From: corneto@ibm.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Getting High on Heels (mc) Date: 27 Feb 1996 21:41:20 GMT Getting High on Heels Beginnings Mary switched on the TV. `Hoo... what was that strange kind of flicker?', she wondered. What she did not realise was the fact that after the initial flicker, the screen had flashed several times before the actual display occurred. For those few seconds she had sat perfectly still, staring blankly at the screen, enthralled by those flickering colours and shapes. She did not pay any more attention to the unusual appearance, once her favourite news magazine was on. Some days later she again turned on the TV. `There it was again! I have to tell Tim about it. They had just recently taken the TV set in to have it repaired. Maybe they should have better bought a new one.' She made a mental note to ask Tim whether there might be new problem but soon she concentrated on watching her favourite news magazine. Once again she was not aware of the few seconds when she had just stared blankly at the flickering screen. First Incident Mary browsed through the colour prints that Tim had brought home from his trip to the mall. There several photographs of their latest trip to NYC, where they had visited another couple, Janet and Frank. All the four of them had visited the same college, but Janet and Frank had moved to the Big Apple after they had married and Frank had found a job there. Looking at the next picture of their evening at Janet's and Frank's apartment, Mary was surprised. She did not know that Tim had taken this photograph of her. It showed her standing in front of a mirror looking at her reflection. Obviously, she had admired her feet that were perched on high heeled mules that Janet had given to her. Mary could not take her eyes off the photograph. She did not realise that her expression now was the same as on the photograph were she was admiring her high heeled feet. Now again, she just sat the staring at her feet. She remembered that they had gone for a walk through the central park because they had been a bit early for their appointment with Janet and Frank. Unfortunately, they had been surprised by a heavy thunderstorm and lots of rain. They were soaked when they arrived at Janet's and Frank's place. Janet had offered to give her some dry clothes, especially dry shoes. On this occasion Mary had noticed that Janet was wearing very high heeled slippers. This came as a mild surprise as she knew very well that in their college years Janet never wore anything else but blue jeans and tennis sneakers, now she very differently in her low cut dress with tight skirt and those high heels. `At least three inches', Mary thought. But Mary was in for an even bigger surprise! When they rummaged through Janet's shoe rack, it became clear the Janet did not possess a single pair of low heeled shoes. Upon Mary's remark, Janet explained that her preferences somehow had changed during the last year or so. And when she realised that she had not worn any of her older flat heeled shoes for a couple of weeks, she had simply thrown away all of her old footwear. Janet insisted that Mary tried on some of her slippers or mules because the marble floor was too cold to go barefoot. They found Janet's shoes to be a bit on the tight side for Mary's feet. But after Mary had removed her socks and donned a pair of Janet's thigh high stockings they found a pair of mules that fit reasonably well. Only, the four inch heels were very unusual for Mary and so she had checked herself in the mirror with her stockinged feed perched on the high heels. Somehow she found that they looked incongruous with her jeans that had been dried while they had been looking for those shoes. Anyway, afterwards they had spent a very pleasant evening together talking about the old times and also the present. Mary learned that Janet had just taken the opportunity to reduce her working day and did half-time now. Finally, when they left Mary almost forgot to change into her own shoes again. When Janet reminded her of her shoes they had found them still to wet to wear. Therefore Janet had offered to lend Mary a pair of her pumps and so Mary came to walk or rather prance home on four inch heels. Janet said that she had bought this pair little to large anyway and therefore Mary should keep the heels. This way Mary, at the age of 27, came to own her first pair of high heeled shoes. All these thoughts came to her mind while she was staring at the photograph. She remembered how astonished she had been to find those heels not as uncomfortable as expected. Still she had not taken them from the cupboard where she had put them after their return from their trip. `Maybe, I should try to wear them on special occasions,' she thought. Getting Closer About a week later, on Tuesday, Mary did not know what she should think of it when she found a big copy of that photograph on the wall of their living room. Obviously Tim's idea. But Mary was not too pleased with that idea, having a picture of herself in her own living room. He had put it on the wall to the right of the TV set. `I will ask him to remove it next Saturday', she thought. It never occurred to her that she could have it removed herself immediately. So she sat in her favourite armchair and turned on the TV. Now, she was familiar with that strange flickering and she never realised that it did not only last for a short moment as her perception made her believe, but in fact for several seconds. When she came out of her short, trance like state watching the screen flicker, there was still a commercial running, still some moments before her favourite news magazine would start. Her eyes wandered to the right and locked on her picture on the wall. More precisely, she focused on her high heeled feet on that picture and she remained motionless for a few minutes. Her eyes stared blankly at the high heels, her mouth slightly open, breathing very shallow. For a short while she did not notice anything around, she even did not realise that the magazine's first report had already started. Suddenly she snapped out of her focused state and turned her attention to the screen and she wondered why she had missed the beginning of her favourite news magazine. * * * Next day, the same thing happened. Only this time she missed a bit more that news magazine. Usually she switched off the TV as soon as the whether report was announced. This time, however, she kept watching. She was not so much interested in the weather , but much more in the weather girl's stylish outfit. All in bright yellow, she was wearing a silky blouse, tight skirt, sheer stockings and high heeled pumps, long blond hair and elaborate make-up, as Mary could observe in the closeups of the girls face. `Maybe, now and then, I should try a bit of make-up myself, she mused. * * * Later on, when Tim arrived from work wanted to ask him about this photograph, but couldn't find the right words. "Well, Tim , err... , I wanted to ask you about the photograph in