Stuck In Heels
(Posted on Wednesday, December 13, 2000)
This story was submitted by Pedlvr2377.

My name is Chris. I'm  a 23 year old white male with an extreme fetish for female feet. I wrote this story from a woman's point of view, so tell me how I did. Incidentaly, the story is entirely fiction except for the foot massage part. That's an accurate description of my personal technique. Any ladies out there who would like to test my technique, write to me at ALT.COM. My handle is Pedlvr2377. Now, on with the story.

My name is Cathy. 9 to 5, I'm a secretary at a small law office. There are 3 lawyers currently in our department which is on the fourth floor. There are about 15 lawyers in the entire building which is located in New York City. At night I'm an exotic dancer at a gentlemen's club on the opposite side of town which is about 2 hours from my home in the country.

I knew that this day at work would be great. I thought that when I woke up. Tina, who is another dancer at the club, was leaving for a new job and I was happy. She and I never got along and I was glad to know that I would only see her one last time. I was also in a good mood because I had just bought myself a new pair of heels and I couldn't wait to show them off.

They were beautiful, candy apple red patent leather with a 6" polished steel heel and a short pointed and polished steel toe with a 1" wide ankle strap that was closed with a small padlock on the outer side of each ankle. They weren't going to be very comfortable to wear or dance in, but I was used to it. Besides I knew I would get a chance to slide them off during my break, and it was worth it because the guys were going to love them.

I also bought another pair for the office. They weren't as flashy as the other pair, but they were still sexy. They were black  suede with a 5" heel and a gold chain ankle strap. I was in such a good mood until I got to work. It was Tina's last day and I had two new sexy pairs off heels that I couldn't wait to show off. So I decided to wear both. I got dressed and put on the suede pair for the office, and I put the other pair with my dance bag. Then I put the key for the padlocks on my keychain with the rest of my keys.

When I got to work, I found out how horrible my day was going to be. First off, the elevator was broken and I had to use the stairs. Then, when I got to the office, I found out that Janet and Sheila, two of the other secretaries in the office, weren't there. Janet had gotten the flu and Sheila's aunt had passed away in the hospital the night before. We were already short staffed. Carol, who handled the reception desk in our department and the mail and bank deposits for the entire building, was out on maternity leave. Sheila, Janet and I had been splitting up her duties between the three of us. But on this day, there was only me and three lawyers, plus it was a very busy day.

There were clients scheduled to come in right away and I had to distribute the morning memos. The day couldn't have been worse. I was told that the copy machine wasn't working and that I had to use the one on the first floor because we still didn't have any on the second or third floor. This was a nightmare. I was greeting clients, answering the phone, delivering the mail, making copies of files, and dropping off the noon deposit at the other end of the block. By lunchtime I could hardly stand to walk. I didn't have any time to sit down or eat lunch. There was just too much to be done.

All day I was up and down the stairs from one end of the building to the other. Finally, th end of the day was near. I dropped off the night deposit and by the time I got back from the bank, it was time to leave. The lawyers told me that I had done a great job and to have a nice weekend. I said, "thank you" and left. I couldn't wait to get to my car, so that I could take those heels off of my feet. They had been killing me. They had never hurt that badly before.

I didn't know why I was so excited. I was on my way to the club and I wasn't looking forward to wearing the red heels. When I got into my car, my shoes came right off. I flexed my toes and rotated my ankles a few times. Then I remembered that I had an electric vibrator in my dance bag that I sometimes used during my show. I decided to use it to massage my feet. I put my right foot on the gas pedal and my left foot in my lap to be massaged. After 20 minutes, I switched feet and kept switching them until I got to the club, which took me an hour because of an accident and traffic.

My feet felt better, but they still hurt. Still, they felt better than they had earlier, so I decided to wear the red heels. I would later find out what a mistake that was. As soon as I got inside, the manager was on my ass because I was late and two of the other girls weren't there. That seemed to be the theme for the day. Tina was on her way out, so there was only me and Kim. Tina glanced my way immediately, and with a cocky grin she said, "Some of us have to move onto bigger and better things than stripping."

I quickly remarked in a sarcastic tone, "Oh yes, Tina. I envy you so much."

"Fuck you, you dumb whore!" She angrily replied. Then I went at her, but the manager quickly broke us up. He told me to hurry up, get changed and to get on the stage. He also told Tina to hurry up getting dressed and to leave. Right then, Kim came back into the dressing room. Her set was over and she wanted to know if any other dancers had shown up. She was glad to see me.

