BillHeelman

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I have an interest in purchasing a pair of special arch heels found on sites such as 6ihf and Arch Enemies. These have a nearly right angle arch and look particularlly appealing to me. I'm most interested in a pair of pumps from 6ihf, style P16SA with a 16cm/6.3 inch heel in a size 13 US. Questions for those who may have worn them: - Are they more difficult to walk in than a routine pair of 6 inch heels? I can handle 6 inch heels without difficulty but I realize a little extra height can make a difference. - Does the special arch make the shoe feel different once your standing? Do you think the arch makes it easier or harder to walk. - Does 6.3 inches mean 6.3 inches? Or is the heel much higher in larger sizes? I once bought a pair of Hollywood Heels advertized as 6 1/4 inches. They ended up being 7 3/4 inches high and as much as I hate to even say this, they were too high to walk in. I felt foolish. Thanks in advance.

I totally agree. 100% non-stretch is the only way to go. They do wonders for women's legs.

Wonderful. Another suggestion is to tie a piece of rope to each ankle to hobble your gait. Not too short but once you feel the pull on your ankle, you automatically try to compensate. This leads to a pull on the other ankle. Before you know it, you're on the floor. Utter helplessness but so much fun.

“ I knew it, I knew it, I told you so”, I nearly screamed at no one in particular as I slammed the front door one dark winter night. My wife came running from the kitchen. “Oh honey, not again?” “Oh yes again. I’ve got to work for the sixth damn weekend in a row”. My employer was being acquired by a larger firm, and nearly everyone’s lives had been adversely affected by it. People were fearful of losing their jobs and the demands from our new masters were never ending. While I felt my position was reasonably secure, I was now being asked to work excessively long hours and the strain was really getting to me. The look on my wife’s face showed great concern but we were both at a loss as to what to do about it. “Look honey, enough is enough. Go in this weekend but you’re taking next weekend off. We’ll make up some kind of excuse. You need a break from this. I know we’ll go to Daddy’s cabin!” That brought a smile to my face. What a misnomer. Daddy’s cabin was anything but a cabin. It was a turn on the century mammoth stone retreat on a quiet lake at the foot of the nearby mountains. My wife’s folks were quite wealthy and the décor of the place reflected their good taste and fortune. It also was a place where my wife and I enjoyed some of our most romantic and sensual weekends. It was here that our love life took a turn for the wild side when I bought her the first of many sexy outfits to wear for our mutual pleasure. The nightgowns and slippers progressed to mini skirts, and towering stilettos that she always complained about but wore for me anyway. Lately, discussion of the cabin automatically implied a weekend of passion where she dressed in the most provocative fetish attire that drove me wild. Ten days later we were off to the cabin after dropping our daughters off with their grandparents. The forecast called for significant snowfall and it had already started snowing lightly when we were still an hour away. I continued to chatter on about work, the topics always negative in nature. Finally my wife put an end to it. “OK, enough about work. Let’s change the subject. We’re going to have a great weekend and I’m going to make you forget all about it. I know exactly what you need. All you have to do is just trust me. Let me make you happy. I know you better than you know yourself. You, my dear boy, are in for a serious treat. Just trust me and do everything I ask you because it will be for your own good. “Just trust me,” she said again, with a devilish smile. And just like that she thrust her feet high up on the dashboard of the SUV. “How to you like my pedicure?” Her feet were encased in smoky black nylons, her nails painted a deep red color. I recognized the stockings immediately as being the ultra sheer non-stretch type I bought for her often. Until now, however, they had been worn strictly in the bedroom. “Delicious” I replied. She gave me smile, repositioned herself on the seat and swung her foot right up to my lips. I dutifully planted several kisses on her foot while she giggled cutely. “Remember, just go along with me and we’ll have a wonderful weekend.” “OK, OK” I said. “I get it” When we arrived at the cabin she grabbed several light shopping bags and scurried up the stairs into the house. “ I’ll meet you at the bar. Please fix us a couple of nice martinis”. It took several trips to unload the weekend’s provisions. The snow was coming down very heavily and the wind was beginning to howl. Nice place to be snowed in, I thought. I went to the game room and prepared two martinis at the bar. I was just finishing when I heard my wife’s click clacking footsteps from the next room. My jaw dropped as I took sight of her. She was dressed in a jet-black silky chemise. It was extremely short and exaggerated the length of her nylon-encased legs. On her feet were black patent pumps with tall spike heels, at least five or more inches high. “Do you like my new outfit?” “Oh yes”, I stammered. Her lips were brilliant with glossy lipstick and her eye shadow was heavy and dramatic. She squeezed me tightly and gave me a lingering kiss. She sat at the stool beside me and took a sip of her martini. “Very nice” she said. “Wow, it’s really coming down hard. I hope we don’t get stuck here.” Actually, I didn’t think I’d mind at all. We took our drinks into the kitchen to unpack the groceries and prepare for dinner. