceeded to put my fingers near her shoe and it was as if she was waiting for me to do so as she lifted both heels for me to slid my fingers into place.
This time she was not as gentle as before I wonder if she had seen what the other lady had done and decided to better it. She started to heel stand, sway and stomp her feet in place as she waited patiently for her bus. Her bus arrived 10 minutes later and as she walked away she dragged her left heel across the back of my hand gouging the skin deeply and I now have a scar to remember this day.
The years have gone by since this but I still remember what the stiletto sandals look like. By luck a woman who works with my wife wears a pair exactly like them. I wonder if it is her that inflicted my pain and scarring? I will never know.