A Clog Obsession

Published early on our Previews page on Saturday, June 20, 2026.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Sunday, June 21, 2026.

This story was submitted by Clogman. You can send messages to his danskoman44@gmail.com email address.

Back in the late seventies I discovered clogs! I already had an intense shoe fetish, but when I first noticed clogs, they immediately became my favorite style. I had a couple of pairs of my own, but I wanted some women's clogs. Sometime around 1981 or 1982, I attended a skills assessment at a local vocational school. It was one of those multiple-session workshops where the instructors have you perform numerous small task to find out your strengths and weaknesses.

There were two instructors, one older man and a woman who always wore clogs. She appeared to be in her late thirties or early forties. Her name was Ann and she wore clogs about 95% of the time. During the workshops, I noticed that she wore at least three different pairs. I would frequently excuse myself to go to the restroom and relieve my sexual tension while thinking about her clogs.

One day at the end of the assessment, she took me to a couple of companies to see the different types of careers that were out there. For some reason, she wore some brown suede boots that day. I was bummed out. A whole day with her and no clogs. On the way back to the school, she told me that she was going on a two week cruise and she needed someone to go to her apartment and feed her cats and fish. She asked me if I was interested. I told her I was. We set up a time to meet and go over the details.

On my first day in her apartment, I fed her pets and brought in her mail. Then I thought to myself, "Her clogs!"

I went to her room and headed straight to her closet. I was only expecting to at least see the three pairs I noticed in the class, maybe one or two additional pairs. When I opened the closet door, I was taken totally by surprise. There were at least twenty pairs of high quality Swedish clogs. I immediately became highly sexually aroused. My cock grew hard and I was so eager to just go for it.

I took turns touching, feeling, and closely inspecting each pair. After carefully looking over the whole collection of beautiful clogs, I chose one specific pair to have fun with. They were a cognac leather pair with fringe on the tops. I laid on the floor and began humping one while looking at and admiring the other. Each day I would do a different pair, sometimes doing some pairs several times. I did it with my shorts on because I didn't want to mess up the leather.

That two weeks was great! A couple of days later I returned to give her key back. She thanked me and gave me some money. Just before I left, she told me, "I'm glad you enjoyed my clogs!"

She winked at me and closed her door.