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she went about gathering all that we’d need. This was part of our usual foreplay here and she continually caught me staring at her and loved every minute of it. Once we were finished we went back to the bar to relax. After a few moments she walked over to one of her shopping bags and retrieved a gift-wrapped box. “ You should get more comfortable. I brought you just the right outfit.” I smiled and opened the package to find a nice pair of men’s silk pajamas. “ Gee thanks, honey”, I said. I pulled out the top and held it to my chest. The size seemed right. “Go take a quick shower and change into this. I’ll make us another drink,” she said. Once showered, I put on the top and was reaching into the box for the pajama pants when I noticed a little surprise at the bottom of the box. In a small clear bag was a pair of nylons and a garter belt, which I recognized immediately. My heart began to pound as I recalled an episode I’ll never forget that happened a little over a year ago. My wife had grown tired of my requesting her to wear increasingly higher heeled shoes and decided to turn the tables on me and have me wear the same. She had purchased a pair of seven-inch heels in my size and watched me make dinner (to her great amusement and my embarrassment). There was no hiding my excitement as I minced about the kitchen in towering heels and hose that matched her own. It had been so long ago that I thought it was a once in a lifetime event. I slowly pulled on the hose and fastened them to the belt. I felt extremely excited but I was embarrassed at the same time. I kept rubbing my legs together marveling at the slickness of the material. I then pulled on the pajama pants and felt a bit more comfortable as all that was exposed were my nylon covered feet. I rejoined my wife at the bar. “I love it”, she said. “You look like the ruler of the mansion.” She gave me a hug and long kiss and shot a fleeting glance at my feet, obviously to see if I was wearing the stockings. She didn’t say a word but I caught the quickest glimpse of a smile cross her face. We sat down two enjoy our drinks. We resumed our ritual of acting like nothing was unusual, just a couple out for drinks at a bar, she wearing next to nothing and he wearing a rather unusual pair of socks. Of course, both of us were getting very aroused and the martinis were doing their jobs. She kicked off her pumps and slid her feet over and under mine until I thought I would go crazy. The look on her face revealed she knew how much she was tormenting me as well as how much she enjoyed doing so. I wasn’t about to complain. I suggested we retire to the bedroom but she was far from finished with toying with me. “I bought a new pair of shoes. Would you like to help me try them on?” “Sure, I said” and she scampered over to a stuffed chair after retrieving a box from the bag. I dutifully followed and knelt in front of her. I opened the box and pulled out a stunning pair of the most incredibly high-heeled sandals that I had ever seen. They had six strategically placed straps with lacing holes at each tip. There was an extremely long leather lace, which could extend far up the leg or be wrapped repeatedly around the ankle. As I laced the shoe she playfully extended her foot in anticipation of my kiss. I then laced the sandal on and tied it very tightly. When I finished the next I said, “I hope you like these because I think they’ll be on for a while. Stand up and let me see you walk in them.” She stood and took a few careful steps. “ Wow, these are high! I hope you appreciate what I do for you.” She took a few more steps and stopped, a bit unsure of herself. “You know a simple ¼ inch can really make a difference. These are 6 and ¼ inches! I may need help” “Go on, let me see you walk in them,” I repeated. She minced forward, ever so slowly which gave me ample opportunity to sample her beautiful legs. “Oh my, oh my, these are outrageous!” I followed her gaze to her feet and indeed they were. Her feet were arched in such a vertical position that I wondered how she could stand at all. I quickly closed the distance and we embraced in a passionate kiss. She seemed a foot taller than me. “If I wear these for you tonight will you do me one favor?” “Sure, what is it?” “First promise me,” she cooed. “Well how can I promise if you won’t name the favor?” “No, I want to promise me you’ll do whatever I ask…first.” “ OK, OK, I promise”, I said. “Good, now lets go back to that chair.” She took my hand and carefully walked back and sat on the arm of the chair. “Please sit”, she ordered. “Tell me why you like these heels.” “They make your legs look great”, I replied. “And what else”, she asked. “Well, I like you being kind of helpless in them” I stammered, my face quickly turning red. “Good. Now that we have that out in the open, its time for my favor.” She walked over to the bag, slowly retrieved another box and returned to the chair. She opened the box and pulled out a matching pair of sandals in apparently my size. The heels on these were comically high. I started to protest but she told me to stop, repeating my promise. She then proceeded to lace them on my feet very snuggly. “I hope you like these because I think they’ll be on for a while” she said mimicking my earlier comment with a smirk. “Let’s see how you handle them.” I slowly rose to my feet and grasped the chair arms for dear life. “This isn’t fair, I protested. How high are these heels?” “Oh, just about 7 ¾ inches or so”. She started to laugh. “Let’s see how you walk.” I took a step and immediately my arms shot outward for balance. I knew I looked clumsy but I was very aroused and wanted to keep trying. I took a few more careful steps and then found myself start to stagger. I recovered and continued on. I stopped and looked down at my feet which looked as vertical as my wife’s. I took a few more steps and tried to get the hang of it. “Not bad, not bad, keep it up” she said and giggled at her pun. I looked down at myself and I again turned beet red, which brought on more laughter. I turned and faced her and we both walked a few steps towards each other and embraced again. This time our kiss lasted much longer and we both knew we were ready. Hand in hand we minced towards the roaring fireplace. She removed my pajama top and had me lean against an overstuffed chair while she pulled off the bottom. Here I was standing in skyscraper heels next to my beautiful wife realizing my innermost fantasy. We lay down on the rug by the fire, as passionate as we’d ever been. “See, I told you to just trust me”, she said.

