How I was exposed to "Heel Power"

[Stilettography]

Here is how I first got introduced to the power of stilettos.

Here is a quick story I can remember about heels. This is one of the

first stories that I can recall that brought me to having an interest

in stilettos and their "power".

I was attending a childrens party where I was playing on the grass

with a small boy. I was looking after him and keeping him company. He

was playing with some toy on the grass and I was sitting low down and

playing with him. Alon the way there came two women who were chatting

with each other. One of them had a pair of black spike stilettos on

and as i was seated so low on the grass my attention was captured by

the sounds of the stilettos as they pierced and sank into the roots of

the grass. I am sure you know the sounds when a stiletto spike

penetrates the grass...as it presses into the grass the heels snap the

roots and break them as they sink in deep. Its a sexy and powerful

sound as you hear how the spike heels take control and break the many

thick roots that come into its way as it sinks down. Anyways, I turned

my head and saw her standing there on a lush patch of grass. She was

really close to me and i sneaked lots of detailed peeks at her as she

stood and treaded on the grass. She was not aware of me looking at the

show she provided so her actions were not artificial.

I saw how effortlessly her sharp heels sank into the grass. Everytime

her heels snapped through a root my heart skipped a beat as I was

living myself in to the power and dominance of her heels. It was an

incredibly sexy sight to see those slim heels sink in. Another

interesting thing about the sight I saw was that even though the grass

was not wet, I noticed that her heels had some moisture on it. This is

because as her heels broke through the roots, they "bled" out some of

the jiuces stored in them. So systematically her heels became more and

more moist as her spikes snapped through more roots on that lush patch

of grass.

After she had left, I moved closer to were she stood, and I put my

finger into some of the holes that her heels had made in the ground.

Some of them went quite deep and I could feel the moistness of the

broken roots on the holes. It really made an impression on me, to see

her heels in action and so dominant over the poor turf. I think this

was one of the first exposures I had to the "power" of heels. I was

very aware of stilettos after that!

I have more on my webpage at www.stilettography.com

If you have something you would like to share about how you got

interested in heel power, or a story in general about heel power,

please share it in this thread!

[johnieheel]

Hmmmmmmmmmm. Don't excatly know what to think of all that.

[Histiletto]

Seeing the black stiletto heels as you did, Stilettography, for one of your first sightings, was definitely a choice experience. The extra effects of the sounds while creating the holes by the stilettos as they walked over the grassy turf is something I have yet to experience. My walks over grassy areas usually leaves me with the chore of cleaning the mud and grass off along with fixing the damages made by the rough pebbles in the soil. However, the "Heel Power" has a way of creating a force that makes people really like high heels or they will have nothing to to with them. Rarely are there people found who stand indifferent on the issue of wearing heels. One of my early exposures to "Heel Power" began as I was playing with some of my peers in a game of tag, before our evening Sunday service started. A new family had just moved in and their teenage daughter was very very attractive. As they walked toward the meeting house, I noticed she was wearing a pair of 9cm high stiletto heeled pumps of black patent leather. Right then I wanted to walk up to her and ask if she would exchange footwear with me. Of course, my feet were quite a bit smaller, due to the fact I was around 5 years old. Even at that age, the power of heels continued to verify my desire to have and wear them. This family only stayed in town for a couple of months, so I never really got acquainted. Come to think of it, she wasn't even there long enough to even have the chance to baby sit for my parents. What a bummmer! We could have been great for each other, even if it could only be in a baby sitting relationship. Well! I will always remember her beauty and her wearing the pumps which captured my young heart. Each Sunday she was there was an anticipated weekly happening, so that my secretive longing gazes before, during, and after the services could be fulfilled. If there could be a way to go back in time. Oh well!