Women In Clogs
(Published on Monday, April 28, 2003)
This story was submitted by Clog Man, formerly known as Dansko Man.

I have had a shoe and foot fetish for as long as I can remember. I especially have a fondness for clogs. I love to wear them myself, and I love to see women wear them.  Since about 1997, I have worn Dansko clogs as my primary footwear. I really love these clogs! They look great and feel wonderful!

I have been married a few times, but none of my ex-wives have worn or even liked clogs. I have a couple of sisters who wear them, and I have even snuck into their bedrooms to play with their clogs. What I would really like would be to have a girlfriend who liked clogs as much as I do.

Last week, my luck changed. I had to go to the doctor for treatment of some allergies, and I couldn't help but to spot an attractive young nurse wearing what appeared to be white leather Dansko clogs. She was about 5', 6", medium-length brown hair, and about size 8 feet. I observed her go in and out of the lobby a few times, calling patients back. Then came my turn. She called me back and I eagerly followed her. As I did, I watched her sexy feet walk in those spotless white clogs. By the time I got to the exam room, I was as hard as a rock!  She asked me to sit down and she took my temperature. Immediately, she noticed my Dansko clogs. She smiled and said, "I really like your clogs! Not many men are bold enough to wear them."

After the thermometer was out of my mouth, I told her that I really enjoy their comfort. I also complimented her on her clogs. We actually got into a brief discussion on Dansko clogs and how comfortable they were. Before she left the room, she whispered, "I think a man in clogs is so sexy!" She winked and departed. I had my exam and went home.

Once at home, I had to masturbate while the memory of that sexy nurse and her clogs was still fresh on my mind. I spent the rest of the afternoon fantasizing about her. About 7:30 that night, my phone rang. I answered and didn't recognize the voice on the other end. A female voice said, "The is Tammy from the doctor's office." At first, I didn't know who she was exactly. I thought that maybe I had forgotten something. I asked her what she needed, assuming it was business related. She then stated, "It's me, the nurse who talked about clogs with you."

I just answered, "Uhhh, OK?" I was curious why she was calling me. I am not used to a woman making the first move. She went on by saying that she had been preoccupied by the thoughts of me in my clogs ever since I left. She wanted to know if we could meet and continue our discussion. I eagerly agreed. It turned out that she lived in the same subdivision as I do. I walked over to her house and she greeted me at the door, still wearing her uniform and clogs. I went in and she asked me to sit down with her on her sofa. We immediately began talking about clogs.

She and I both were very nervous. I wasn't too anxious to let on that clogs were a sexual turn on and I was doing my best to compose myself. We nervously talked for about half and hour, before one of us finally gave in. She just said, "Look, if this makes you uncomfortable, let me know. The truth is that I am very turned on by you in those clogs!"

My lower jaw dropped and I stuttered, "Err rrr really?" I just smiled and replied, "Well you and your clogs are having a pretty good effect on me too!" She then asked to see my clogs, and I took them off and handed them to her. She swung her legs around and placed her clog shorn feet into my lap. She then took my clogs and held them to her nose. She began to deeply inhale as she raised her skirt and began playing with her pussy through her panties. I began rubbing the soles of her clogs against the growing bulge of my dick. We both masturbated in pure delight as we enjoyed each other's clogs.

After about ten minutes, I dropped my pants and underwear and placed my hard dick between the sole of her left foot and clog. She lifted her right foot up to my face and I began to savor the aroma of her foot and the leather of her clog. I then dropped her legs and leaned toward her. I grabbed the tops of Tammy's pantyhose and made quick work of pulling them off. I then got back to work at her feet. I masturbated myself between the soft wrinkled arches of her warm moist feet. It didn't take me long to shoot a load all over her feet.

Even after that huge orgasm, I was still fully charged. She stood up, and took my clogs with her as she walked down a hallway. I eagerly followed her back to her bedroom, where she was already undressing. She tossed my clogs up onto her bed, and laid facedown. She raised her ass into the air and began fingering her pussy again. I climbed up behind her and inserted my throbbing manhood into her. I then picked up her clogs and began to rub the soft leather and inhale the intoxicating aroma as I made love to her. At the same time, she had her face buried in mine going wild. We both had
numerous orgasms before finally tiring out. We exhausted ourselves and passed out asleep on her bed.

I woke up about 5:30 the next morning, and Tammy was already in the shower. While she was in there, I explored her closet for more clogs. I found several pairs. I grabbed a couple of pairs and took them to her bed, where I humped them wildly as I watched her bathe through the glass of the shower door. She wiped the steam from the glass and looked in at me. "I thought I heard something," she said. "Which ones do you have?" She asked. I quickly showed her the clogs I was humping. "Ahhh! That dark brown pair is my favorite! Enjoy them, sweety!" She happily stated.

I did enjoy them and came all over them. Before she and I both departed for our jobs, we both admitted that this seemed too good to be true. It has to be true, because our next date is this coming Friday.