Evil Spiked Shoes

Well… You could lay on the floor and lick the bottom of the shoe. Carefully. :-)

Sigh. I’m so happy when she works my tongue that way. Or course she’s always worrying about germs and such and I’m just a shoe slut.

I want these. Although I think they should have put spikes around the ankle straps too, but that might have been too much.

Or not :)

Not quite sure what I’d do with them. I’m sure kneeling in them would have some interesting effects on my behind though.

If i was lucky enough to be laying naked beneath Her as She wore them She would make sure the pleasure would far surpass any little bit of pain

Nice to see this old post. Now I’m not so worried about germs, am I pet? :)

If they keep finding salmonella in food over here licking shoes is going to start looking safer than buying groceries.

Wow!!! Just one kick from these in the right place and it would be all over for the guy, - forever! These are Castration shoes!

I have always been struck by the destructive power of women’s shoes ever since being a child. It still amazes me that some people, usually more women than men and often butch women, see stilettos as dainty and girlie, - devoid of power; this is the “fragile woman supported on fragile heels” view, i.e. - she must be so light otherwise how could such slender fragile heels support her weight. Yet within months of them coming into mainstream fashion in the mid-fifties the newspapers and magazines were full of reported complaints about the destruction that they left in their wake with calls for them to be banned. Even civilian aircraft floors had to be redesigned and reinforced to prevent penetration! As a child I witnessed first hand what happened to linoleum, wood floors, asphalt and tarmac as well as my toys if stepped on. I would ‘borrow’ my mother’s, granny’s, and aunt’s and, stepping on them, pierced my teddies’ abdomens with them, the effect making me ‘fizzy’ inside and stiff, - which I then thought meant I needed to ‘wee’. Later as puberty arrived I would lie on the floor and press the heel tips and pointed toes into my genitals, finally giving up my precious live giving ‘essence’ (under imagined duress!) onto the shoes of my imaginary beautiful torturess who would laugh at my humiliation and pain as she finally ‘ruined me for life’ by piercing and crushing the objects that made me a male.

I have been fortunate in adulthood (and once when about 14!) to find women whose minds have been similarly struck (in fact it seems surprisingly common amongst high-heeled wearing women!) and I no longer need to role play my fantasies alone; my wife of over 30 years is not only pleased to indulge me, she also indulges herself! Our lovemaking (yes this is how it always culminates) always starts off with extended foreplay involving her latest pair of high-heeled shoes or boots (with occasional trips down memory lane being supplied from the back of the wardrobe). A stiletto heel tip, particularly a metal one worn smooth (and disinfected!), can be a source of exquisite extended pleasure for both sexes. In my wife’s fantasy it is a beautiful woman who is wearing them and she orgasms two or three times at least. In my fantasy it is my wife who is ‘torturing’ me, but she is in the persona suggested by the shoes or boots and this is the persona that she continues to have during the ensuing final coupling and our mutual orgasms with the feel of her heels in my thighs and in my knee pits reminding me of her destructive power. She also orgasms during the foreplay while ‘torturing’ and kicking my gonads; she confesses that the thought that she actually has the power to destroy me forever is a ‘real turn-on’, - and she sometimes worries that it could be almost too easy to get carried away in her own pleasure and actually do it!

Yes the spiked heels in the backs of the knees are very familiar. Real pain mixed with pleasure, and part of the ‘price’ of coupling with spiked heels. I sometimes place her heels onto my nipples as we go at it. When her rhythms are strong and persistent and her heels dig into the backs of my legs, her pleasure thrusts provide a corresponding pain for me…a delightful calibration of pain and pleasure for all the right reasons from this submissive fetishist’s viewpoint.