our living... ", she finally started. "Oh, I knew that you would like it. Have a look at yourself." He pointed at the photograph, and her eyes were once drawn to her high heeled feet. "It's gorgeous, isn't it?" "Oohh... , y... e... s," came her monotone answer, "I... l... i... k... e... i... t." He realised that she was all captured by her picture: "Look at those pretty shoes and your nice feet, don't you love them?" But she didn't really hear him any more. Without her noticing he left the room and returned with a small parcel. Touching her right arm, he drew her attention away from the photograph. Blinking her eyes, she confirmed that she really liked the picture and that he had just found the right spot for it. Then she noticed the parcel in his hand. She unwrapped it eagerly and pulled a smaller version of the same photograph out of a small box. He told her that he thought she might like to put it on her desk at work. It's Working During the next couple of days at work she found herself staring at the photograph on her desk more and more often. Lately, she had begun to feel a bit inadequate at work in her pant-suit and sneakers. While staring blankly at the photograph she would sit completely still, breathing very shallow. Her lips were slightly parted and lately she was pointing her toes so that just the tips of shoes touch the ground. Even after snapping out of her trance, she kept that pose for quite a while. Without realising it, she was loosing more and more minutes each day while staring at her photograph. As usual, she still turned on the TV each day after returning from work. These days, however, she did not care much about all those news reports. Most of the time she missed the first one anyway, because her attention was drawn to her picture on the wall. And lately, she seemed to be more and more interested in the fashion news that came every other day just before the weather report, which she never missed any more because she was curious about the weather girl's ever changing outfits. By then, Mary had learned that there were two girls who alternately present the weather report. She preferred Cindy more, who had long blond her which she usually wore in a wavy style. Cindy wore colourful make-up that complemented the colour of her dresses and she always wore the highest heels. Sometimes Mary wondered why she was interested in all this trivial stuff while she could not remember the more important news about tax increases, economic topics or, lately, reports about the candidates for the upcoming elections. Didn't they say today that only two candidates are left over after the latest caucuses? She did not remember their names, but soon her thoughts drifted to another topic. Maybe she should try to those mules which Tim had bought her last weekend. She had told him that she never wore high heels, even less anything as high as the three inches of these mules. And even if she would, she certainly wouldn't wear heels at home where she wanted to be comfortable. She remembered that she had been quite angry then. Still, since then she had been curious what these mules would feel like on her feet. Since Tim was on a business trip for the week , she decided it was a good opportunity to try the mules without him noticing. She went to the cupboard where she had her shoes. She noticed that there still were the shoes Janet had given her two months ago. Those black pumps had even higher heels than the mules which she took out to slip her feet into. Walking over to the full- length mirror in the bedroom she looked at her reflection. `Nay,' she thought, `this doesn't look right. These mules don't go with socks.' She opened a drawer and rummaged for the thigh high stockings which she also had kept since their visit to Janet and Frank. She removed her slacks and socks, slid her legs into the stockings and put on her slacks again. `There, that's better!' she thought to herself. The rest of the evening she spent wearing those high heeled mules. She had a small dinner, read some papers and when she went to sleep she neatly arranged the mules next to the bed. Next morning, without thinking, she slipped her feet into her mules. Only when she left the bathroom and was about to get dressed did she realise that she was perched on those heels again. Shaking her head, she removed the shoes and dressed for the day. One of her standard pant-suits, matching jacket and a pair of flats, and she was off to work. That day found her staring at the photograph on her desk even longer. She did not notice, but all day long only the tips of her shoes touched the ground while she was seated at her desk. This was now rapidly becoming her standard posture. In the evening, she struggled shortly and then put back on stockings and mules before she started to watch her news magazine and her favourite weather report. The entire evening was spent wearing the heels. In the morning she slipped her feet into the mules before she stood up. When she contemplated what to wear for the day, she had the idea to wear Janet's pumps for the day but dismissed the thought, remembering that they had even higher heels. Still, she decided to go shopping that evening to look for some more stylish shoes she could wear to work instead of her everyday flats. At work she was not very effective that day. She spent more time looking dreamily at her photograph - much more time than she was aware of. She was feeling some kind of apprehension all day long. In order to distract herself, she had some chats with Patricia, her secretary. Usually she avoided those silly chats about the latest fashions, the weather, diet plans, new work-out techniques and the like. But on that occasion she came to notice how fashionable her secretary was dressed with her high heeled pumps, at least three inches high. Mary was wondering how Patricia managed to do all the typing with her long nails. "No problem," Patricia explained. "It's, even easier once you are used to the nails. I just type with tips of the nails, no problem with the modern word processors on PC." Mary was still doubtful, `These nails, after all, were at least half an inch beyond the tips of Patricia's finger." When her working day was done, she was looking forward to her trip to the mall. After she had visited several shoe stores, she found herself walking in her new 2 1/2 inch pumps. The clerk had not been too surprised when Mary had said that she wanted to keep them on in order to break in the new pumps immediately. She also had bought two pairs of thigh high stockings, one black and one in tan colour, after the clerk had suggested that the pumps should look better when worn with nylons. * * * When she arrived home she found that she had done a good selection as her feet were not sore despite the newness of her footwear. Satisfied with this observation, she slipped on her mules, before she prepared her usual small dinner. She found that there still was some time before the news magazine would finish and she could watch her favourite weather report.