I never used to be a shoe girl. I used to rely on one pair of dress shoes, one pair of hiking boots, and some sneakers. I never saw a need for a closet full of shoes and I thought it was a little silly.

And then one day, I changed my mind. I was 18 years old and spending an evening at a bondage club. Then one scene caught my eye. The top was a transvestite with the most powerful looking arms and the most delicate of dress. Speaking to him afterwards, I had an intense attraction to this individual who looked more masculine than anyone else in the club. He had several girlfriends and was a regular performer. It was obvious why that was the case.

Aside from the regular spankings and whippings that he did with an artful ease, he sat down on a stool and had his female bottom crawl over and take his entire heel into her throat. It was the best blowjob I’ve ever seen. All at once I had an appreciation for stilettos. I was shown how sexual they could be. The phallic imagery was no longer lost on me and I started acquiring a collection of sexy heels.

I will walk a little slower, but all the better for you to admire their shine my dear. The higher the heel, the closer to God.

And since that life changing scene I do have been able to appreciate someone who will tend to my heels with devotion. I love standing tall and looking down at someone tonguing every part of my footwear and I especially love the brave bottom who relishes having a heel shoved into their throat.

I’ve heard some people say that one of the greatest tricks of the patriarchy was to convince women to wear delicate and dangerous high heels. It’s hard to feel like a tool of the patriarchy when you can stand face to face with it. The height increase, the thrusting of my best body parts, and the sharpness of a stiletto heel all turn me on immensely.

And so my shoe collection grows. What kiss is complete without a kicked back heel coming to a perfect point? What challenge is there to fucking without the deadly edge of a stiletto pointing perilously at unguarded flesh? When I put them on, I feel a surge of power as I hit a strong gait standing on top delicate and thin heels. I can walk across a dirty city street because I’m so far away from the filth and furthermore there always seems to be someone willing to clean it up for me.

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Posted on January 10th, 2009
Posted by Miss Maggie Mayhem