They look great on you, but a little big. Do they run big? How are they to walk in?

Hi Derf, You must have had a chance to walk in them by now. How are they?

These seem just about perfect to me. They have an outrageously high heel, about 7 1/2 inches in my size. They also seem to be infinately adjustable with all the lacing. I've tried pumps with this extreme heel but my toes were crushed because of the extreme pitch. It's hard enough to walk in such heels but having your feet all pinched just takes the fun out of it. Has anyone tried these? If so, would you agree with my assessment? Does anyone have a link to pictures of someone wearing them? Thanks.

My wife and I dined at a very popular seafood restaurant last weekend. As we circled the nearly full parking lot looking for a space, another car approached us, as we were about to pull into one of two remaining spaces at the rear of the lot. I flashed my lights indicating he could proceed first. We each carefully pulled in to the adjacent spaces and as we got out, we acknowledged a quick thank you for the mutual courtesy. The driver was a tall muscular man with a very short haircut. I immediately pictured him as an athlete or perhaps someone in the military. As my wife and I proceeded to the entrance, I overheard the woman with him say, “I can’t, I can’t” to which he replied “ Sure you can”. Again she pleaded, “No honey, I can’t, please?” “You can and you will” he replied in a very stern tone. Whatever they were debating, the argument was over. As we were considerably early, we proceeded to the bar and were fortunate enough to land the last remaining cocktail table. I ordered drinks at the bar, and returned to my wife at the table. The place was filling up quickly and most patrons had to sit or stand at the bar. Quite some time later, I noticed the couple from the adjacent parking space standing at the entrance to the bar, obviously looking for a seat or standing place. It seemed a bit odd as we had been there long enough to be ready for a second cocktail. I would have assumed that they had spent the time continuing their argument but they both seemed to be smiling and his date was clinging rather tightly to his arm. She appeared to be quite tall, nearly as tall as he, and equally as attractive. Actually, she was stunning. Both were dressed primarily in black. She was wearing a rather elegant pants suit. A few seconds later, a waitress tried to navigate the tight doorway and the gentleman rather abruptly stepped aside. As he did, his date nearly lunged at him, grabbing his arm with both of her hands. Her face was flushed and she looked like she was hanging on for dear life. Both of them unconsciously looked down at her feet. My eyes followed likewise. I noticed she was wearing black sandals with what I presumed to be a high stiletto heel (my favorite) but her long pants covered most of her shoe. I assumed she tripped on the apparently too-long trousers. He motioned to the bar and they proceeded but I was drawn to their pace, or lack there of. I couldn’t believe how slowly they walked. He looked natural and confident. She looked like she was walking on ice. When she reached the bar she literally grabbed it with two hands, again looking like she was leery of falling. They both smiled and if I could read her mind, I’d say she was breathing a sigh of relief. Since it was time to grab our second cocktail, I excused myself and proceeded to the bar, deliberately ending close to the attractive couple. While they were ordering, I feigned the need to tie my shoe. As I bent down very close to her feet I felt my pulse quicken. Her toes were painted a bright red and encased in shimmering black nylon stockings. More striking was the arch of the shoe. It seemed as though the sole of the shoe extended only an inch beyond the length of her toes. I could see the needle thin heel of the shoe positioned extremely close to the nearly vertical sole. “Oh my heavens, how can she walk in those” I thought! I stood up, relieved that I wasn’t being noticed and decided to tie the other shoe. This time I noticed the indentation at the back of her pant leg where her heel touched the material. Then I knew. Her feet seemed much longer than I had first imagined and it appeared that the arch of the shoe forced her foot in a nearly vertical position. I assume the heels had to be at least six inches, perhaps more. I decided not to push my luck and stood intentionally ignoring them for the time being while I ordered our drinks. It was time to get back to my table. A bit later I caught the guy nodding his head up and down in an expression that said “go ahead” to her. She nodded a definitive no, no, no. Again he nodded, and again she refused. Her reddening face told me she didn’t expect to win this battle of wills, and she didn’t. With an expression I can’t describe as other than forceful, he nodded for her to proceed. She placed her drink on the bar and walked ever so slowly across the room. She looked frightened to death and took a path that kept her close to something to grip in an emergency, rather than take the more direct diagonal path across the room and disappeared into the crowd. We were then summoned to our table for dinner and that was the last I saw of her. Later that night and on several occasions since, I’ve tried to recap that night in my mind’s eye. I’m sure that her protests in the parking lot were in response to her ability to navigate the distance in such treacherous footwear. However, the questions persist. Was the choice of shoes deliberate or a mistake that she realized after arrival? Did she lose a dare? I can only assume she struggled in them from home. Of course, she could have put them on in the car upon arrival? I assume she wore them to please her male companion, but was it his interest in fetish footwear, or perhaps, did it satisfy some dominant desire. In fact, was the entire episode some sort of Master/Slave scenario? While that’s not really my thing, I do find the idea somewhat arousing. Now…if I bought my wife a pair of those, I wonder if ….

Any more pictures of these? Anyone know where they can be purchased? Totally hot!

I just bought a new pair of 6 inch open back mules for indoor skating. They have an open toe area which allowed me to punch two holes through the shoe to the skate bottom below. The skates are extremely short, just barely covering the lengh of the shoe. I threaded two fasteners through the sole so the shoe is securely bonded with the skate. Now, anytime I'm in the mood, all I have to do is just slide my feet into the shoes and off I go. Trust me, I'm not going far and the six inch heels make for a most precarious room to room trip. If you haven't tried it, you really should give it a whirl.

Gone skating...

