okay, i've got a confession. It's a real one, not a word made up, so it's going to be boring too. Unfortunately that seems to be the trade off except in a few of the rare cases.
SO I've got a highheel fetish. A pretty significant one. For me it's a submissive thing. I think about kissing a womans feet in high heels, about her making me worship them, about having her stand, or walk on me in them.
I've had girlfriends in the past who have indulged that fantasy. One that even really got into it. That was like a little slice of heaven, unfortunately i was young and the crazy that came along with it scared me off. I wish it hadn't, but like i said, i was young.
My wife played along too when we were first together. Though it always seemed more like she was doing it for me. Or maybe she just liked the new shoes she got out of the deal. Either way, after about a year into our marriage, it stopped. And she went the other direction very quickly. She has because a "sensible shoes" woman. *shudder*
That's fine, that's what the internet is for. And thank god for that. You can find high heel trampling clips on youtube even.
So everything was fine until our daughter hit her teenage years. And apparently she got all the shoe obsession genes that her mother didn't. She has many pairs of high heels, and she gets in arguments with my wife because my wife tells her hey are "slut shoes" and not appropriate for her to wear.
She doesn't take them away though, and she still gets new ones occasionally
At first i resisted, at first the fact that it was my daughter was enough to keep me from connecting my sexual fetish/obsession. But not for long. The first time i jacked off with the heel of her prom shoe pushed into my mouth, i knew i was lost.
Pressing them against my chest, pretending she's standing on me, i cum almost as soon as i touch myself doing that.
Or the best, laying my hard cock on the counter of our bathroom sink. Taking one of her high heels and pressing down on it. I cum that way, and i cum like i haven't cum with my wife in years. I just press down harder and harder, the pain and pleasure mixing, and then explode in an orgasm big enough to shoot cum across the sink and onto the mirror.
Afterwards i feel guilty, these are my daughters high heels after all. But I can't stop myself from putting them back just a little bit differently than how i found them. Something little like switching left and right, or putting them slightly out of place, wondering is she would notice.
There you go, every word true, and boring as fuck to most people. But a real confession.