I got undressed and put on a new pair of panties and stockings with a reinforced toe and heel. Then I put on my new pair of heels. Kim loved them. She said that they were sexy, but that they sure didn't look comfortable. I told her that it didn't matter and I began to explain what happened that day.

"Do you have the key for the padlocks with you so that you can take them off later?" Kim asked.

"Yes. I attached it to my keychain with my other keys." I replied. Then I dropped them into my dance bag and went out onto the stage. It was 4 hours until I got a break. We were short handed and the boss needed us to help. I spent the time dancing, mingling with customers, and helping the waitresess deliver drinks. I was on my feet the whole time. Finally, three other dancers showed up and it was time for my break. I had been on my feet in a new pair of heels for 12 hours.

I couldn't wait to take my shoes off. My feet were throbbing with pain. They hurt worse than earlier. My toes were being smashed into the solid steel toe and evey step mashed them a little more, sending a sharp pain through my toes into the ball of my feet and up through the arches. My arches had been stretched for so long in such high heels. My heels had been pounded from the solid steel heel. And my tired calves ached clear to my lower back.

I made it to the dressing room and sat down, but when I reached for my bag, it was gone. Kim and I looked everywhere, but we couldn't find it. It was gone, along with my cell phone and my keys, including the ones for the locks on my heels. I began to cry because I knew that I would be stcuk in heels until I got home and got the spare key. Plus there was still 3 hours of work left.

Finally it was 1 a.m. and time to go home. I was in agony. I couldn't wait for the ride home, even though I couldn' t take off my shoes. I'd still be off of my feet, and soon my shoes would be too. Luckily I had a Hide-A-Key under the fender, so I still had a ride home. As soon as I got out of the city, I took the backroads to my house. It was the quickest way I knew and that's all that mattered. The quicker I got home. the better.

About 5 miles from my house, the car  started acting up. It started bucking and sputtering, and then the engine shut off. I coasted the car to the bottom of the hill and into the golf course parking lot. I tried to start the car, but it was hopeless. I was exactly 3 miles from my parent's old house. I knew this because when I was in high school, I used to run 6 miles a day to keep in shape and the golf course was the halfway point. This road was practically deserted and I knew that it would be hours before a car would drive past. So I reluctantly started walking.

After 4 hours of painful steps, I was almost at my parents old house. It was 3 blocks away and 3 miles closer to my house. Just then I heard someone call my name and I quickly turned to see who it was. It was Kevin, a guy whom I had graduated with and with whom I knew pretty well. Kevin always had a crush on me in high school and I pretty much avoided the subject. He looked different now. In fact, he looked damn good. His face had cleared up and he looked really muscular, not scrawny like he used to be. He asked me what I doing out so early. Apparently he had been out for a morning jog.

Dressed the way that I was, I explained to him what had happened to me earlier and that I was stuck in these shoes until I got home. He looked at my face and then down at my feet, and with amazement he replied, "I can't believe you can still walk."

"Neither can I." I told him.

He quickly offered me a ride home and I immediately accepted. Then he picked me up in his arms and walked me to his car at the end of the block. I told him that he didn't have to carry me, but he said it was no problem. So I quit arguing. I enjoyed being off of my feet and I knew that I would be glad to soon be out of these shoes.

On the way to my house I asked him what he did for a living. When he told me, I almost died. He was a professional masseur and he had just received his certification in reflexology. He also told me that he would gladly give me a full body massage and that he would pay extra attention to my aching feet. It had been the best thing that I had heard all day. I happily accepted the offer.

When we got back to my house, he picked me up out of the car and carried me to my bedroom. Then he instructed me to take off all of my clothes except for my heels and stockings. He wanted to remove them himself and I didn't argue! He asked me where the key for my shoes was and I pointed to the dresser. He picked up the key and told me to lie face down on the bed. He began the massage at my neck and slowly worked his way down. He was saving my feet for last.

After almost an hour, he was down to my legs and he slowly started to roll down my stockings. First my right and then my left. Kevin worked on each leg seperately for 15 minutes then both together for 30 minutes. I was in heaven! Kevin's skillful muscular hands knew just how to work out all of the tension in my aching body. But my feet were still killing me. He hadn't removed my shoes yet and the way he was massaging me, all the tension was going to my feet. I was about to say something when suddenly I felt him take my left foot in his hand. He unlocked the padlock. Then he gently slid off my left shoe and removed the stocking. He did the same to my right show, too.