I recently had all of the hardwood floors refinished and while the rugs were all pulled back and the furniture removed I figured it would be a perfect time to try a bit of High Wheeling about the house. I began by setting numerous large mirrors at strategic places throughout the four first floor rooms. I next donned my skating uniform, a new pair of sheer to the waist coffee colored pantyhose and an oversized tee shirt. I placed a small chair and one end of the first floor, gathered my heels and skates (boot removed, wheels, platform and a one inch heel remain) and felt the excitement begin to build. I first laced the skate platform to my stockinged feet with ribbon and slowly skated through the entire house, no easy thing on the smooth as glass floors. I eventually made it back to the chair thinking how much more difficult this would soon be in my heels. My next step was to remove the skates and don the heels, which had a 7” heel with a 1” platform sole. As I slowly walked around the room, I noticed how I could see my reflection in all the mirrors. I reached the chair with my heart beginning to pound as the preliminary easy stuff was over. I placed both feet onto the skate platforms and laced them on very securely. While sitting, I just rolled my feet back and forth, amazed at how easily they rolled. I very carefully stood and immediately felt the pitch of the heels, knowing a strong breeze could have knocked me over. Breathing in short gasps, I carefully pushed off and began slowly rolling out of control into the living room. I started to fall forward, and caught myself in the mirror, arms whirling in a circular motion trying to keep my balance. I managed to stay upright but immediately began rolling backwards. For those who have not tried this, the pitch of the heels makes you push down on the front wheels which actually sends you backwards, particularly if there is even the slightest pitch in the flooring, a given in an old house like mine. I continued towards my goal which was to make it to the third room. About half way there I reached an inclination in the flooring that further increased my sense of helplessness. No matter how hard I tried to skate forward, the effort was offset by the backwards incline. I saw myself in the mirrors, my legs looking infinately long, set nearly tip toe, a good 10 inches off the ground. Arms flailing, legs sliding back and forth, unable to move forward at all. Completely helpless in my self imposed predicament and loving every minute of it.

I bet these three pronged heels would be fabulous with wheels attached.

By the way, I love these shoes...anyone know where I could see more pictures of them?

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Well its been a more than a month and I'm anxiously waiting for more pictures. Surely someone out there has given it a try. I for one am experimenting by adding slim dominos under the heel to keep incrementing the height by small amounts to gauge the effect. Come on people, give this a try

An hour or so later…. “Wow, that was incredible” my wife said, lying back exhausted. “I haven’t seen you that excited in years” “I know” was all I could utter, my heart still racing. “How about going downstairs and getting the rest of that wine? I’m too mellow to budge” I rolled off the bed to make my trip for the wine, keenly aware that I was still wearing the super slick nylons. “You’re going to ruin those stockings” she taunted with a smirk on her face. I rounded the corner and nearly slipped on the hardwood floor. These nylons are dangerous, I thought. In more ways than one, I guess, as I more carefully descended the stairs. There was something about seeing my feet in the shimmering nylon. It was as if they were several sizes smaller than usual. Just as long perhaps, but much more narrow. I poured two glasses of wine and retraced my steps to the bedroom. I handed one to my wife and placed mine on the nightstand. I slipped onto the bed, head facing the foot board so I could see her. Her nylon encased feet were mere inches from my eyes, her deep red polished toes looked so beautiful. “Thanks”, she said, her hand gently caressing my lower leg and foot while I planted numerous kisses on her beautiful foot and began the routine foot massage I knew she loved so much. I was determined to prolong this scene as long as possible. “Mmmm”, she murmured. “So was it your outfit or mine that got you so hot”, she asked in a dreamy tone. I knew she would be asleep soon. “Both”, I replied honestly. “But you forcing me to wear it is what really made it special. I can’t really describe it, but you being so clearly in charge just got me very excited, especially when I had to wear those heels. I mean, do you realize how high they are? I could barely stand and you had me prancing around making dinner. Did you see how long it took me to bring the food to the table? Those shoes are incredible!” “Serves you right”, she chuckled. “You’re always making me wear these killer heels. Nice to see you in my shoes, pardon the pun, ha ha. We’ll have to do this again sometime”, she said sleepily. Within a few minutes she was fast asleep. I was determined however to make this event last a bit longer. I carefully got off the bed and picked up my heels from hell, and quietly left the bedroom, stopping to make sure she was still asleep. I descended the stairs and sat on the bottom stair and slipped on the shoes. I slowly stood up amazed at how steep they felt. It was as if the heels had grown! I minced into the kitchen and began cleaning up the dishes. If she caught me, I could always say I thought she wanted me to practice. After a few minutes, I had to see how I looked. I made my way to the spare bedroom to look at myself in a full length mirror. I couldn’t believe the sight of my legs and feet. I watched myself walk slowly back and forth knowing this would not be the last night I’d be walking in 7 inch heels.

