At the movies 4 min read

This is a true story.  When I was 10 years old my older brother and I went to the cinema.  The place was fairly old but popular so a queue had started to form leading up to the ticket window.  A lady wearing boots joined the line with her boyfriend.  She was in her early 30’s, quite tall and around 130lbs (60 kg).   The boots were knee high, black leather with a stiletto heel.  They fit really snug against her calves since she had her jeans tucked into them.  The lady was probably on a “date night” and wanted to wear her stylish and sexy boots.

Well those boots looked amazing so I was making all kinds of excuses to my brother not to join the movie queue until I could get directly behind her.  

We finally joined the line right after the booted woman.  I asked my brother how long till we get in to see the film.  He said about 20 minutes and that long delay gave me a good reason to sit down on the ground, maybe 1 foot (30 cm) back from her.  I had my coat at such an angle on the floor.  If the lady in boots stepped on something and looked down she would think it was only my coat.  So I carefully slid my hand over until I could secretly touch her tiny heel with my index finger.  It was fairly dark down there due to the shadows so no one could see what I was doing.

It seemed as if she was never going to move as she just stood in the same place for what seemed like ages. I started to look around when all of a sudden I felt a searing pain in the tip of my ring finger.  She had finally moved her position and stepped on me with her stiletto heel.  She just stood there. 

At first I thought I could endure it but then realised she had her weight on both legs.  After a couple of minutes she shifted her full weight on to her right leg (the one on my finger) and positioned her left leg out so she was balanced just on the heel tip.  You know, the standard pose that bored women do when they are wearing heels.

This is where she stood for several minutes and never moved.  All her weight just drilling through that spike heel onto my poor hand.

My fingertip was pinned to the floor and I had no way I could pull it out. I tried but it was not going anywhere. I was trapped and the pain was greater than I had ever experienced before.  But the booted woman seemed totally oblivious to my discomfort.  She just stood there talking and laughing with  her boyfriend while my finger was being crushed under her thin heel.  By now my finger had gone numb and I could not feel anything. I again tried to pull my finger out but with no success.

Finally the queue moved forward and she stepped off of my finger. As she lifted her boot my finger stuck to her heel for a moment then fell off.

But then the strangest thing happened.  She turned back to me, bent down and whispered ‘That will teach you to put your fingers near my boots.  But if you want more little boy, sit next to me and I will crush your foot under my heel during the movie.” !

Needless to say I dragged my brother in to the same isle so I could sit right next to her.

I slipped off my shoe and my sock and placed my foot next to her heel. When she saw that I was ready she crossed her legs and lifted her boot so I could slid my foot completely under it.  She then stomped down on my foot hard and rocked back onto the heel so her toes were in the air.  I could feel that sharp heel just dig into my foot.  After a little while she adjusted her position with her entire boot sole now crushing my foot.  And this was where she stayed for the full length of the film – about two and a half hours. 

I was trapped under her high heeled boot until the end of the film.  Most of the movie she just sat still.  Sometimes she’d stamp her foot around a bit.  But the worst was when she’d would grind her heel into my foot savagely.  I don’t know if she forgot about me being under her boot and was treating me just like the floor.  Or maybe she would occasionally remember I was beneath her boot and dig her stiletto into me on purpose.  I’ll never know.

As the film ended she kept her heel on my foot and stood up, keeping all of her weight on that leg as she slowly put her coat on.  She then rocked back on the heel and twisted brutally as she stepped off of my foot.  She looked back and blew me a kiss as she walked away.

I then limped out of the cinema.  I told my older brother I had cramp as we walked back to his car.