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.