BB2000, I love the 7 inch spikes on the skate but only one foot on, and at the back... cheating :-) How about trying a pair on and taking a spin and send us a pic.

BB2000, Great High WHeels!! Are the boots fastened to the skates? About what height would you say the boot heels are? How was skating on a difficulty factor of 1 -10, 10 being most difficult? Have you reached the other side of the room yet? More pics please. (I'll be buying a camera soon)

“So, how do you like your new outfit?” “Well, I can see that you do, she said with a big smile.” I guess I was staring at her, my very attractive wife, dressed in a black silk camisole tucked into a patent micro mini. On her legs were expensive opera length full-fashioned nylon stockings, with a touch of the welt visible as she walked. She looked delicious. “So, which killer heels do you want me to wear with it”, she asked as she started rummaging through several pairs I had bought for her over the years? “Never mind, I have a present” I said as I offered her a small wrapped gift which she quickly opened. “Oh my God, you’ve got to be kidding me” she exclaimed as she removed the black patent leather pumps with a full six inch heel. I knew I was pushing the envelope here as although she is tall, she only wore size 7 ½ shoes. “You want me to wear these?” “Of course, they’ll make your legs look awesome” I said, starting to get a bit nervous that she might not be willing to indulge me on this. I asked her to sit on the bed, gave her a big smile and a quick kiss and knelt to put the shoes on her feet. The feel of her legs and feet in their slippery nylons only increased my excitement. They slid on without difficulty. “OK, lets see how they look”, I said as I stepped backwards to give her room to stand. She carefully stood up but looked afraid to take a step. “What’s wrong, don’t you like them”, I asked. “You expect me to walk in these, I’ll break my neck. “Go ahead, give it a try. I’ll be here to catch you” I said. My voice seemed like it was coming from somewhere else. Between the excitement of seeing her in that incredible outfit, the look of apprehension on her face and my fear that she might just pull them off and end our romantic plans for the night, I was breathing in short breaths. She took a few steps, realized she wouldn’t fall and continued across the room. “Look at you” she said, staring at my midsection, my arousal quite obvious, and her pained expression turning to a mischievous smile. She then attempted to strut a bit less cautiously and found these were shoes to be reckoned with. “Just take little steps” I offered sheepishly. “Oh, listen to the expert. I’d like to see you walk in these heels. Every pair you buy just keeps getting higher and higher. Now I have to take mini steps just to keep from falling. What is it with the shoes?” “ I didn’t realize they were so high”, I lied. “And you won’t be walking very far anyway”, I said with a smile. I took her hand and led her back towards the bed ever so slowly as she gingerly minced her way across the room. “You have no idea how beautiful you look” I said, meaning every word. I could tell she was pleased by the obvious effect she was having on me and she softened a good deal. “Come here, you goof” she said and pulled me onto the bed. A few weeks later….. “The weather is terrible today, how about if we just stay in tonight, cook up a feast and have a little wine” said my wife late one stormy Saturday afternoon. “Maybe I’ll have a little surprise for you. I bought a nice outfit”. “Sounds great to me”, I said, wondering what kind of sexy number she might have purchased. I had previously picked out all of her bedroom outfits, thereby ensuring they appealed to my fetishy tastes. “Where did you get it”, I asked. She’s not the type to risk being seen shopping in the trashy shops at the local mall. