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Driving in High Heels
When I was a young boy, many years ago, my mother explained that she put on “sensible” shoes to drive because higher heels made it difficult to feel how hard she was stepping on the gas pedal and she was afraid I would be upset if she stalled the car. Aroused by the idea that high heels could transform a skillful driver into a helpless “damsel in distress,” I experienced my first **. When I was home alone I tried on a pair of her highest heels, flexed my ankle to pump an imaginary gas pedal, and pretended my car was flooded and wouldn’t start. When I was old enough to drive I bought a pair of platform sandals with six inch heels at a thrift shop and took my old Chevy out to a deserted country road. I stalled and stalled and stalled that poor car trying to manage the pedals with those impossible heels, and when it was hopelessly flooded I would ** waiting for the gas to evaporate. Decades later I still get hard thinking about stalling an old car because my heels are too high for driving.
The first time my older sister tried to drive us to church in high heels instead of flat shoes she stalled out and flooded the car at a stop sign. She pulled the choke out all the way with her white dress glove and pumped the gas pedal with her spike heeled sandal but the car just wouldn’t start. She was amused when she saw how aroused I was watching her struggle. She made me promise not to tell mom as she was not supposed to drive in slippery gloves and unsteady heels. I kept our special secret and she treated me to many memorable struggles in opera lenglt satin gloves and skyscraper platform heels. Sometimes the car was not the only thing that got “flooded.”
My mother discovered my secret fetish for driving in high heels at an early age and thought it was harmless and amusing. When we were home alone she would dress up in a glamorous outfit with long white gloves (another fetish) and her highest heeled pumps for a drive in the country with our old Chevy. She always had trouble getting the car started and loved telling me how helpless and feminine she felt when she pumped the gas pedal too hard and flooded out the motor.