The air felt great on my hot sweaty soles. They had been stuck in heels for 18 hours now, and it felt great to be able to wiggle my toes and relax my arches. With both of my feet in his lap, he very gently began to massage my left foot, starting at the heel and slowly working his up my arch to my toes. He was kneading my soles with his thumbs and moving them in a small circular rotation with light pressure. He slowly worked his way up my arch, and when he got to the ball of my foot, he put his thumbs together and slid them onto my big toe slightly tugging on it as he worked his way to the tip. I felt an intense tingling in my toe that made my whole body shiver with excitement.

He did the same with the other four toes and I felt the same intense tingling effect through each toe. It was driving me wild. Then he slowly slid his hands down the side of my foot, using his palms to knead the outside edges of my foot, until he got to the heel. He then held the heel with both hands and with sligh t pressure, he squeezed the heel with his palms and moved his way to the base of my arch. Then he put his thumbs together in the middle of my arch. Using his palms, he worked his way up my arch, moving his thumbs and palms in and up, and then with an out motion using a little more pressure than before.

I felt a tingle through my whole foot that sent me through the roof. "Ooh, Kevin, that feels great. Don't stop!"

I could tell that he knew what he was doing. I've had my feet massaged before, but none of them came close to this. Kevin just chuckled and continued with the massage. When he got to the ball of my foot, he pressed into it with his palms and began to knead it the same as he had done with my arch. Then he moved to my toes and did the same as before.

"Ooooh!" I moaned again. I couldn't help myself. The tingling that I had felt in my toes was going through my entire body and I was getting hot. After he was done with my toes, he worked his way down the side of my foot the same as before, and then back up starting at the heel, using his thumbs in a small circular motion and with slightly more pressure than before. He repeated the process, alternating after each cycle. He kept this up for 30 minutes before switching to my right foot for another 30 minutes. Then he massaged both of my feet at the same time for another 30 minutes.

By this time, it took everything that I had to keep from making wild passionate love to him. I was so moist! My nipples were hard as a rock. I was breathing heavy and my heart was racing. I was moaning loudly and trembling with every skillfull stroke of his strong hands. I was in heaven and after what I had gone through that day, he was giving me exactly what I needed and I was loving it.

Then all of a sudden he picked up my left foot and began to kiss my foot. He kissed my entire foot from heel to toe. He even kissed the little pads on the bottoms of my toes, making sure that not one spot went untouched. Then he took my first 3 toes, starting with my pinky toe, and put them in his mouth. He started sucking on them and swirling his tounge around them. I let out a loud moan and tugged at the bedsheets. This felt unbeleivable! Before then, I never had my feet worshiped. I had always wondered what it would feel like, and now I knew. I loved it!

I had boyfreinds in the past that would rub my feet occasionaly, but they usually only lasted for a minute or two. Then they would expect sex and my feet would usually still hurt. But this was different. Even though Kevin didn't expect sex, he was going to get it and he deserved it. He sucked every toe on my left foot and then switched to my right foot, giving it the same special attention as my left.

I couldn't take it anymore. I rolled over on my back and sat up. I grabbed his belt and quickly undid his pants. I pulled out his throbbing manhood and gave him the best blowjob of his life. I swallowed every drop of his cum and then I laid back and told him that I wanted him inside of me. He stood up at the bottom of the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. Then he picked up both of my feet by the ankles and began to worship them again, this time kissing the tips of my toes and the tops of my feet until he got to my ankles. Then he spread my legs, working his way up gently kissing on the inner side of both legs until he reached my eager beaver. He spread apart my swollen lips and began working me with his tounge with the same skill and passion that he had used on my feet.

I was going wild, panting, moaning and digging my nails into his back. I was having multiple orgasms and it was making me even hotter. After a half hour of intense tounge pleasure and 5 orgasms, he was inside me and I was going crazy. He worked his hips like a master in perfect time with his stroke, and he hit my spot every time. Two hours and 10 intense orgasms later, he finally came and the two of us collapsed on the bed. We just lie there breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes. I asked him to spend the night. He said, "yes," so we ate a little dinner and laid down on the couch together to watch some T.V.  Then we ended up falling asleep.

When we woke up the next day, he took me to my car and got it started for me. Then he kissed me on the cheek and said he would call me later. We have started dating since then and he is always more than willing to worship my feet. I love it!