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it” she said, sensing my line of thought, “ I bought it from that site on the internet where you bought me the last one and the shoes from hell”. Ah, I thought, can’t go wrong there. This could be a very interesting night. “I’ll go pick up some wine and a couple of steaks. Be back soon” Later that evening as I was opening the wine and preparing to cook dinner, I heard the unmistakable sound of spike heels on the hardwood stairs. Click click, click click. Strange. She usually took off her heels to navigate the stairs. She was obviously making a statement. “OK Mr. Chef, how about pouring me a glass of wine and cooking me a great dinner” “But first, lets close all the blinds.” She stood there with a broad smile on her face, dressed in the same ultra short patent mini, her long legs encased in shimmering nylon. On her feet were the sexy six inch heeled patent pumps. She strutted across the room much more confidently than the first night wearing them. In her hand was a fancy shopping bag which she purposely kept me from peering into. “Wow honey, you look wonderful. Never thought I’d see you in those shoes again, but you seem to be handling them well”. “Well, I’ve been practicing a bit each day. But they’re no day at the beach. You’ll see”, she said as she closed in on me and gave me a deep lingering kiss. She was a good two inches taller than me in her six inch spikes. “Now run upstairs, take a shower and be back down here pronto. Wear that black silk robe I bought you”. What did she mean by “you’ll see”? I scampered up to the shower and was down again in record time. “By the way, what’s in the bag”? “Your outfit”! “And if you don’t wear it, you’ll never see me in anything like this again”. She reached into the bag and removed the longest pair of nylon stockings I’d ever seen. They were very sheer with a slightly shaded toe area. The color was off black. “Just roll them up carefully and pull them on gently”. “And please no protesting. I know you’re going to like this more than you’ll let on”. I did as she said and was amazed that the stockings reached the top of my thighs. She then offered a black patent six strap garter belt with a lacing closure in the front. “Here, you can’t expect your stockings to stay up by themselves”. I carefully fastened the stockings rubbing one leg against the other, growing more excited by the minute. “Alright, I’ve worn them, can I take them off” I protested, embarrassed that my excitement was transparent to her. “Not on your life. The fun is just starting. Here, put these on”. She handed me a box containing the highest heels I had ever seen, easily 7 inches tall. They matched hers identically but the heels were obviously higher. “ I can’t wear these” I exclaimed, but continued to place each shoe on my nylon covered feet. I was breathing heavily now and my arousal was quite obvious. I slowly stood and took my first gingerly steps in the skyscraper heels. I minced about the kitchen at a snails pace. My arms were extended for balance and I’m sure my wife took great pleasure in seeing me so vulnerable perched up on my towering stilettos. My feet looked so small. I felt like I was walking on my toes. “Well my dear, don’t you look excited. I must admit you have nice legs. And your buns look really nice framed in that garter belt. You’ll need a little practice in those heels though. Let’s start dinner” The next few hours were spent mincing carefully around the house as I made dinner. Frankly, I was so excited, I could hardly eat a thing. After dinner my wife stood and took me by the hand as I nearly lost my balance. The gave be a long probing kiss as we stood there in identical clothing, our nyloned legs sliding against one another, both teetering on our outrageous heels. “Lets go upstairs before we both break a leg”

