written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
My particular attraction for women in high heels really began when one aunt of mine sparkled my attention. So much that I’ll never forget the first pair of high heels I felt a fetish for, a couple of white pumps.
I remember seeing her wearing them for the first time at a family wedding. And she kept wearing them in the next 2 weddings. It was kind of her pair of shoes for special occasions. After some dancing, she would usually take them off, put them in a bag and replace them for a more comfortable and open pair of shoes. One time, she caught me staring at her feet while changing shoes. She just said: “I love these shoes but they really start hurting my feet after some hours. And they get very sweaty too, especially after dancing.” Wow, those were words that a foot/shoe fetishist like myself loved to hear.
I waited that everyone sitting at the table would leave for dancing or food, so I could go and reach the bag with the shoes. I threw a fork on purpose under the table and I crawled to the bag. I quickly opened and the smell almost knocked me out! Wonderful, the shoes were still very warm and the smell was delicious! When I was about to give them a kiss or a lick, someone approached the table and I had to get up quickly, grabbing the “missing” fork. Till the end of the wedding, no more chances for me to reach them. It was good though, the smell lasted for some time in my nose.
Well, that was the pair I first felt a fetish for and it was meant to be the one I would worship first too. After that succession of weddings, she started wearing them in casual every day. One day, I was at her place and she had just returned home… with those beautiful white pumps on. For my surprise, she left again only 5 minutes later and, after glancing, I noticed she was then wearing a pair of strappy sandals (very good also). It was a sudden hot day and she decided to put on more fresh footwear.
As soon as I heard the door closing, I knew I couldn’t waste that chance. I just told my cousin I had to go grab a glass of water and I just entered the room aside, where I knew she kept her shoes. There they were! I just fell on my knees and started enjoying the smell that came from inside the shoes. She really had wonderful feet smell and the shoes were still warm, maybe even more than in the wedding, as the day was hot and she wasn’t wearing nylons that time (I’m not sure if she was wearing back in the wedding day). Smelly and sticky, I just start kissing and licking all over them. Seconds later I was cuming in my pants, hardly expecting it. That was the first time I worshiped a pair of shoes and one of the first times I actually came. I must have been 12 or 13. Later, I went home, feeling wet and sticky from my lower parts but still tasting the great smell of female feet I still had in my mouth and nose. From that day, I realized I had something for high heels, already knew I had something for female feet.
My interest in trampling and FemDom only happened years after. Until then, some situations helped to define those interests. For instance, every time I got stepped on my women (the classic and accidentally stepping on the foot, while moving), I quickly went on apologizing. I was the one getting stepped on but I was the first apologizing. It’s funny, I really don’t know why I did it but it only happened with ladies, I never apologized to men. Looked like first signs of Femdom, I guess!
Anyway, I think I got stepped on a couple of times by my aunt in that common way. She smiled when I went on apologizing first. One day, I had a far more interesting experience though. I was at her place, playing on the floor with my cousin. She had to go to the bathroom so I stayed alone in the room with my aunt and a baby she was taking care of. And, guess what, she was wearing the white high heeled pumps! Believe me; she had a lot of other shoes, sandals, and slippers that she used to wear too. But when something special happened while I was near her, she had the white pumps. Kind of fetish destiny, I guess.
She was sitting across in the bed, waving her leg while trying to get the baby to sleep. I was near the bed and her stiletto was just waving inches away from my face. Back then, I don’t know what I was expecting. I was just enjoying admiring those shoes from real close and liking that sense of danger. Suddenly, she put her feet on the ground… just where my left hand was! The pain was strong but I almost didn’t yell. This time I wasn’t quick enough to apologize first (as I was looking at the stiletto mark on my hand), so she said: “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. Did I hurt you?” I went on hiding the heel mark and respond: “Sorry, I was looking for a thing that rolled under the bed. I found it. I’m ok. Thanks”. She then said: “I better slip off these shoes, so I don’t hurt you again”. I smiled and something inside of me made me say: “Do you want me to get your slippers?” She blushed a bit, I’m sure she wasn’t expecting that answer from me (and neither do I!) but still said: “Ok, my dear nephew. They’re over there if you please.” What did I say? I was happy and ready to do something you ask puppies to do! I was very excited so. I grabbed her white pumps (it felt great feeling them while she watched me), stood up and went to the corner of the room to get her home slippers. I left the pumps there and brought her slippers, I could feel the smell coming from inside of them. Right in front of her, I kneeled and personally put the slippers on her feet. It was great, feeling the bottom of her feet, while she blushed again and said: “Oh, you’re so sweet! Thanks!” I just thanked back as always and, before some other “wild” words could come out of my mouth, my cousin was back and I resumed my playing on the ground. I had discovered another way of playing… strangely far more interesting…
Well, situations like that really helped me developing and understanding my fetish. That happened years ago when I guess I wasn’t taken too seriously and I think I had more “nerve”. Today, I keep looking for a situation or a relation where I could fulfill my fetish dreams. I have some girls in sight; time will tell if I’ll get lucky. Take care, everybody!!