Well done Shoeie. With your skills, I'm sure you could do something with roller skates as well. Give it a try. For those who might be skeptical about ruining a good pair of heels, just try lacing them on. Once you've High Wheeled a bit, I'm sure you'll want to dedicate a pair of heels. Any more pictures out there anyone?

Wow! I almost didn't realize those are ballet boots in the last picture. Congratulations! Try some fairly high pumps and get up over the front wheels. Really makes things interesting...and please keep the pictures coming. Thanks!

I use 4 wheel high quality rollerskates and remove the entire boot, leaving just the skate platform with wheels. I also use a rather small skate as I've learned that the more weight you have over the front wheels, the more 'challenging' it is to skate forward. I then attach them to a pair of 5 inch sandals with a series of laces. A 5 inch sandal produces a 6 inch pitch as the skate base already has a one inch heel. The real fun starts as you try to carefully skate forward. The pitch of the shoe makes it actually roll you backwards! As you try to push forward you quickly realize this is nearly impossible and you are quite helpless in your heels. I've tried using 4 inch heels which make it possible to make it across the room, however slowly, 5 inch'ers which are fairly immobilizing and if I'm feeling particularly daring, 6 inch'ers which significantly increase the difficulty.

I've been skating (indoors) in heels for years. The feeling of helplessnes when on what I call High Wheels, takes my breath away. Incredible to find someone else who shares my interest. Does anyone else?